
Joan Silber Reads “Evolution”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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The Night Before the Sunset, a Memoir of the Night
"I thought it was so full of brody to stay on after sunrise, still looking at whatever the vista was. Maybe i'd walk a little myself," she writes. "There wasn't much food left, three slices of bread, two slices of cheese." She finds her wallet and baseball hat in an empty room with a note that reads: 'Your asshall boy friend is gone. I'm at work. See you later'
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