“both deeply fraudulent and profoundly true”

Louise Gluck, in her new book, has this extraordinary sequence of parables-  airy in texture, intricate fabric of scribble-threads, pattern and light.

Was thinking of a famous fiction writer whose work I do not like telling a story at a long table about being the assistant to a famous author I have not read, and the story was fantastic, in part because it was secret and nothing she writes feels like a secret, everything she writes feels like an exacting execution of exactly how she wants to be seen which is exactly how she appears to be seen.

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