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Mere Martinez

There is nothing funny or surprising about the things you let slacken when you’re overextended. I’m hard at work on my graduate thesis; it is the one taut thread of my life at the moment. It greets me in the morning with an open-handed slap, bullies me all day, and elbows its way into my [...]

So where were The Spiders?

I’ve been thinking about truth-telling in first-person narratives in preparation for a class I’ll be giving in a few months to so me fellow MFA students. How do you follow a first-person narrator who needs to reveal something, but can’t or won’t actually admit that thing to himself? What does a narrator talk about when [...]