“Evie had slanting eyes, and a flushed, pretty face. She was wearing a shiny brown dress, and her hair bubbled down her back in fair, glossy curls. She had an impulsive way of embracing people, of holding them by the hand or the elbow, as though she must atone for any reticence on their part with an extra measure of her own exuberance—or as though they would attempt to escape if not taken into custody.”—Australian-American fiction writer and essayist Shirley Hazzard (1931-2016), Collected Stories (2020)
(This photo of Shirley Hazzard was taken by Christopher
Peterson at the Mercantile Library Center for Fiction's Annual Benefit and
Awards Dinner, held at the New York Tennis and Racquet Club at 350 Park Avenue,
in New York, on Oct. 29, 2007.)
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