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Is ignorance bliss or is it just empty space? – the case for reading

In a running dispute between a talented writer friend and myself, concerning the friend’s lack of interest in others’ fiction, my case goes something like this: Of the large volume of unpublished fiction I regularly see, the least original work … Continue reading

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