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April 14, 2007



Ah, lordy lord.

Do love this story. Once chose to read it before an intro. to fiction writing class on the first day, to have something to discuss, and found myself tearing up near the end, at that part where the narrator thinks her mother will tear her apart, and instead she's proud of her.

What a beautiful passage, and one with the whole story already present: Rose's unsustainable, heightened beauty of body, of voice, something destined finally to collapse. The narrator's looking up to her, the way she was always beside or behind Rose, in the shadow of her celebrity or her insanity.

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