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unable to escape recognizing the image of themselves

[...] these works expose what might be taken by such a reader as simply being "given" as a picture - and therefore something that might be relinquished - or chosen - as opposed to being merely reproduced or capitulated to. Although there is nothing wrong with their doing so, readers need not "ide…

—p.28 Ordinary Unhappiness: The Therapeutic Fiction of David Foster Wallace Narrative Morality: On Philosophically Therapeutic Criticism (23) by Jon Baskin
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this is true friendship, or a part of it

[...] That summer weekend, I was floating at one end of her pool, looking at her big yellow house and watching her, beautiful in her black-and-white swimsuit, taking care of her two little girls at the other end of the pool with patience and her characteristic disarming silliness. She makes motherh…

—p.124 n+1 Issue 19: Real Estate The Help Desk (109) by Kristin Dombek
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Mr. Greif should try harder at editing advice/writing

[...] The phrase “try harder” first came to my attention when I was writing an essay for this very magazine. Next to a paragraph that was foundering on the rocks of my typically confused mind, Mark Greif, rather than engaging in any substantial way with the content of that paragraph or giving me an…

—p.118 The Help Desk (109) by Kristin Dombek
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when the other becomes strange again

That the end is always there in the beginning is, obviously, no comfort. Our strangeness and difference from one another is what makes it feel so expansive and effervescent to learn each others’ bodies and worlds; this is what makes the world shine, and then empties it out, for a while, when the ot…

—p.115 The Help Desk (109) by Kristin Dombek
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the air gets too heavy to move through

I have a garden, or what we call in New York a garden — a cement plot edged with potted plants — and I often think I should go outside to sit at the green plastic table and write and work, in good health, having made myself a glass of iced tea or something. But sometimes I just can’t do it. I make …

—p.111 The Help Desk (109) by Kristin Dombek