Anne Rice and Alice Borchardt were groomed to be writers, not by spending their summers in Europe, or interning at a publishing house. But by a father who returned home from military service after World War II. He realized he needed to reintroduce himself to two little girls who had been just babies when he left home. He sat down at his Underwood typewriter in their home on St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans, and wrote a novel for Alice and Anne. It's called The Impulsive Imp.
Good News; a novel written by my father has received an excellent
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