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A Place to Live

If a biographer ever goes harpooning for the story of poet and novelist Eileen Myles, I imagine a critical autopsy of the writer’s grade-school report cards would ensue. Surely there’d be some struggle to find parallels to the present-day Myles: repeated misconduct, inability to sit still, an exasperating refusal to follow directions. Of course, we’d […]