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I remember my mother holding me as I cried while my father was taken off.

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I remember my mother holding me as I cried while my father was taken off.

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Feb 5, 2013
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I remember my mother holding me as I cried while my father was taken off.

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“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing,” she whispered and kissed me, then said as if to be clear, “It’s nothing you can understand.”

WITH YURI, ENLIGHTENED BY STEVEN GILLIS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 20

The first time I heard of Yuri Exelrod I was on the subway with my father. We were standing in the center of a half-empty car while two men next to us argued the virtues of Exelrod’s work. One of the men had a near dwarf-like defect, was bird-rail small, with a Jew’s nose and arms so thin I could not quite understand how his flesh contained bone and muscle. The other man was three times as large, his body bloated, his black shoes clown-size with long twiny laces.

“Listen to me,” the big man’s accent was Slavic. His head was bald on top with a wreath of brown hair. He wore an overcoat even though it was summer, the side pockets containing a rolled up newspaper and a dog-eared copy of Exelrod’s most recent novel.

Three weeks earlier my mother and I had gone to Saddlebrooke Prison to b…

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