Karen Joy Fowler: "The Lake Was Full of Artificial Things”
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Consciousness, time travel, grief, Vietnam—just a few things on offer in this short story by Karen Joy Fowler about the tyranny of memory. A question that comes to mind: Who or what are we grieving when we fail to remember?
It's a bit of a melodrama, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. For your consideration, I'm also including an essay on melodrama by Charles Baxter. It's optional.
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