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Оглавление“I had affairs with a few girls of my own age, and they taught me that no girl, however intelligent and warm-hearted, can possibly know or feel half as much at twenty as she will at thirty-five.”
— Stephen Vizinczey, In Praise of Older Women: The Amorous Recollections of András Vajda
Author’s Note
In my “real” life, I am a law professor, pledged and committed to seeking and finding the truth as best as we mere lawyerly humans can, and helping those who are its possible beneficiaries. In my “other” life, I am a writer, committed to another kind of truth—perhaps deeper, more nuanced, and certainly often more difficult to achieve—and to the pleasure and moral self-scrutiny of my readers.
What follows are works of fiction, howsoever they may depend for their genesis and some of their details on actual occurrences and actual people in my life, myself included. What they are decidedly not, dear readers, are mere autobiographical vignettes disguised as something else. We fiction writers are not, like Bartleby, copyists—we are, rather, embellishers, inventors, liars, exaggerators, people who, as the poet, Robert Pack, once put it, tell personal lies in order to tell impersonal truths. The fiction writer and the lawyer, blessedly, bow to different gods, and I try, in my happily divided life, to remain devout to those I worship in each domain. So—here’s hoping you will worship with me, and not find yourself expecting to encounter the wrong god in the wrong place, as I hope I haven’t either.
