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    <body><![CDATA[Joy Williams writes the intro to this collection, and I can see why she reveres Bowles.  The biting humor is similar, the sense of alienation, the way weird shit just happens to the protagonists.  Both authors' plots are compilations of madcap episodes which, if they do add up, do so in a way that I sure as hell can't fully comprehend.<br/><br/>I only read Two Serious Ladies so far (which is why I bought the collected works in the first place), and I admire the risks Bowles took, but I got antsy two thirds of the way through.  I wanted a sense of something happening, and I never got it, though I reckon that if Jane Bowles were alive to give a shit, she probably wouldn't.  But still.]]></body>
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