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In the last ten or twenty years, there has been a rush on the part of many writers to insinuate themselves into the middle class, to live like bank clerks and to eschew any outward sign of disorder; a splendid maneuver, it seems to me, as long as the writer realizes that this is an act of espionage, that this is intended to put him in a position to observe the mores of his natural enemies.
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This is the post I will be referring to: “Reunion” by John Cheever.” Google Docs. N.p., n.d. Web. 19 Jan. 2017. <https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jfJm8mmXkpX7xMD70QTrUdf8S4sZF01U3PdYrHHjKOI/edit#!>.
This short story is simply about a father trying his very best to rekindle his relationship with his child, yet so much ambiguity lays in between the words of this story. 162 more words
Richard Ford’s reading brought dimension to John Cheever’s short story, “Reunion”. His vocal performance made the podcast easy to listen to, as well as engaged you in the disheartening story of Charlie’s reunion with his father. 64 more words
Some Notes on the Genreless Freedom-and Subsequent Power-of Journals | Read It Forward
What’s an art form, anyway?
As in, what makes something something and not just a messy mass of artistic ingredients? 16 more words