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When a writer releases posthumously,I often approach it suspiciously.But, ah, in the case of this bookthat makes me a bit of a schnook,for I know I can trust in dear Rakoff,and indeed this great book does take offfrom page one and it never comes down.It’s met with well-founded renownand I add my voice to the chorus(tho to do it, needed the thesaurus)and also to those who despairfor David is no longer there.Few get to choose last public words,but he did, and I’m glad that I heard.
(My apologies for even attempting rhymed couplets, in honor of those in Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish, but doing so gave me even more respect for how seemingly effortless, surprising, and satisfying Rakoff’s are. RIP.)

When a writer releases posthumously,
I often approach it suspiciously.
But, ah, in the case of this book
that makes me a bit of a schnook,
for I know I can trust in dear Rakoff,
and indeed this great book does take off
from page one and it never comes down.
It’s met with well-founded renown
and I add my voice to the chorus
(tho to do it, needed the thesaurus)
and also to those who despair
for David is no longer there.
Few get to choose last public words,
but he did, and I’m glad that I heard.

(My apologies for even attempting rhymed couplets, in honor of those in Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish, but doing so gave me even more respect for how seemingly effortless, surprising, and satisfying Rakoff’s are. RIP.)

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W. W. Norton: What the Living Do

wwnorton:

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up

waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep,…

Ahhhhhhhhh.

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