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the writer who was erased from the record

Today, almost half a century later, she is known in Turkey as the writer who was erased from the record. But now, at last, her books have been reissued. Symposia have been held, and a fine biography written. She remains a puzzle—the Marxist who wrote steamy romances. The Ottoman daughter who was gi…

—p.xv In the Shadow of the Yali by Suat Derviş
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I take great pride in being a writer

Seeing her name and her most secret thoughts exposed on the printed page, Suat burst into tears. After telling Nâzım never to poke his nose in her private business again, she ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. But she did submit a story to the next edition of that journal. In the mont…

—p.vii missing author
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arm in arm like two ex-lovers

During all those years the only person with whom Archimboldi maintained more or less permanent ties was the Baroness Von Zumpe. Generally their contact was epistolary, although sometimes the baroness made an appearance in the cities and towns where Archimboldi was living and they went for long walk…

—p.861 2666 The Part About Archimboldi (635) by Roberto Bolaño
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they were like two old friends

It was a respectable sum, but Archimboldi put the check in his pocket without a word. Then they began to talk. They ate Venetian sardines with slices of semolina and drank a bottle of white wine. They got up and walked around a Venice that was very different from the snowy wintertime Venice they ha…

—p.849 The Part About Archimboldi (635) by Roberto Bolaño
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that moved with a slowness and bewilderment

That evening, before they left the village, the baroness insisted on driving up a mountain from which there was a view of the whole area. She saw winding paths in shades of yellow that vanished in the middle of little leaden-colored clusters of trees, the clusters like spheres swollen with rain, sh…

—p.837 The Part About Archimboldi (635) by Roberto Bolaño