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I don’t know why I have left it to my advanced stage in life to discover Galsworthy and his attendant Forsyte Saga, but there it is — chief right now among that near-infinite gathering of things I should have done long ago. But at least I have started the saga: three volumes, three books per. … Continue reading Reading the Forsytes
My feeling is that theres no such thing as nonfiction. Everything is fiction, because in the moment someone tries to relate an experience of what happened to them, its gone. The reality that was felt at the moment is almost impossible to describe. Its one reason why there are writers, to come close to how … Continue reading qotd: There’s No Such Thing As Nonfiction
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