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Motherless Brooklyn: A Novel

In this compelling novel, Lionel Essrog, a man with Tourette's syndrome, is a gifted investigator in the world of New York City's criminal underworld. After the death of his mother, he is taken under the wing of a mobster and becomes part of a team of detectives. As he delves deeper into a series of unsolved murders, Lionel must confront his own past and the secrets that have shaped his life. The novel is rich with period detail, vivid characters, and a unique narrative voice that captures the essence of the 1950s. more

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Jonathan Lethem
Jonathan Lethem

Jonathan Lethem is an American novelist known for his distinctive literary style and profound thematic explorations. His works often blend elements of science fiction, fantasy, and realism, delving into themes such as identity, memory, and urban culture. more

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