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Jenny Zhang: When I listen to myself on those tapes now, I pity my four-year-old self—how I struggled to perform a happiness that I hardly felt, how I pursued details and embellishments that I thought would delight and charm my parents when really what I wanted to say was: Why did you leave me here? (more)
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Nic Brown: I figured if I spent my free time crunching rankings points and following obscure international doubles specialists, I might as well write about them, too. I self diagnosed: If you want the writing to come easily, write about what you're obsessed with. It made the act an indulgence. The result: Doubles, a novel. My first. (more)
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Thomas E. Kennedy: I set off by thumb and bus to see my country, worked my way around the US, trying to learn to write. I spent a couple of nights in jail, slept in fields, on lake banks, by the Big Sur River, narrowly escaped a good many years in prison
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Justin Kramon: But somehow, after wandering the halls of one particular story, I stumbled on some real feelings. I knew it by the energy of the language, the fact that I wasn’t trying to impress anyone but rather get a hold on something in myself. (more)
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