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I found myself shaking his hand warmly. Minutes later I was out on the street. A boy walked splay-footed across a public lawn, nudging a soccer ball before him. A second kid sat on the grass, taking off his socks by grabbing the heels and yanking. How literary, I thought peevishly. Streets thick with the details of impulsive life as the hero ponder
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politically contentious, therefore
Anna Burns • Milkman
The business of the progression of time seems to me one of the most difficult problems a novelist has to cope with.
SALMAN RUSHDIE • The Paris Review Interviews, IV
