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“The Hours” by Michael Cunningham: Time, Identity, and the Echo of Virginia Woolf
When I first read The Hours , I didn’t know a novel could hold so many worlds in a single breath. Michael Cunningham’s Pulitzer-winning b...
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When I first read The Hours , I didn’t know a novel could hold so many worlds in a single breath. Michael Cunningham’s Pulitzer-winning b... -
I’ve been thinking about how some books—especially the ones I've already blogged about —just keep getting better on second (or third) ... -
Why Oscar Wao Feels Personal to Me I met Oscar Wao in the middle of a quiet afternoon, expecting literary footnotes and angst. What I di...
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