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“The moment I started this project, I fell in love with creative nonfiction.” A conversation with Allison Green

Waves slipped onto shore and slipped back. A bird took a dirt bath in a dried puddle. Arline and I listened as my words rippled into the near silence. Thirty-odd years after reading Trout Fishing in America and living in the world Brautigan had created on the page, I’d found the place in the world

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June 8, 2015

“The story I am telling is personal.” A conversation with Jim Grimsley

When we are faced with sudden social change, how do we respond? Author and playwright Jim Grimsley’s new memoir HOW I SHED MY SKIN: Unlearning The Lessons of a Racist Childhood (April 14, Algonquin Books) recalls 1966, the year his sixth grade class in Jones County North Carolina admitted its first black students in response

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April 13, 2015

“Does it feel a little decadent, a little end-of-empire?” A conversation with Kent Russell

“Let’s, ah, let’s just see,” Tim said, badly missing the garbage can with his tossed empty. He watched as I started, then stopped, taking this down in my spiral ledger. I looked at him expectantly. “Brotherman, there’s no black mamba on earth with venom enough to kill me.” He made an expansive gesture with a

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March 16, 2015

“Mediating the area between inspiration and audience.” A conversation with Amy Fusselman

We were sitting on a log about halfway down the slope, facing the way we had come. It was then that I realized that at the top of the slope, I had been so busy looking down—at the fires, the smoke, the tricky ground, and where I was stepping—that I hadn’t looked anywhere else. It

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February 16, 2015

“My obsessions have informed me greatly.” In conversation with Allison Gruber

Generally, when I visited Wedding Town, it was as a mere ambassador from Homoville—I wore dark suits that made me look more like someone about to deliver a PowerPoint presentation on mutual funds than a guest at a friend’s celebration. But Megan’s wedding would be different. As the Maid-of-Honor, I was practically the mayor of

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February 9, 2015

“You’re a conductor of a tsunami of emotions and words.” A conversation with Domingo Martinez

I drove my car straight to the front steps, parked right in the emergency zone, figuring no one would mind at 3:00 a.m.: I had no idea what I was doing or where I was. A feeling of utter helplessness radiated down my limbs, and I’m sure, settled quite telegraphically on my features. I parked

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January 19, 2015

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