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“Together they will spend a happy hour seated side by side..., while Ivy's tender hand guides Duffy's as he traces out laboriously, in pencil, over and over until he has them off pat, the magic letters of his name. More than the wedding itself, that little ceremony there under the lamp, all silent save for the soft scratching of graphite on paper, will mark the true beginning of their life together.”

Quote by John Banville

Work

The Infinities

This novel delves into complex themes of fate, love, and the afterlife through a series of interconnected stories set in an alternate universe. more

Author

John Banville
John Banville

John Banville, born on December 8, 1945, is an Irish novelist known for his unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights. His works have won numerous literary awards. more

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