We often associate literary prowess and dexterous word play with high culture, as if words and language are the exclusive playthings of honoured poets and classic writers, as if such prowess only belongs in the most refined circles. But what about the man in the street, the average Joe, the everyman…and women? Where is their literary champion to document their lives? The answer is simpler than you might think. The answer is …

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