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“I’m so often ill, I’ve learned to appreciate reading novels in a feverish haze. It’s with a fever I fell in love with W.G. Sebald, Marguerite Duras, Annie Ernaux, and Hervé Guibert—their prose somehow lends itself to the restless heat of illness. As far as personal or essay writing goes, I prefer a colder persona, revealed through form and style over interiority or intimacy.”

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Book:No Flight Without the Shatter
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