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“Δεν τον είχα φιλήσει αλλά ήξερα ότι θα γινόταν κι αυτό, και το ήξερε ότι το ήξερα, και υπήρχε κάτι σαν αμοιβαία χαρά σε τούτη την ολίσθηση προς το αναπόδραστο, κι ας μην ήξερα το όνομά του ή αν ο,τιδήποτε από όσα έλεγε ήταν αλήθεια.”

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Book:The Flamethrowers
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The Flamethrowers

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Rachel Kushner
Rachel Kushner

Rachel Kushner (b. 1968) is an acclaimed American novelist, essayist, and short story writer. Her notable works include Telex from Cuba, The Flamethrowers, and The Mars Room. Known for her historical depth, complex narratives, and sharp cultural critique, Kushner explores American history, politics, and identity through richly layered prose. Her novel The Mars Room was a finalist for the 2018 Booker Prize and Pulitzer Prize. more

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