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252 pages, Paperback
First published August 11, 2014
Dusk shadowed the reed bed and the sky gloomed red like fired iron, and while the cicadas set in and far off the frogs began a song, a spectral figure emerged hat and shoulders from the rippled surface of the backwaters.Once you start hearing that studied, melancholy drawl in your head, it's addictive... you can't avoid hearing everything that way, even starting to talk that way yourself. Or at least I couldn't.
—p.16
"{...} sad don't get the dishes done."
—p.24