Nonfiction | March 01, 1985
Lies, Libels, and the Truth of Fiction
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All literature is scrap art, manufactured out of old sights, sounds, conversations, rumors, memories, visions, which are smelted down and recycled, or cut into patterns and stitched together, or simply relabeled like old bottles, retaining their original shapes but wearing new names and containing different potions.
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