"Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem."
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It’s about the sentences. It’s about the way the sentences move in the paragraphs. It’s about rhythm. It’s about ambiguity. It’s about the way emotion, in difficult circumstances, gets captures in language…
These Hempel sentences, with their longing and their profound disquiet, do not rage or posture the way the men of the minimalist realist period did. They ache. And this ache seems to have everything to do with a rather profound and cruelly underestimated lineage of women writers in North America…
It’s the natural trajectory of a writing career that a writer becomes better at being herself.
-Rick Moody
Ms. Hempel, your sentences are going to carry me through tonight.
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