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Gen X’s signature lit mags

The trajectory of some Boomers from would-be establishment wreckers into effusive caressers of farmer’s market vegetables was bound to feed the cynicism of the generation below them. The first thing Gen X learned in school was not to talk to strangers. Christian Lorentzen has described his levy – w…

—p.10 Granta 166: Generations Introduction (7) by Thomas Meaney
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the decisiveness of the typewriter in their prose

Materially, the Silents were on much closer terms with agricultural realities, as well as manufacturing ones. Silents often know how things are made. As children, they were left to wander through the wastes and scrapheaps of the post-war moment. To this day, they inspect food and mechanical objects…

—p.9 Introduction (7) by Thomas Meaney
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much of the woman’s feeling is vicarious

Time is meaningful – think of it that way. Generations define us, perhaps not as strongly as other identities – class, religion, gender, profession, politics, nation – but in ways that may be among the most fixed. ‘He tore me away from my generation, but I was not part of his,’ Annie Ernaux writes …

—p.7 Introduction (7) by Thomas Meaney
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in which she inevitably appeared less intelligent meh/style

[...] She’d always assumed her mother was averse to abstract or speculative thought, but she became doubtful of this assumption now as she remembered how often she’d seen her mother reading in Tamil when she was younger, newspapers, magazines, novels, and biographies, anything she could get her han…

—p.66 The Paris Review Issue 252 The Visit (63) missing author
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getting that entangled in someone’s life

INTERVIEWER

Will you tell me about your relationship with Carl?

HOWE

That would be fine. Especially now that we’re both almost dead, it’s a good time to talk about what happened. Nothing was the same after we met. I mean, it was 1967, the civil rights movement was exploding. That was the …

—p.151 The Art of Poetry No. 118 (134) by Fanny Howe