"Playing House," by Leslie Jamison

During my second year at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, I lived at 715 Iowa Ave., Iowa City, Iowa. In case my friends on the coasts didn’t get it, my address had to say it three times: I’m in the middle. Another workshop writer probably lives in that apartment now—a third-floor nest with peeling linoleum and rattling windows—because workshop apartments tend to be passed down this way, writer-to-writer, acquiring thick skins of dust, layers of heartache and epiphany and drunken stupor and all the other mythologies that are supposed to play out at the Workshop and, as it turns out, actually do…

Leslie Jamison, from “Playing House," in A Public Space

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  1. jenrennifer reblogged this from iww75th and added:
    My lust for Leslie Jamison is unquenchable.
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