American Pastoral
Philip Roth
1997
Meanwhile Joy was telling me things about her life that I’d never known as a single-minded kid searching the neighborhood for a grape to burst—Joy was tossing into this agitated pot of memory called “the reunion” yet more stuff no one knew at the time, that no one had to know back when all our storytelling about ourselves was still eloquently naive…
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