For reasons of self-preservation, he has become used to keeping a wary distance even from those closest to him. His father died a few weeks ago, but Wallace didn t go back for the funeral, and he hasn t told his friends Miller, Yngve, Cole and Emma. He is four years into a biochemistry degree at a lakeside Midwestern university, a life that s a world away from his childhood in Alabama. There is delicacy in the details of working in a lab full of microbes and pipettes that dances across the pages like the feet of a Cunningham dancer: pure, precise poetry.' - New York TimesWallace has spent his summer in the lab breeding a strain of microscopic worms. We're sorry this specific copy is no longer available.
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