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“He is small and hearty, like the impresario of a particularly energetic Soho eatery. She pictures something in obscure fusion food: peacock and tilapia dumplings.”

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Gnomon

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Nick Harkaway
Nick Harkaway

Nick Harkaway, born in 1972, is a talented British novelist known for his imaginative works, deep themes, and complex narrative structures. His novels often deal with technology, politics, and social issues, and have been well-received by readers. more

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