At the farmers' market in Claremont, she bought nasturtiums and two baskets of strawberries while talking openly about her girlhood and how she'd weighed only seventy pounds at the worst moment of her anorexia. 'But you love food, like a gourmand, Louise,' I said, and she replied, 'All anorexics love food.'
Some months earlier, Glück had won the Nobel Prize in Literature. When the Swedish Academy phoned her quite early in the morning with the marvelous news, she was told that she had twenty-five minutes before the world would know. She immediately called her son, Noah, on the West Coast, and he was joyful after overcoming his panic at hearing the phone ring in the night. Then she called her dearest friend, Kathryn Davis, and her beloved editor, Jonathan Galassi. Reporters quickly appeared on her little dead-end street in Cambridge.
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