All I had to do was imagine I was watching my own funeral to get the perspective on the exact relationship with the two women in my life. And what each of them was going to be left, after my death. I could already see myself divided up between them. But I did need this hilarious, lugubrious picture. If for no other reason than to satisfy my own vanity. So that I could sort out the unending stream of feelings, reactions and decisions that are constantly expected of me. And, all along, I proved to be nothing more than an expert in the art of procrastination, unable to break with or launch into anything new.

      Carmen Firan

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The Literary Review: An International Journal of Contemporary Writing has been published quarterly by Fairleigh Dickinson University since 1957. Its many special issues have introduced new fiction, poetry, and essays from many nations, regions, or languages to English readers. Issues focus on such topics as contemporary fiction in Portugese, Iranian exiles, new Irish writing, North African authors, and Philippine fiction and poetry. Works from issues devoted to writing in English have won awards and been reprinted in many collections.

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