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Two Fish—Elizabeth Bishop’s and My Mother’s

In my early twenties, when my ambition to become a writer was still nine parts yearning to one part writing, I came under the sway of John Updike’s great gift for describing things in painterly detail. For years, I believed … Continue reading

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