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“Musicians add to songs and they evolve: For as was true of human effort, there was never advancement. Everything added meant something lost, and about as often as not the thing lost was preferable to the thing gained, so that over time we'd be lucky if we just broke even. Any thought otherwise was empty pride. p. 380”

Quote by Charles Frazier

Work

Cold Mountain

In this historical fiction, the protagonist, Inman, leaves his beloved Ada to fight in the Civil War. The story follows his perilous journey back to her, navigating the challenges of war-torn America and the changing landscape of his own life. more

Author

Charles Frazier
Charles Frazier

Charles Frazier, born on November 4, 1950, is a renowned American novelist. His works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound historical background, with his most notable novel being 'Cold Mountain'. more

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