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| | CSIndy: A Conversation with Rikki Ducornet (January 6 - January 12, 2000) |
 | | Rikki Ducornet is so attentive, so game, so solicitous, that I find it hard not to imagine this novelist-in-residence at the University of Denver as a mother confessor to a large band of troubled students, whom I picture in her office, pouring their hearts out over steaming bowls of café filtre. |
 | | Over the course of our 45-minute telephone conversation, she draws me out about my life, applauds a literary reference spotted, and as an interviewee, gives the flattering impression that her answers are not preformulated, but are stimulated by my own brilliant questions. |
 | | I picture her (judging by her jacket photo, a big-eyed, dark-haired Gallic beauty) smiling and leaning over the piano while skinny, big-nosed Fagen improvises long Mingus-like jams for her; I see intemperate letters unanswered, long sulks. |
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