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summer reading


Frank Bidart, In the Western Night: Collected Poems, 1965-1990
Herta Mueller, The Land of Green Plums
Susan Sontag, At the Same Time: Essays & Speeches
Albert Camus, The Plague
Don Delillo, White Noise
Jorge Luis Borges, Collected FictionsJohn Ashbery, Planisphere*
Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell, Words in Air
Shakespeare, The Sonnets and a Lover's Complaint


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