"The color, the grace and levitation, the structural pattern in motion, the quick interplay of live beings, suspended like fitful lightning in a cloud, these things are the play, not words on paper, nor thoughts and ideas of an author, those shabby things snatched off basement counters at Gimbel's."
-Tennessee Williams, from the Afterword to Camino Real
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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What We Save From the Fire
Prologue I sit at my writing table late into the night, paralyzed by the weight of writing about a house that became a refuge where men came...
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I have, by some measure of recklessness or sheer geographic fidgeting, inhabited eight U.S. cities. Birmingham, New Orleans, Fort Lauderdale... -
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