Instead of reading Dale Ray Lewis’s highly anticipated book of short stories, My People’s Waltz; instead of reading Cheryl Lynn Greenberg’s To Ask for an Equal Chance: African Americans in the Great Depression; instead of taking a chance with Robert Goolrick’s new book, A Reliable Wife; instead of taking time to read Anton Chekhov’s “Murder” (a brilliant vignette that L. L. Faulk emailed to me a few weeks ago so as to start a discussion on how Chekhov’s work might influence our own writing endeavors); or better yet, M.G. Hardies new joint, It Ain’t Just The Size; instead, I decided to take a daring chance on Christopher Reid and Valerie J. Lewis Coleman’s soon-to-be-released novel, The Forbidden Secrets of the Goodie Box. …(cont)
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