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From our Winter 2007 issue. . .
More Harry Crews
from Leaving Home from Home
“The house in which Mama was dying was layered with the smell of food: the quick touch of coconut cream pie, the fleshy fruit of ambrosia, the heavy, rich, overcooked odor of standing rib roast, and the thick sweet taste of honey-cured hams. . . . ”
from “A Writer’s Face”:
The Letters of Harry Crews
“I am a conscious writer. That is to say I think fiction is written with the heart and the head.”
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