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June 23, 2010

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Benjamin

James, your tials and tribulatiosn with research--and how it forms a moving narative of place--sounds so very much like my current struggles with a memoir of my immigrant family in the 1870s. The research the gets me excited is what's available--science, history, et cetera--but where's the human connection in place? Often in food and shelter, but the stories of the day to day are gone, and so, as you say, fiction must play a role so that the "I" narrator doesn't take on too much of a central role. Interesting reading today....

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