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“Sighs, the rhythms of our heartbeats, contractions of childbirth, orgasms, all flow into time just as pendulum clocks placed next to one another soon beat in unison. Fireflies in a tree flash on and off as one. The sun comes up and it goes down. The moon waxes and wanes and usually the morning paper hits the porch at six thirty-five.”

I’m so glad to have found Lucia Berlin’s work Her stories are beautifully written and wry as all get out.

“All you had to do was feed him liquor and he’d spit out secrets like they were sunflower shells.” I just started reading and am already blown away by Mandelbaum’s prose.

This is a LONG book of O'Connor's correspondence, but every letter is a delight.