My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.

Raymond Carver
My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the...
My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the...
My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the...
My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the...
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When we fail at love, we typically blame something else for our lack of success. We claim that we can’t write or we don’t have time for our art, and so we begin to look for excuses. For some people this can be a constant and painful side-effect of the experience of love. To cope with this feeling of failure, they turn to the short story form.

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