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Brilliant style of writing.

It's breezy. It tells a cool story in an entertaining way. It speaks straight to the human in all of us.

It's difficult to cease reading a given excerpt once you start.

Bravo to the author.

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Thank you my friend. I've gone back and forth about how long each section should be. I first wrote the essay as a single piece, but then realized just how different each of the three chapters of my writing journey has been. Lo and behold, up until now I've written 3 novels. It's almost like there's a connection ...

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Great stuff. Keep it up.

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Thank you my friend.

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Story telling that cuts to the chase. I wonder what the writing experience has been like for you, writing years of your life into just a few paragraphs. It almost reads like a (more colorful and rounded out) montage in a film, like we’re about to be zipped forward out of the main characters memories and into the future.

Also, congratulations on the new project. Can’t wait to read it!!!

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I love these Paris Diaries & your style & open access to your experiences, feelings, réalisations that draw the reader in more & more & leave us anticipating the next chapter. And as someone who knows you since the beginning, it pains me to read of those difficult days and gives me great joy to hear about the joys! C’est ta vie in such a generous sharing Truly, Bravo Samuél! ❤️

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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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Woof... Woof...

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Bark … bark

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"I realized that the world of academia was a pissing contest just like any other, a hierarchical structure built on the principles of intellectual conceit, privilege, groupthink and perceived value." Oh my, yes.

Enjoying getting to know you in here. Autobiography terrifies me. Which is why I cheat and write microscopic bits of myself into fiction undetected. At least, I think it's undetected. 🙂

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I was wandering through this and enjoying it immensely when I saw the pink diagram of a certain concept named after my former neighbor. Well, HE didn’t live in the house attached to ours, but his son did. The sr was an altogether unpleasant individual who once stood on our balcony, criticizing our back yard, while I knew full well that his adult son lived in inhumane conditions in the house next door, the house owned by the psychologist. In that house the other tenants, the couple upstairs, fought all day, screaming , “You’re grinding me up.” It was a dramatic triangle indeed.

At any rate I love your writing. I lived for a few years in Paris, in the building directly across the street from the apartment Marcel Proust shared with his family before moving to Blvd. Haussmann.

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Oh boy, that sounds like a proper doozy of a triangle. It's incredible how hard it can be to be critical of the outside world without ever managing to realize it's also about the interior ... that above story sounds like a classic case of it. THANK YOU for such kind words. What a beautiful boulevard to live on in Paris ... any plans to be coming back? Let's have a glass of wine when you do.

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I will be in there in October, would love have a glass if wine you're around!

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