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The Ore Miner’s Wife
… began the slow climb up the rusted ladder. The man would die, Niklas knew, before they reached the next drift. The … red-faced representative of the Majestic Mining Company. Niklas felt bitter fear rise like bile inside him, … white over slick black rocks. Arcs and parabolas spun and eddied through Niklas’ mind, and he felt a glow of excitement …
Wedding in Holland
… that summer. It was July, the willows were heavy, the canals full, the fields lush; there was peace in Holland. It … The salty smell of the sea spiced everything. My mother accompanied me to the boat. But before we crossed the … followed him on stocking-feet over the plank. “Did someone die?” uncle asked. The old couple nodded. “Come and have …
Blind Love
… naked on the sill.”If you don’t want your boyfriend to come here,” she say, pinching my arm because she don’t like … dark, shrunken woman of 46 who look 64.Before the metaphysicals came, Coca asked me to take her home. She is … of everything. Things in Brazil weren’t so well. Papa died, and mama reject me because he loved me. With a year to …
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Infatuated
… to hold my hand if you don’t want to.” But she had made no complaints that night, had only said half seriously, “You … in wide arcs as they walked. But she was bright and was also first violinist in the school orchestra. Now Shushie … Budweiser on the kitchen floor. She says softly, “Oh . . . wow,” but the tone is not promising. He thinks she says …
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The Tortoise and the Hare; Or, Philip Roth, Cynthia Ozick, and the Vagaries of Fiction Writing
… a young man out of the literary gate before most of his competitors had made it to the track. Not only did Roth … veterans were so ticked off by the goldbricking Jewish soldier in “Defender of the Faith” that they tried to get the … as he is not Nathan Zuckerman, but there are nonetheless points of similarity: both are launching pads that allow …
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Tenth Year
… just last month, my pupil asked me for a letter of recommendation. It was for a fellowship, one that I myself had … head of the Conservatory, I have seen many esteemed individuals pass through its doors, many of whom have even gone on … No matter how elite a space, the truth is that the audience for our kind of music shrinks by the day. And though …
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