I am down in the cabin and Ross, who is eighty feet up in the fire tower, sees smoke. He tries to report it but his radio isn’t working and nobody can understand him. They phone him back on the cell: does he need the water bombers? He says no, it’s just a spot fire. In that moment a huge gust of wind blasts through the cabin, blows a towel off a rack, slaps it against the valve of the water cooler and turns on the water.
The French writer Julien Gracq, who will be ninety-seven this year, is a living link to the era of Louis Aragon and André Breton. Gracq has avoided the kind of recognition that most modern writers crave (he refused the Prix Goncourt in 1951), and his body of work is little known on this continent.
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Notes & Dispatches from EMILY MOORE, SAGE TYRTLE, IAN ROY, and JESS HOUSTY; New fiction by ALEX LESLIE; Feature essays from KATE REIDER COLLINS and NIKKI CELIS; Poetry by JADE RIORDAN and ERIN VOSTERS; and much more!
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