Take another look at James Salter on France and A Sport and a Pastime, introduced by Paul Yoon; revisit Damascus with Tricia Khleif as she recalls music lessons in “Abu Musa.”
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NATALIE LINH BOLDERSTON
Whenever my mother gives me one of her stories, I watch her cut into it, lay it out for me in a way I can consume, in a way she can bear. Her stories simmer in her muscles, ready to emerge at a flick of her wrist, a familiar flare of joy or pain.
RO SKELTON
Naow created a place for himself and for me, a place where we always had company, as well as for the lost and lonely people of this neighborhood who had failed to find jobs in the city, who were homeless, hungry, or hadn’t seen their children for months or even years.
AIMEE LIU
For years when I was growing up, my mother created annual family albums at Christmastime, and she often had to resort to shots of her garden or floral arrangements for lack of human portraits. The pictures she took of people were usually out of focus. And my cameraman father was notorious for standing so far
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