Essay by Fred Setterberg
At this point, I can't identify every place where truth ends and invention begins.
At this point, I can't identify every place where truth ends and invention begins.
The gamble was whether this…combustion would happen, of all the chapters together.
Literature needs to fill its own niche as doggedly as possible.
More than once, I had to clean food out of the keyboard with a toothpick.