Don’t let creative writing students read this book

One of these is by Lydia Davis, acclaimed American writer. One is not. They are whole pieces, by the way, not extracts.

This morning I went into the park I often pass on my journeys to somewhere else. I can now say that I have been into this park and not always passed it by.

Now that I have been here for a little while, I can say with confidence that I have never been here before.

One of these accounts of a dream is by Lydia Davis. One is not.

I am a college girl. I tell a younger college girl, a dancer, that the sun is very low in the sky now. Its light must be filling the caves by the sea.

I am watching a man lift up the sails of a windmill in his bare hands. The sails catch the light and appear to be spinning.

One of these observations is by Lydia Davis.