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“As for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad’s last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something. Dad would have known.”

Quote by Jonathan Safran Foer

Work

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel

This novel delves into the emotional journey of a young boy who grapples with his father's sudden death in the tragic events of September 11, 2001. Through his quest to understand the world and the legacy of his father, the story explores themes of grief, memory, and the human capacity to heal. more

Author

Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer

Jonathan Safran Foer is an American writer known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. His works often blend historical, literary, and philosophical elements, exploring themes such as family, memory, and identity. more

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