TW: this essay speaks of despair and of death. Please skip if needed.
This fall I feel the urge to write a lot about the books I’ve been reading. Sort of as a way to create conversation and, ultimately, community – on where our bodies are going with language, but also as a way to map my relationship to these particular books; the tones, beats, and storyl…
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