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“I don't really think that writers, even great writers, are prophets, or sages, or Messiah-like figures; writing is a lonely, sedentary occupation and a touch of megalomania can be comforting around five on a November afternoon when you haven't seen anybody all day.”

Quote by Angela Carter

Book:Shaking a Leg: Journalism and Writings

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Shaking a Leg: Journalism and Writings

This book compiles a selection of journalistic pieces and written works, showcasing the author's range of interests and writing abilities across different subjects and formats. more

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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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