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Raymond Carver never wrote a novel.

I’ve always been a bigger fan of short stories than I have of novels. I think it has to do with the fact that I make drawings and not paintings. It’s a similar impulse to say more with less. Even though my drawings are very dense and busy, I am missing a lot of the […]

A House on the Plains

Mama said that I was thenceforth to be her nephew, and to call her Aunt Dora. She said our fortune depended on her not having a son as old as eighteen who looked more like twenty. Say Aunt Dora, she said. I said it.  She was not satisfied.  She made me say it several times. She […]