A year into pursuing her MFA in creative writing, she quit graduate school because she thought her instructors had turned her into a New Yorker-style author, one who, as she put it on her blog, “poops out polished turds about the white upper-middle-class, with at least one big ol’ fuckin’ epiphany per story. To paraphrase Huck Finn, I don’t want the cultural gatekeepers to ‘sivilize’ me.” (She had leafed through Twain’s novel once.) Today, she works at a gourmet cupcake shop in the upper-middle-class bohemian part of town but considers herself highly sivilized because she doesn’t spit into the batter.
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Written on the spot
Copyright © 2017 by David V. Matthews
DAVID V. MATTHEWS 