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I think that the only true writing is one that involves true experiential knowledge. I shudder to think of the process of gaining that knowledge in this case. Obviously fiction involves extending this experience to an imagined reality. Look at Hemingway. He wrote of fishing and hunting trips, bullfighting, men and women, suicide, despair, going home, redemption. All themes in his life in some manner. I think that this story is one that has so much potential.
The descriptive exactitude you have is one that reminds me of Hemingway quite a bit. I love this manner of writing. I'll be first in line to buy this short story.
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