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“Up the coast of the New World, the ship bearing ten million bananas ground out its course, every minute the waste heaving brokenly around it more brilliant as the moon rose off the starboard bow and moved into the sky with effortless guile , unashamed of the stigmata blemishing the face she showed from the frozen fogs of the Grand Banks to the jungles of Brazil where along the Rio Branco they knew her for a girl who loved her brother the sun; and the sun, suspicious, trapped her in her evil passion by drawing a blackened hand across her face, leaving the marks which betrayed her and betray her still.”

Quote by William Gaddis

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The Recognitions

A complex and philosophical novel that delves into the world of art forgers and the religious movements of the early 20th century. more

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William Gaddis
William Gaddis

William Gaddis was an American novelist known for his complex narrative structures and profound philosophical insights. His works often explore the complexities of modern society and the conflicts between individuals and society. Gaddis's style is unique, often using extensive footnotes and references to provide readers with rich background information. more

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