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October 05, 2007

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jb

Q: In an earlier edition you said you hoped people would see this book not as a freight train of facts, but more the "sort of train in which Cary Grant might wander until being taken in by Eva Marie Saint—with corridors and compartments, a vehicle on the move with its own inner life." Do you still feel that way about the book?

A: That still puts it as well as I can—I hope it’s a seductive book: once you’re in, it’s hard to get out.

http://www.albany.edu/writers-inst/thomson_david.html

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  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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