On Reading Pushkin

While reading Pushkin, I feel like I know Pushkin. When I put the book down, though, I barely even remember his name.

“It’s not you, it’s me,” I’d tell Pushkin were he here today — here, specifically, I mean: Cosmic Bowling Night at Schwoegler’s just off the Beltline.

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