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She shuffled with her head bowed, her dark eyes drifting to avoid contact, and she screamed in bed at night. (Dark City Lights)

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She shuffled with her head bowed, her dark eyes drifting to avoid contact, and she screamed in bed at night. (Dark City Lights)

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About Jim Fusilli

Jim Fusilli is (born July 17, 1953) is an American journalist, essayist and novelist. He served as the rock-and-pop critic for The Wall Street Journal from 2009 to 2018, and contributed to NPR’s All Things Considered. He has written nine novels and is also the author of the Pet Sounds entry in Bloomsbury Publishing’s 33 1/3 series.