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A mystery novel localizes the awesome force of the real death outside the book, winds it tightly in a plot.

Don DeLillo

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Don DeLillo
Age: 88
Born: 1936
Born: November 20
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New York City
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Don Delillo
Donald Richard DeLillo
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