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'a bruise or a kiss for the reader…'

Raffaella Barker writes:
There can never be one book, but Elizabeth Smart's novel By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept has a particular, personal position in my life. I first read this extraordinary prose poem when I was 19, doubly curious about the book for its delicious title and because it was written by my father's ex-wife. It was like drowning in an extraordinary dream - I could not believe that grown ups could love with such abandon. The novel has scarcely any plot, it concerns a triangle between the narrator and a married couple, but the events and actions are peripheral.

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