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The Spirit Bird
… calls out redpolls, Lapland Longspurs, Snow Buntings—all common birds here. Janet is a serious lister and eager for a … learn Spanish so she might have a new perspective on her studies. I stored her books and clothes for her—a few boxes … me. “I saw the spirit bird,” he says. “The dotterel?” He points at the splintered coffin. “It came from in here.” In …
The Northward Course
… war theater, which has not yet seen decisive battles, we become aware of the North as the scene of fateful events in … geography,” many of us jump from one generalization and false absolute to another. Brought up in a world of insular … this dreadful region, there to suffer and if need be to die in the cause of science.” It is of considerably more …
Talking of Talk
… Oxbridge manners amid the alien kasha, but one can prattle comfortably only in the familiar tongue of a godparent—old … is: “What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?” If you answer: “Nothing,” you are neither a novelist, … repression, a means of ostracizing social mavericks, Spacks also links it to the exercise of individual and group …
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My Uncle Ezekiel
… her tears with the edge of her wrapper, “and remember, come back as soon as you have informed one of them, go to … he had inherited the house after their deaths. They had died four years ago, within months of each other, Grandpa … you are making a big mistake. Look at him carefully.” She points at Uncle Ezekiel. “This useless man has been out of a …
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Beneath
… like my friend, it would be a naked declaration that I was committing myself to writing, that I had even created a … that then somehow seemed to both penetrate and then become these now-living spirits called characters. I would … years, painted blue and yellow, enclosing our initials in red. There are the two stones she gave me before we’d …
Low Country
… she had done. The summer was agitated disbelief. But it was also—when she managed to push away Ria who kept springing up … and on a weekday morning—Charlestonians weren’t highly committed to rigid institutions like school. There he was, … to the ones she liked—”If I loved you . . .words wouldn’t come in an easy way,” “They . . .asked me how I knew . . .my …
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