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"April is the cruellest month," wrote T.S. Eliot in his inscrutable modernist masterpiece "The Waste Land." (Personally, I've always preferred "Preludes.") New Orleanians probably disagree ? April means festival season, gleeful crawfish gluttony and those last nice sunshiny days before humidity turns the city into the interior of an unplugged refrigerator for six months.

If you can squeeze a reading or two onto your crowded festival calendar, here are a few picks for literary happenings around town.

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