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January 24, 2010



Greg, I've got a big grin as I read this in a coffee shop in Boulder this morning. The word play here is delightful. I want to say that I love how you're capturing the awkwardness of adolescence and sexual awakening against the backdrop of fundamentalism. I relate very personally to that. But really, what is more accurate, is that you have rightly portrayed fundamentalism not as a backdrop but as a character in its own right in your story. Cheers!


RIP J.D. Salinger.

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