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“and beneath this wondrous sky the black valley, utterly still, the train moving through it making a great noise but unable to wake this dead world.”

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Train Dreams

Paul Chrisman, a solitary figure, spends his life working on trains, his dreams and aspirations mirroring the vastness of the American landscape. The novel is a meditation on the American Dream, the passage of time, and the enduring power of memory. more

Author

Denis Johnson
Denis Johnson

Denis Johnson is an American writer born on July 1, 1949. His works are known for their profound psychological insights and unique narrative style, having won numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize. more

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