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The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
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She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
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Anyone who’s lived long enough to learn to feed themselves likely has some kind of biographical dish.
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It was a piece of currency so large it seemed unimaginable anyone would try to steal it. But that was part of the appeal.
Tár holds back too much to work as a commentary on cancel culture, and isn't elusive enough to succeed as a work of art.