Winter 2009 • Vol. XXXI No. 1 FictionJanuary 1, 2009 |

All the Time

Excerpt from the novel All the Time Chapter One Agnes Scofield didn't know—nor would she have cared—that at the exact moment she lost her grip on her embattled fortitude and surrendered her common sense, the Mississippi River reached its lowest level in history farther south in Memphis, Tennessee. As did the Kokosing River, right there in Washburn, Ohio, making its sluggish progress past the industries that had grown up along its banks. Since early spring a drought overspread most of the country, extracting energy from every source available and causing extreme reactions on the part of all manner of species to otherwise perfectly ordinary events. Locally, however, no one gave much thought to the communal stress caused by prolonged drought conditions. It would be unseemly, in October, to complain about heat and light when generally the weather at that time of year would be shifting toward fall and the short, gray days and biting cold of winter. On Saturday, October

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Robb Forman Dew was born in Mount Vernon, Ohio, and grew up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. For the past thirty years she has lived in Williamstown, MA, where she lives with her husband, who is professor of history at Williams College. The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, Dew is the author of the novels Dale Loves Sophie to Death, for which she received the National Book Award; The Time of Her Life; Fortunate Lives; The Evidence Against Her; and, most recently, The Truth of the Matter; as well as a memoir, The Family Heart.

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