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“To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.”

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Book:The Magus
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The Magus

In this novel, a young man embarks on a transformative journey that challenges his understanding of the world and his own identity. The narrative delves into the complexities of human existence, philosophy, and the pursuit of knowledge. more

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John Fowles
John Fowles

John Fowles was an English novelist known for his unique narrative techniques and profound psychological insights. His works often explore themes of human nature, morality, and existentialism, with 'The French Lieutenant's Woman' and 'The Magus' being his most famous works. more

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