“When it came time for July to speak, she stood up and started singing. She was large-eyed and lithe. I don’t remember what song it was—something she had written herself, I believe. I was startled. Who was this woman?”
Miranda July
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Finding Stories in Familiar Territory: An Interview With Miranda July
“I feel like the creative mind is very fast in some ways and completely blind as a bat in other ways.”
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Finding Stories in Familiar Territory: An Interview With Miranda July
“I feel like the creative mind is very fast in some ways and completely blind as a bat in other ways.”
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Vicissitudes, CA
[Fiction] A story about an unemployed ethnomusicologist, gray whales, and Miranda July: ‘Garfield was my favorite president,’ said Brandon. ‘James A. Garfield?’ said Kara. ‘President from March to July of 1881?’ ‘From Ohio?’ she said. ‘That’s the one,’ said Brandon. He said: ‘I think he would have proven to be an effective leader if he’d […]
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Vicissitudes, CA
[Fiction] A story about an unemployed ethnomusicologist, gray whales, and Miranda July: ‘Garfield was my favorite president,’ said Brandon. ‘James A. Garfield?’ said Kara. ‘President from March to July of 1881?’ ‘From Ohio?’ she said. ‘That’s the one,’ said Brandon. He said: ‘I think he would have proven to be an effective leader if he’d […]