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About lifeacrossthesun

Writer/ 2011 PEN USA Emerging Voices fellow

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If I had written one single page every day, I would have finished a novel as long as my life. But it hasn’t been the case. My 400 page novel is still unfinished, and my life lacks a purpose. That’s why I … Continue reading

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Black by Thizz Clinton

Listening to Black by Thizz Clinton…obsessively.

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A Book Review: The Museum of Innocence by Orhan Pamuk

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“In fact no one recognizes the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it. It may well be that, in a moment of joy, one might sincerely believe that they are living that golden instant “now,” even having … Continue reading

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The Move

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As soon as we passed Buena Park, the freeway grew larger, the lines wider, the cars bigger, the palm trees taller, and the lights sped away with a more arrogant glare. Irvine, California was only a few miles farther. Our … Continue reading

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The Writing Life by Les Plesko

The Writing Life by Les Plesko There is somebody in this room who will become a writer. There’s someone here seduced enough by the vision you see, or think you see, that you’ll keep going. You are the person here … Continue reading

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What Do You think?

As part of a research (for an art exhibition) about a Persian tale of the 12th century, The Conference of the Birds, I would like to know your opinion on the question below. I would be very grateful if you could respond with four … Continue reading

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Remembering Les Plesko

http://venice.patch.com/groups/police-and-fire/p/novelist-identified-as-man-who-jumped-from-venice-building-monday?a_dgi=aolshare_facebook Someone told me that as much as Les Plesko’s suicide is a pain we’ll carry for the rest of our lives, but knowing that he is finally free (free from his pain, free from the harsh life, the humiliation, … Continue reading

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