The child was just there on the stoop in the dark, hugging herself against the cold, all cried out and nearly sleeping. She couldn’t holler any more and they didn’t hear her anyway, or they might and that would make things worse. Somebody had shouted, Shut that thing up or I’ll do it! and then a woman grabbed her out from under the table by her arm and pushed her out onto the stoop and shut the door and the cats went under the house. They wouldn’t let her near them anymore because she picked them up by their tails sometimes. Her arms were all over scratches, and the scratches stung
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Marilynne Robinson, Lila
Regionalism has always played an important part in American literature, with, say, Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County as the iconic southern example. Those who have read Marilynne Robinson’s radiant, Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, Gilead, will remember the imaginary town…
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Literature, the Arts, and the Environment Colloquium, Nov 3, 5:30-6:30
Louise Glück will speak on her new book of poetry, Faithful and Virtuous Night, just out!