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I am simply not interested, at this point, in creating narrative scenes between characters.

Lydia Davis

I am simply not interested, at this point, in creating narrative scenes between characters.

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About Lydia Davis

Lydia Davis (born July 15, 1947) is an American short story writer, novelist, essayist, and translator from French and other languages, who often writes short (one or two pages long) short stories. Davis has produced several new translations of French literary classics, including Swann's Way by Marcel Proust and Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert.