There’s a kind of transcendent joy when you read or see something so well-crafted that it shakes your identity as a writer and makes you want to wave a white flag in tribute to the ones who got it right. I’ll never be able to structure a play as well as Clifford Odets. And that realization prompts gratitude. To be humbled by a master is to exult in the …
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