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“Do you know how hard it is to make a home?... That's something that a woman does from inside herself. You do it in the face of all sorts of opposition. Husbands are very appreciative when it works out well. But they're not that anxious to help. It's understandable. They don't know how.”

Quote by Samuel R. Delany

Work

Dhalgren

Dhalgren is a novel that explores themes of chaos, identity, and the human condition within a fictional, post-apocalyptic city. The story is characterized by its fragmented and nonlinear narrative style, which has been both praised and criticized for its difficulty to follow. The novel is considered a classic of postmodern literature and has influenced many works in the genre. more

Author

Samuel R. Delany
Samuel R. Delany

Samuel R. Delany is an American author renowned for his science fiction and fantasy novels. His works are celebrated for their complex narrative structures, profound social commentary, and exploration of gender. Born on April 1, 1942, Delany's writing career spans several decades, and he has had a significant impact on contemporary literature. more

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