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“It's possible, in a poem or a short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things-- a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earring-- with immense, even startling power. It is possible to write a line of seemingly innocuous dialogue and have it send a chill along the reader's spine-- the source of artistic delight, as Nabokov would have it. That's the kind of writing that most interests me.”

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Raymond Carver
Raymond Carver

Raymond Carver was an influential American short story writer, born on May 25, 1938, and died on August 2, 1988. Known for his concise and straightforward style, his works have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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