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Angela Carter
Angela Carter

Angela Carter was an English novelist, short story writer, and literary critic. She is recognized for her imaginative and surreal narratives, frequently incorporating elements of fantasy, folklore, and Gothic literature. Carter's writing is celebrated for its intricate prose and exploration of themes like gender, class, and identity. more

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