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“If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn't give way to whatever came after. If. If. Fat chance. Summer on Dean Street had lasted one day and that day was over, it was dark out, had been for hours. The Williamsburg Savings Bank tower clock read nine-thirty in red-and-blue neon. Final score, a million to nothing. The million-dollar kid. Your school wasn't on fire, you were.”

Quote by Jonathan Lethem

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The Fortress of Solitude

The book is a fictional narrative that intertwines the protagonist's personal experiences with the broader cultural and historical context of the city, offering a rich tapestry of urban life and its impact on individual development. 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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