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...moreMichelle Tea shares a reading list in celebration of her forthcoming book, Against Memoir, out May 8 from Amethyst Editions/The Feminist Press.
...moreI think I would maybe like to be George Saunders.
...moreI love Paris. I love Paris I love Paris I love Paris.
...moreWe pass a well, a perfectly round mouth in the stone where all this blue water spills out.
...moreThe water isn’t as cold as I’d imagined, and it isn’t dirty.
...moreWe walk the Parisian streets until we reach Kay’s car, parked on a residential corner near the fence we’ll be climbing.
...moreOh well. C’est La Vie, I say brightly, always thrilled to remember something French.
...moreIf anyone gets up to sleep in the other room, someone has to go with them. No one sleeps alone, okay? Judy declares.
...moreYou’re going to fuck a Christmas tree tonight! Judy cheers.
...moreAfter kissing on furniture I later learn from Wet is intensely germ-ridden, I followed Antoine up the curving, wrought-iron staircase and out into the street.
...moreAll I wanted to do in Paris was have an affair, go to the Louvre, and see the catacombs…
...moreI’m spending three weeks in Paris, away from the tyranny of American mental health and self-improvement.
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