He learned my library. “You already own that, Connelly. Same cover, but a 1980s pressing,” he cautioned when I picked up a copy of Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness. I scouted out a memoir on textile manufacturing in the South for a piece he’d toyed with writing. But his writing stalled; screenplay ideas were stuck in revision, and the grind of a retail gig crushed much else. Despite putting ourselves in the same city, the romance was make-work.

Paris Review – Love Stories, Phoebe Connelly

Really nice from Phoebe.

Also, the moral here is that you can never have too many copies of The Left Hand of Darkness.


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