It’s not often, or ever, that I get to meet authors who have published their short stories in The New Yorker. Yeah, John Updike, Alice Munro, Roddy Doyle, they don’t do too much hanging out in Minnesota, much less at Jags’ house. But last night, wow, we got lucky.
Abam, a classmate of ours in Vodo’s [...]
May 16 2008
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