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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.

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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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Ask Doritos Doubt Gift Great Nothing
I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Admire Fold Like Space Stride Two
The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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Lowest Moment Rescue Surprise
And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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Arrive Believe Glorious Inside Music Passion Second Warmest
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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Circle Edge Like Right Tail
We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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Bigger Brain Dry Heart Smart Up World
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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Burger Cook Depress Eat Everyone Leave Little More Nobody
Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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Bore Character Getting Main Struggle Writing
It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Anything Ate Bottle Help Likely Meal Message Same Tell
With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Flip Magazine Mom Need Page Slap
I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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Expand Fist List Lung Paper Release Taken
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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Air Careful Concentrate Detail Intimate Mother Palm Same Time

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