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The luxury of being half-asleep, exploring the fringes of psychosis in safety.

Ian Mcewan

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Ian Mcewan
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: June 21
Author
Film Producer
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Belfast
Ireland
Half
Fringes
Psychosis
Fringe
Asleep
Exploring
Luxury
Safety

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