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“Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her, so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked.”

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Junot Diaz
Junot Diaz

Junot Díaz is a renowned American writer known for his magical realism style and profound social commentary. His works often focus on the lives of Dominican and Puerto Rican immigrants in the United States, particularly the roles of women in these communities. Díaz's debut novel, 'Drown,' won the National Book Award, and his second novel, 'The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao,' earned the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. more

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