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“You can keep nothing safe from our eyes and ears. This is your own history. We are your most perilous and dutiful brethren, the song of our hearts at once furious and sad. For only you could grant me these lyrical modes. I call them back to you. Here is the sole talent I ever dared nurture. Here is all of my American education.”

Quote by Chang-Rae Lee

Work

Native Speaker

In this thought-provoking novel, the protagonist navigates the challenges of being a non-native English speaker in a country where language is a powerful tool for social and cultural integration. more

Author

Chang-Rae Lee
Chang-Rae Lee

Chang-Rae Lee, born on July 29, 1965, is a renowned American novelist. His works focus on American society and culture, particularly exploring themes of race, identity, and class. Lee's unique writing style has won him a wide audience. more

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