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I am a writer, teacher, and scholar. Christopher Lirette is a writer and scholar living in Atlanta, Georgia. He is a Visiting Assistant Professor at Oxford College of Emory University, teaching in American Studies and English. His doctoral research focused on the personal, historical, political, and lyric aspects of the decline of the Louisiana shrimp fishery in a world of global capital and communication.
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