Last Friday, I attend a reading with Michael Cunningham. I’ve never read his work, and I’ve never read anything about his work. I want to be the kind of person who attends a reading with a Pulitzer-winning author, and I am dying to attend a literary event where I am not backstage. When I arrive, I say polite hellos and shimmy into the second seat in a r…
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