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Opening One's Eyes
How to get the deadness out of one's eyes.
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Second Interview With The Blog’s Author (For No Reason At All)
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Personal War
Boat Ride
A New York Reading Guide
The Pillars Of Personal Autonomy
The Four Faces
The Real Story
Catherine Cusset
Le Nouveau Modiano!
The Directress
Prose, Poetry, Rubbish
My Neighbor Friend
One’s Predecessor-Selves
My Brother, My Keeper
The Letter From The Provost of Fife
Oh, Those Incorrigible Romantic Minds Of Women!
Doll
Little Girl, I Need You To Step Back Right Now!
The Photo On The Upright.
Creation, Destruction
Interview With The Blog’s Author At the Occasion Of Her 40th Post
Joseph
Living One’s Lies
Front Slit Mocks Hemline
The Constant Itch
My Dad
The Henry James Reader
Killers
Widerhall Meister
Wendy Sutter
American Made
Joaquin Phoenix
The Artist
The Surrendered Wife And Sex (And Me)
A Rather Famous Writer’s Public Reading
A Note On The Perfect Bond
The Perfect Bond
Nancy Huston, Nelly Arcan (and a Katie Ward Footnote)
Adult Conversation
Interview With Bob Mould
The Pleasure Tools Have Arrived
Featherweight In Lunacy And Lucidity
The Handsomest Movie Man
Masturbate Don’t Degradate
Laurel & Hardy
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