Category Archives: Haruf, Kent

“Things I Could Not Say”: Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton

Later, after my first book was published, I went to a doctor who is the most gracious woman I have ever met. I wrote down on a piece of paper what the student said about the person from New Hampshire … Continue reading

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“Talking in the Dark”: Kent Haruf, Our Souls at Night

Our Souls at Night is the last of Kent Haruf’s Holt novels — he died not long before its publication. It seems fitting then, I suppose, that it is a bit bleaker than the other two I’ve read, a bit less … Continue reading

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“Where You Are”: Kent Haruf, Plainsong

“The crib scene kills me,” Mark Athitakis said on Twitter when I remarked that I was half-way through Plainsong and loving it. At that time I hadn’t reached the crib scene yet, but when I did, I knew what he meant. … Continue reading

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“The Precious Ordinary”: Kent Haruf, Benediction

A friend of mine highly recommended Kent Haruf’s Plainsong, but when I looked for it at the bookstore they didn’t have it, so instead I brought home his more recent novel Benediction. It seems to me to have been a happy enough … Continue reading

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