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“Too Clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was "digitization" which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh. Film, photography, music: dead. "An aesthetic holocaust!”

Quote by Jennifer Egan

Work

A Visit From the Goon Squad

A Visit From the Goon Squad is a novel that delves into the lives of individuals whose paths cross in the music industry. The narrative is structured as a series of interwoven stories, each focusing on different characters and their experiences over time. The book spans various decades and locations, reflecting the evolution of the music scene and the lives of those involved. more

Author

Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Egan

Jennifer Egan is a renowned American novelist, born on September 7, 1962. Her works are known for their unique narrative techniques and profound insights into modern life. Egan has won numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for 'A Visit from the Goon Squad' in 2011. more

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