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“I don’t think about politics,” Rabbit says. “That’s one of my Goddam precious American rights, not to think about politics. I just don’t see why we’re supposed to walk down the street with our hands tied behind our back and let ourselves be blackjacked by every thug who says he has a revolution going. And it really burns me up to listen to hotshot crap-car salesmen dripping with Vitalis sitting on their plumped-up asses bitching about a country that’s been stuffing goodies into their mouth ever since they were born.”

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Book:Rabbit Redux
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Rabbit Redux

In this follow-up to 'Rabbit, Run', the protagonist Harry Angstrom is depicted in a later stage of his life, reflecting on his past and the changes that have occurred in his personal and societal landscape. The novel delves into the complexities of aging, the search for meaning, and the impact of societal shifts on individual lives. more

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John Updike
John Updike

John Updike was an American novelist known for his profound insights into middle-class life and his delicate narrative skills. His works spanned a wide range of genres from short stories to novels, including the classic 'Rabbit, Run' series and 'The Centaur'. more

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