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BOOK REVIEW
An exercise in memory in ‘Lessons’
Ian McEwan begins “Lessons,” his 17th published novel, with the “insomniac memory” of a piano lesson. Eleven-year-old Roland Baines sits at the keyboard in an Ipswich boarding school. As Roland struggles with the complexities of Bach, Miriam Cornell, his stern but seductive music teacher, pinches the boy near his crotch, leaving ambiguous sensations that resonate across the years. Continue reading →
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BOOK REVIEW
A mother’s letter to her daughter — and others
Carolyn Hays is not the author’s real name, and “A Girlhood” is not, despite the subtitle and the second person, addressed only to her transgender daughter. Instead it’s a jittery, energetic, wise, practical, hopeful book for parents of transgender kids. Continue reading →
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