•  From Pretext 11 2005 A Sermon If you want your version of the world published, make every effort to get to know her, and you know who she is, because she used to sleep with him, and that bastard’s married to the sister off the commissioning editor.  But don’t tell him he’s a bastard, obviously.  Let him know he glows in the dark because word gets around, and you know what?  It’s a small world. Supposedly.  This is one model of the literary life, as a self-serving hive of coteries and changeable alliances moving from one generation to the next, a network of exclusive intimacies.  This must be highly reassuring if you’re in on it, of it, a node on

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