Every now and then, a book does more than just let me read it. It gets my attention from afar, beckons, then makes me wait. When it finally is with me, sometimes I just hold it, turning it over and over, thumbing through and just looking at it in wonder. Why measure desire?When I read, I savor, letting the words be not a grocery store check-out-rack candy bar, but a handmade truffle, sweet and bitter and luscious. A sensual and erotic experience. That’s The Wide Road by Carla Harryman and Lyn Hejinia. Read more...
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