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It was a Thursday when I lifted the phone and called my
agent. I said , "Gabe, I'm going to be sixty-six tomorrow, Fri–
day, January 13, 1978, and I've been writing fiction all my
life and no one's ever published a word of it and I'd give
my left pinkie to get into
The Paris Review:'
And I did be–
cause Gabriel was interested at once and told me that he'd
get in touch with me the next day because he thought he
might find a buyer. He did.... When my story came out,
I went to Dr. Dodypol and had the finger removed surgi–
cally and under anesthesia. His head nurse, Kate Crack–
ernuts, wrapped the finger in cotton bandages and in red
tissue paper with a yellow ribbon around it and I walked
out a published author and weighing three ounces less than
when I walked in.
-Dallas Wiebe, " Night Flight to Stockholm," Issue 73
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