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Re-reading Michael Arlen’s “Passage to Ararat,” 2

…The story was true, I knew–a true and moving story, and one so far beyond my own experience.  But I found I wished his arm away from mine, wished away his frail hand, his tears.  “My father had committed no … Continue reading

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Re-reading “Passage to Ararat” by Michael Arlen Jr.

~~There is a handful of works of literature–poems, novels, criticism– to which I return every few years the way I return to an old friend.  Michael Arlen Jr.’s “Passage to Ararat” is one such work. I read it first in … Continue reading

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