A Year in Reading: Nick Moran
Something more than serendipity was afoot when I entered my neighborhood’s pie-eating contest this year. It was a warm, sunny morning so I hoofed it a few blocks from my house to the bakery, signed up for the day’s contest, and returned home to kill four hours before it began. I was sitting on my porch, having just cracked open ’s , which I’d plucked at random from my bookshelf of Florida writing. ( about …) Not long after, I got to a scene in which,
