I
am a slow reader. I like to take my time, saying each word in my mind as my
eyes pass over it, savoring the author's linguistic choices. I finished Michael
Cunningham's By Nightfall in three days, and ironically, it's
because I didn't want it to end. Cunningham gives every
transient moment a life of its own. The story--about searching for true
genius in art and finding it in real life instead-- was a resonant New York portrait. I’m hoping one of you will read it, so we can have coffee and
chat and re-read our favorite lines together.
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