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“But there is no Messiah of Sitka. Landsman has no home, no future, no fate but Bina. The land that he and she were promised was bounded only by the fringes of their wedding canopy, by the dog-eared corners of their cards of membership in an international fraternity whose members carry their patrimony in a tote bag, their world on the tip of the tongue.”

Quote by Michael Chabon

Work

The Yiddish Policemen's Union

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Author

Michael Chabon
Michael Chabon

Michael Chabon is an American author known for his rich imagination and unique narrative style. His works span various literary genres, including novels, short story collections, and children's literature. Chabon's notable works include 'The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay', 'The Yiddish Policemen's Union', and 'The Mysteries of Pittsburgh', which have won him widespread acclaim and numerous literary awards. more

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