![]() She is thwarting doctors by smoking and drinking whiskey with her anti-seizure medications and writing extensively of the dreams that terrorize her by night and seep, unwanted, into her waking hours. When Sarah Crowe abruptly relocates to a farmhouse in Rhode Island, she is behind on delivery of her new novel and still reeling from the death of her lover, Amanda. The second time I fell in love with it, and now I'm thinking of buying a backup copy in case my house burns down. I confess: the first time I read this book, I couldn't stand it. "Truth, if such a thing actually exists, strikes me as a dead end."-Caitlin R. ![]() "They were always only me, the short stories and novels, only scraps of me coughed up and disguised as fiction, autobiography tarted up and disguised as figment and reverie."-Sarah Crowe, The Red Tree (p. ![]()
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