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argus_in_tights wrote a delightful email to say he'd seen Nobody's Father on the ferry and read my essay in the gift shop. I'd forgotten people might actually see the book in stores.

There's something perfect about the book being on the ferry, since the ferry (or at least the lineup) is in the essay.

He called himself a "word thief" because he read the book in the shop instead of buying it. Being sneaky about books is a part of loving them. Reading is private, and reading in public is just slightly perverse.

As the ex-co-con discovered while reading the new Maupin, also on the ferry.

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