I turned in my very first short story, Immortality, which Jim enthused about in class, though I was too inexperienced to understand his excitement.
I have never stopped reading and teaching Tolstoy and Babel, and for a while every semester for 12 years I also taught Bloom's Silver Water, a story from Come to Me, until I had to stop: My sister's voice was like mountain water in a silver pitcher; the clear blue beauty of it cools you.
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