I went to Beirut in June of 2010 because my father was dying.


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I went to Beirut in June of 2010 because my father was dying.
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Claire Messud is a recipient of Guggenheim and Radcliffe Fellowships and the Strauss Living Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Author of six works of fiction including her most recent novel, The Burning Girl, she lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with her family.
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