irish proverb, apparently. and while anne enright seems to be doing just fine on the luck front, here are two essays and a short story to help you decide when/ where/ whether to read the gathering.

what’s left of henrietta lacks, and my milk, two essays from the london review of books, circa 2000. and caravan, a tightly wound short from this morning’s guardian.

i wouldn’t skip the story. 

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