THE LONELY VOICE #6: The Rumpus Short Story Column, Death and the Dying Chekhov

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The lonely voice is coming to you today from San Francisco General Hospital. I’m in the cafeteria. I come here sometimes. It’s a nice place to be distracted and the pudding is good. I’m thinking about Chekhov, or trying to, I keep getting distracted. Chekhov died of tuberculosis. As a doctor and as a writer, […]

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