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November 5, 2010

Oh–-and in the fall of 1980 in New York, I was in a little bookstore I frequented (on Madison, I think?). I was really happy because everyone who was coming in was going upstairs, so I had the entire lower floor to myself to browse the new fiction. An employee came up to me and told me that Joyce Carol Oates was upstairs and was about to begin reading. I said no, thank you.

posted by Deron Bauman in books, cities, from the comments, fuck all y'all, gratitude | * | 1 comment

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Phil Bebbington on November 6th, 2010 at 8:25 am

How could anyone be offended by that!

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