I was walking in Boston on a frigidly cold January night, overheated in my wool coat but with my face somewhere between painfully cold and thankfully numb, and there on the corner of Stuart Street and Trinity Place, was a child’s book, lost or discarded on the sidewalk, splayed open, askew amongst the pebbles of rock salt. BE KIND, the title admonished me. I had just come from listening to George Saunders in conversation with Paul Tremblay at the Back Bay Event Center hosted
