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The Woman Who Brought Matisse Back From the Dead

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  ***Page 1 – The Woman Who Brought Matisse Back from the Dead***      Paris, 1950                  The studio on the Boulevard du Montparnasse was not far from the Boulevard Raspail crossing. The door to the concierge’s loge was ajar. The husband of the concierge was urinating into the sink when he noticed the(…)

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What now? Tearing pages…

Having calmed (I thought) my young, neglected novella along with my eleven other disturbed creations the other night, I entered a period of empty-headed wellbeing that, unfortunately, was rudely interrupted just now just as the sun was sinking into the Aegean Sea. I heard a disturbing sound that made the hair on my neck stand up straight. I could hardly believe my ears. Again,(…)

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Columbus Museum of Art, Art Book Club Presents — TWWBMBFTD

Focusing on fiction and non-fiction books that feature art and artists as central story elements, each of these programs includes a presentation by Executive Director Nannette Maciejunes, followed by refreshments and casual group discussion. The Art Book Club is presented on Thursday evenings and Sunday afternoons, four times annually. Admission is free for Museum members,(…)

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Final excerpt – From Part V – “A Rising Urge to Strangle Someone” – The Woman Who …

She was in the bed beside the door, supine, her face in fixed repose. A black eye-patch was covering her left eye. Alice pulled up a chair and sat beside her. When Claude opened her right eye she showed no surprise. She let Alice squeeze her hand. Alice bent and kissed it, she looked up(…)

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Excerpt from Part III – “It’s Possible to Lead a Cow Upstairs but Not Down” – from The Wo…

  The taxi drove along Lexington Avenue to 42nd Street. His mother had always spoken about Justina as an angel. No photo of Justina survived. No photo of anything, even his mother and father’s wedding, had survived World War I. Julia’s descriptions of Justina had varied so much during the years that he could not(…)

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