I’m right in the middle of Dana Spiotta‘s Stone Arabia. It’s good. It’s really good. Somewhere in the first few pages is a line that has yet to leave me alone. Read it slowly.
“Bad art
smells human
in all the wrong ways.”
What do you think of that? Does it make sense? How do you make sense of it? What does she mean?
-Aida
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