THE WALRUS SAID . . . . . . . . . being a bookish blog
Friday, May 9, 2025
First Lines: Richard Ford
In Haddam, summer floats over tree-softened streets like a sweet lotion balm from a careless, languorous god, and the world falls in tune with its own mysterious anthems.
Independence Day
Richard Ford
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