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“Animals had returned to what was left of the forest...clusters of orange butterflies exploded off the blackish purple piles of bear sign and winked and fluttered magically like leaves without trees. More bears than people traveled the muddy road, leaving tracks straight up and down the middle of it...”

Quote by Denis Johnson

Work

Train Dreams

Paul Chrisman, a solitary figure, spends his life working on trains, his dreams and aspirations mirroring the vastness of the American landscape. The novel is a meditation on the American Dream, the passage of time, and the enduring power of memory. more

Author

Denis Johnson
Denis Johnson

Denis Johnson is an American writer born on July 1, 1949. His works are known for their profound psychological insights and unique narrative style, having won numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize. more

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