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“I had to live on the lip of a waterfall, exhausted.”

You might expect a coming-of-age book to have a plot, to describe the who-what-when-where-how-and-why. But Annie Dillard is not a typical person, nor is her book a typical memoir. She concentrated on describing how she wanted to notice and remember … Continue reading

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“Terror and beauty are woven into the fringes of things both great and small.”

Surely the first test of  wonderful writing is whether it can recaptivate the reader who returns a second, third, or fourth time.  Annie Dillard’s essay “Seeing” passes that test. For her, seeing leads to understanding, which can then lead to transformation.  Her closing lines describe being moved … Continue reading

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