When I was in my twenties, I wanted to write exactly like Amy Hempel. Her stories were spare, poetic, funny, devastating. They had smart narrators who tended to be a little bit sad, and they sometimes had soulful dogs, and they always had lines I really wished I’d written. I read them and reread them, and of course I tried to imitate them.
I named my …
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