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“The menu, like love, was full of delicate, gruesome things — cheeks, tongues, thymus glands.”

No writer can make me laugh harder but wince longer than Lorrie Moore. Here is a sample of her humor: “Mike’s friends, however, tended to be tense, intellectually earnest Protestants who drove new, metallic-hued cars and who within five minutes of … Continue reading

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