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She rummaged in her bag and produced a postcard she'd bought in the museum shop. Old Woman Reading. It was not the painting she had seen but a differ… - Bernard MacLaverty
" "She rummaged in her bag and produced a postcard she'd bought in the museum shop. Old Woman Reading. It was not the painting she had seen but a different one. When she'd asked for the postcard the assistant had shrugged and said they were out of it. There are many old women reading, she said. The assistant had offered her another, even better, card. An old woman, cowled in some dark material, looking down at a book. It was so lovely - the concentration in the eyes, the luminescence of the ancient face reflected from the page, the interior light from reading whatever was printed there.
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About Bernard MacLaverty
Bernard MacLaverty (born 14 September 1942) is an Irish fiction writer and novelist. His novels include Cal, Grace Notes, and Midwinter Break. He has written five books of short stories.
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