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Brodkey was so excited he kept groaning for pleasure

Bill Maxwell also wrote with enthusiasm:

Dear Francis, it’s absolutely marvelous … The effect is of a layer of callous peeled off, leaving something luminous and alive. You can, for the first time, eat the food and touch the people and smell and see everything. And reading it, I am continually…

—p.233 Shirley Hazzard: A Writing Life Francis: 1906–1963 (201) by Brigitta Olubas
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a black man sitting at a typewriter

The following spring, when the Steegmullers left for Paris, Francis gave Ralph the keys to the office he kept in a building at 608 Fifth Avenue so he would have a quiet place to work. The office was on the eighth floor in a suite of rooms belonging to the jewellers Samuel and Augusta Mann, who guar…

—p.223 Francis: 1906–1963 (201) by Brigitta Olubas
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he decided to abandon writing novels

[...] In the face of this he decided to abandon writing novels. In 1934 he began writing for The New Yorker, mainly “casuals” and Talk of the Town pieces. Soon this undemanding writing also palled; he felt it did not provide him with the opportunity for “accomplishment” that fiction had offered. He…

—p.211 Francis: 1906–1963 (201) by Brigitta Olubas
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the age gap of twenty-five years

The mismatches, not-quite-conflicts, both slight and substantial, over the coming months were perhaps inevitable in the face of their very different backgrounds. The age gap of twenty-five years was heightened by the disparity in their professional standing: Shirley’s writing life was just beginnin…

—p.196 Sì, Scrivo!: 1958–1963 (170) by Brigitta Olubas
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I see now that I shouldn’t have said that

The stories she was writing through 1961 and 1962 reflected these complications and sufferings. The young woman in “The Party” endures an evening of her lover’s cold and dismissive manner. As she is leaving his apartment, he comments on her “mournful face. Not tragic, of course—just mournful.” She …

—p.185 Sì, Scrivo!: 1958–1963 (170) by Brigitta Olubas