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A Clockwork Orange

A novel set in a dystopian future where the protagonist, Alex, is a violent teenager. The story delves into the consequences of his actions and the societal implications of his transformation through an experimental conditioning procedure. more

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Anthony Burgess
Anthony Burgess

Anthony Burgess, born on February 25, 1917, in Manchester, England, was an accomplished British writer known for his distinctive literary style and profound insights into human psychology. His works spanned various literary genres, including novels, plays, and poetry. Burgess' most famous novel, A Clockwork Orange, is one of the most celebrated works of the 20th century, exploring themes such as free will, morality, and social control. more

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Book:City of Stairs
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