...this morning as I was reading about someone's super-sized baby. Suddenly, the museum I'd visited years ago in Willow Bunch, Saskatchewan became vivid again, and I could see my pale self standing at the foot of
Edouard Beaupré's bed, the monstrous bed of a giant. Overwhelmed by heat, the lack of food, and
this man's sad story, I, generally invincible and not at all prone to such things, grabbed onto the nearest solid object, worried I'd faint and fearing I'd never shake the landing.
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This post reminds me of Susan Swan's The Biggest Modern Woman of the World...interesting book, that.
And perhaps her best. I can't speak for the new one, What Cassanova Told Me, though I hear it's good.
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Thanks for the heads-up, you two. I looked for Swan's book uptown today, but no luck.
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