Novel-Writing

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Laden with Pelts

“Novelists are like fur trappers. They disappear into the north woods for months or years at a time, sometimes never to reemerge, giving in to despair out there, or going native (taking a real job, in other words), or catching their legs in their own traps and bleeding out, silently, into the snow. The lucky ones return, laden with pelts.”

—Jeffrey Eugenides, “The Pieces of Zadie Smith,” New York Times Magazine, Oct. 17, 2016

• Editorial Comment: I think bleeding out alone in the snowy northern woods sounds pretty good right now.


PeezPix by Ted Pease

Down the Road, Gerry.








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