Essays
When you're not looking, someone else speaks for you. Takes your time. Dances with you, even without you. Says it so much better than you could. I spent Saturday night reading Francine Prose.
posted by slowmotion @ 10:58 AM
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which of her work would you recommend?
hey maits! I read a personal essay of hers called "Going native". :-) About white city boys being fascianted with black gangster music.
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