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  • You could argue that, as a novelist (of sorts), I was professionally, at least passionately, engaged in writing words about things. In nearly precise dialectical antithesis, Malcolm had discovered a way to paint things about words. This was where we ultimately connected, here in this logic-defying liminal zone between reality and representation we both crossed and recrossed as a matter of course, sometimes wittingly, sometimes not. Malcolm and I were truly brothers, even twins—though not identical, existing as we did on opposite sides of the glass—in the sense we were like two closely related instruments—say a violin and a cello—vibrating exactly in tune, alive inside with the resonant universe of language demanding expression.

    (Excerpted from PORTRAITS OF AN IMAGINARY YOUNG MAN: BOOK III OF THE BEGINNER’S LUKE SERIES)

    Image: THE TWO BROTHERS
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