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I'm sorry to say that far worse things have happened and the literature of the Holocaust is a witness to the capacity of the novel as a form.

Ian Mcewan

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Ian Mcewan
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: June 21
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Film Producer
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Belfast
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