![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I can still summon up the steamy subway car where I first read Isaac Babel's "Crossing Into Poland" and the picnic table (I was working at a day camp for the blind) where I began reading "The Metamorphosis." So I assume I'll always recall the doctor's waiting room where I opened a dimpled, out-of-date issue of The New Yorker and found Roberto Bolaño's story "Gómez Palacio." For the first time, I was glad the doctor was running late, so I could read the story twice, and still have a few minutes left over to consider the fact that I had just encountered something extraordinarily beautiful and (at least to me) entirely new. THE moment we "discover" a favorite writer is like our experience of a cataclysmic event - we can remember precisely where we were and what we were doing when it occurred. ![]()
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