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Ragtime, The March, and Homer & Langley: Three Bestselling Novels

Ragtime delves into the early 20th century, weaving together the lives of a Jewish immigrant family, a black musician, and a white aristocrat. The March follows the journey of a Union soldier during the Civil War. Homer & Langley presents the story of two brothers living in New York City during the early 20th century, their lives untouched by the outside world. more

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E. L. Doctorow
E. L. Doctorow

E. L. Doctorow was an American author renowned for his historical novels. His works often use the backdrop of American history to delve into the complexities of human nature. Born on January 6, 1931, Doctorow passed away on July 21, 2015. more

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