Eloquently posed by Peter Simek:
Did a seemingly benign panel on city and regional magazines suddenly turn into a semi-lynching of the editors of Our State? Did one Pulitzer Prize winner ask another Pulitzer winner about process? Were there impromptu readings of James Joyce and Flann O'Brien in the hotel lobby after the bar closed? Who was the batty purple woman with a bouquet of flowers in her hair, the Sante Fe sky on the back of her blouse, with a knack for turning question and answers sessions into question and statement sessions? And how was it that after a run to the restroom during Saturday night's Literary Lights dinner I suddenly found myself drenched with sweat, deep in the woods,…
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