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Nina MacLaughlin

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Author of WAKE, SIREN @fsgbooks; SUMMER SOLSTICE and WINTER SOLSTICE @blacksparrowprs; HAMMER HEAD @wwnorton. New England Literary News columnist @bostonglobe.
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Portrait of an Eye

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By Nina MacLaughlin
| Bookforum Verified
CELESTE DUPUY-SPENCER KEPT ODD HOURS. Before she died in April, Dupuy-Spencer, a prominent painter—commercially successful, critically acclaimed, and about as famous as a contemporary artist gets—was habitually nocturnal.
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Celeste Dupuy-Spencer - A Self Portrait in the Dark

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By Celeste Dupuy-Spencer, Nina MacLaughlin
| Phaidon
The loss of Celeste Dupuy-Spencer in April was felt painfully on Phaidon.com. This most talented and engaging of artists, one who felt too keenly the anguish of life, left us way before her prime. We will never know where her work, unparalleled in its depiction of a dispirited age, might have gone.
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New England Literary News

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By Nina MacLaughlin
| Substack
Dear all, a short note to begin. I write to you from Los Angeles, here briefly, and the air sometimes smells like honeysuckle, and the jacarandas are in bloom, the purples here, and the palm fronds sway in the morning breeze. It’s strange to travel seasons. I read poems by Robert Hass on the plane. Tears were close already and the poems made me cry. I started Paul Harding’s Tinkers. I’m moving through Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih, and it is strange and lush.
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