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No one could have told me that writing a novel could turn out to
be a form of therapy, a way of forgiving, an aesthetic venue for
surrendering a rage that I had held on to for most of my adult
life. Having just completed my first novel, Tiorunda Stories, I
now know that it is possible to create fiction as a way of
reframing memory, of recreating an old story, of reimagining the
facts of my past in order to let go of an emotional albatross. |