Once upon a time, a graduate student had an idea for a novel. The idea was born, to some extent, from her surroundings: from the exoticization of the unfamiliar, as the daughter of a late 20th Century New South city found herself plopped into an old New England town with an even older memory.
The idea was also born out of terror, as one dissertation ide…
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