The oatmeal tasted the same every morning: warm, grainy, and...

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The oatmeal tasted the same every morning: warm, grainy, and profoundly insufficient. James Thorne sat at his desk in the garret above the Caf de la Rotonde and ate it from a chipped enameled bowl ...

Paris had not been what he expected. Sixteen months ago, he had arrived with two hundred dollars, a suitcase of clothes, a letter of introduction to a French professor who had moved to Algiers, and the firm conviction that he was destined for literary greatness. The war had ended seven years before, but its aftershocks had not reached South Bend, Indiana, where James had grown up reading...

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