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    <body><![CDATA[The book I actually read was Too Far From Home, a selected works of Paul Bowles. This &quot;selected stories&quot; the closest to what Goodreads could provide, which again exposes a shortcoming on this provider's classification system. That being said, I'm giving this book 5 stars because I'm sure h...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/57967598">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[About halfway through this short story collection, the roots of Paul Bowles's brilliance hit me: He always knows right from the beginning what he wants to say with a story. Or, maybe it's more accurate to say that when he encounters or imagines a story, he unerringly understands what that story has ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/40043190">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Bowles is dry and mean as bone; these stories are extraordinary, and upsetting, and really pretty amazing. &quot;Pages from Cold Point&quot; is, hands down, the most upsetting story I've ever read. In a fiction workshop back in NYC, I brought it to class when it was my week to choose the selection. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[One of the great and often overlooked American writers, particularly of short stories. Bowles spent most of his adult life outside the United States, much of it in Muslim north Africa, and many of these tales depict the clash of the western &quot;colonial&quot; with the native cultures of Africa and...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/37133682">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[BELIEVE IT OR NOT, WHEN THE PROFESSOR STOOD AT THE EGDE OF THE PRECIPICE,LISTENED INTENTLY LIKE A CHILD,I FELT THAT A GUST OF WIND EVEN BLEW THROUGH MY HAIR.<br/><br/>AWESOME ANTHOR WHO COULD BRING TALE INTO LIFE IS ONE OF MY FOVOURITE WRITERS.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Some awesome bizarro stories in this collection. If you can figure out what happens between father and son in the bed scene in 'Pages from Cold Point,' please let me know. Does what I think happens, happen? ]]></body>
    
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