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“In our imaginations the adults of our childhood remain extreme, essential - we might say radical since they are the roots that fed luxuriant later systems. Those first bohemians, for instance, stay operatic in memory even though were we to meet them today - well, what would we think, we who've elaborated our eccentricities with a patience, a professionalism they never knew?”

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Edmund White
Edmund White

Edmund White, an American novelist born on January 13, 1940, is known for his delicate prose and profound emotional descriptions. His works cover a wide range of themes, including homosexuality, history, and literature. more

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