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So many dramas turn on a word misunderstood, taken out of context, or meant for other ears—spoken in anger or illness or inebriation; faultily reported, maliciously omitted, or lost in translation—that a stoic silence might reasonably seem one’s best, or only, defense. But silence can be just as treacherous, Colm Tóibín suggests in BROOKLYN (Scribner, $25), a novel peppered with conversations like this:
“It’s so good to see you,” she said quietly to Patty.
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