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    <![CDATA[Hugh arose and stood in the moonlight in the cabbage field, his arms still going stiffly up and down. The great length of his figure and his arms was accentuated by the wavering uncertain light. The laborers, aware of some strange presence, sprang to their feet and stood listening and looking. Hugh advanced toward them, still muttering words and waving his arms. Terror took hold of the workers. One of the woman plant droppers screamed and ran away across the field, and the others ran crying at her heels. &quot;Don't do it. Go away,&quot; the older of the French boys shouted, and then he with his brothers also ran.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[You know how on the shabbier side of town with all the check-cashing places and nail salons there's always some really old dude wearing overalls without a shirt, smelling of mentholated ointments and moth balls, and sitting in his screened-in back porch bemoaning the decline of western civilization?...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/54752819">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Hugh arose and stood in the moonlight in the cabbage field, his arms still going stiffly up and down. The great length of his figure and his arms was accentuated by the wavering uncertain light. The laborers, aware of some strange presence, sprang to their feet and stood listening and looking. Hugh advanced toward them, still muttering words and waving his arms. Terror took hold of the workers. One of the woman plant droppers screamed and ran away across the field, and the others ran crying at her heels. &quot;Don't do it. Go away,&quot; the older of the French boys shouted, and then he with his brothers also ran.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[This book reminded me of the grapes of wrath...like it could be a midwestern prequel to that.  It's about a socially awkward, isolated guy who has a gift with math and mechanical reckoning...which shows that our progress from agriculturalism to industrialism was headed by unnatural, isolated people ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/71188713">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Novel from the early 20th Century American writer, considered to have had a profound influence on American fiction.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Begins similar to Huck Finn, but set later during America's industrialization.  The language is clear and the story melodramatic.  The style reminds me a little of Ayn Rand.  <br/><br/>A recurring theme in the story is how different characters define what it means to be a man.  It is as if the cha...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/69767469">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Hugh arose and stood in the moonlight in the cabbage field, his arms still going stiffly up and down. The great length of his figure and his arms was accentuated by the wavering uncertain light. The laborers, aware of some strange presence, sprang to their feet and stood listening and looking. Hugh advanced toward them, still muttering words and waving his arms. Terror took hold of the workers. One of the woman plant droppers screamed and ran away across the field, and the others ran crying at her heels. &quot;Don't do it. Go away,&quot; the older of the French boys shouted, and then he with his brothers also ran.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[First published in 1920, it seems dated today, and I found that even if I flipped the pages from time to time I wouldn't lose any of the story line.  Its about a young man who is urged by parent-like figures to work hard and treat life seriously.  He subsequently leaves a job at a railroad station, ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34473062">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Hugh arose and stood in the moonlight in the cabbage field, his arms still going stiffly up and down. The great length of his figure and his arms was accentuated by the wavering uncertain light. The laborers, aware of some strange presence, sprang to their feet and stood listening and looking. Hugh advanced toward them, still muttering words and waving his arms. Terror took hold of the workers. One of the woman plant droppers screamed and ran away across the field, and the others ran crying at her heels. &quot;Don't do it. Go away,&quot; the older of the French boys shouted, and then he with his brothers also ran.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Anderson has always been difficult for me to describe.  His books have this strange tone that uncover this layer of mystery that I start to see in real life.  Everything seems unknown and life more beautiful as a result.  Almost opposite in Tolstoy.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Nothing quite like it has ever been done in America. . . .  It is so vivid, so full of insight, so shiningly life-like and glowing, that the book is lifted into a category all its own,&quot; wrote H.L. Mencken, speaking of Anderson's <em>Winesburg, Ohio</em>. Anderson, he said, is &quot;America's Most Distinctive Novelist.&quot;<p>  <em>Poor White</em>, which Anderson wrote in 1920, explores the spiritual and emotional sterility of a success-oriented machine age. Like all of Anderson's tales, it's an important social commentary, and not to be overlooked.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[As i always think about books written by American writers, about America around the times this was written, I thought it would be boring. But again i start to find this book quite interesting and find it harder to put down the more i read it.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Hugh arose and stood in the moonlight in the cabbage field, his arms still going stiffly up and down. The great length of his figure and his arms was accentuated by the wavering uncertain light. The laborers, aware of some strange presence, sprang to their feet and stood listening and looking. Hugh advanced toward them, still muttering words and waving his arms. Terror took hold of the workers. One of the woman plant droppers screamed and ran away across the field, and the others ran crying at her heels. &quot;Don't do it. Go away,&quot; the older of the French boys shouted, and then he with his brothers also ran.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Huckleberry Finn revisited in the north of United States.<br/>Better than Mark Twain.]]></body>
    
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