C. Boyle: I’ve written to you on at least a half-dozen occasions, and was flattered when you actually wrote back in hand written notes resembling the script seen on prescription pads. I know, I know, you’re busy, and judging by your prolific production of noteworthy, to say nothing of highly entertaining literature, I don’t doubt that that’s true. The first thing that I ever read of yours’ was The Tortilla Curtain (1995) and I was impressed by your empathy and understanding extended towards illegal Mexican immigrants who are mostly just trying to achieve a better life for themselves, and in particularly, their children. Now we have the Mad King residing in our nation’s White House who vilifies these noble people for no other reason than he’s a racist prick. Anyway, I “borrowed” the words “myopic misunderstanding” from the Chicago Tribune’s back cover blurb in a story about the futility of…
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