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“I didn't get the impression that the policeman cared much about the whole thing either. After another thirty minutes of ruthless interrogation ('Can you ve'fy you eat banan' pancake?') he let me go asking me not to leave Khao San within 24 hours”

Quote by Alex Garland

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The Beach

This novel follows a young man's journey to a remote beach in Thailand, where he encounters a group of travelers living off the grid. The story delves into the complexities of human nature, the allure of the unknown, and the consequences of seeking an idealized life. more

Author

Alex Garland
Alex Garland

Alex Garland (born 1970) is a British novelist, screenwriter, and director. He gained fame with his debut novel 'The Beach' (1996), a bestseller adapted into a film. Garland later wrote screenplays for '28 Days Later' (2002) and 'Sunshine' (2007). In 2015, he directed 'Ex Machina', winning an Oscar for Best Visual Effects. His works explore themes of technology, humanity, and survival. more

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