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“On occasion I read Raymond Chandler although I have certain reservations about this author. Chandler, while obviously a master of his craft, makes overuse of simile, to my annoyance.”

Quote by Jack Vance

Book:This Is Me, Jack Vance!: Or, More Properly, This Is "I"

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This Is Me, Jack Vance!: Or, More Properly, This Is "I"

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Jack Vance, born on August 28, 1916, in Oakland, California, was a renowned science fiction and fantasy writer. His works, characterized by their unique literary style and rich imagination, have had a profound impact on the world of literature. more

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