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“F.R. Leavis's "eat up your broccoli" approach to fiction emphasises this junkfood/wholefood dichotomy. If reading a novel--for theeighteenth century reader, the most frivolous of diversions--did not, by the middle of the twentieth century, make you a better person in some way, then you might as well flush the offending volume down the toilet, which was by far the best place for the undigested excreta of dubious nourishment.”

Quote by Angela Carter

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Expletives Deleted: Selected Writings

This book is a compilation of various written works, curated to present a curated selection of content that has been sanitized of offensive language. The collection aims to provide readers with a diverse range of literary pieces, while ensuring that the content is suitable for a broader audience. more

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Angela Carter
Angela Carter

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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