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    <![CDATA[Too Loud a Solitude]]>
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    <![CDATA[&lt;div&gt;Hantá rescues books from the jaws of his compacting press and carries them home. Hrabal, whom Milan Kundera calls &#8220;our very best writer today,&#8221; celebrates the power and the indestructibility of the written word. Translated by Michael Henry Heim.<br/>&lt;/div&gt;]]>
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  <read_at>Sun Jul 01 00:00:00 -0700 2007</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[This book was beautiful.  I loved the run-on sentences, the asides about rat wars and old girlfriends and rotting paper, and the tragedy of a life squandered in simple fulfillment. A quick read, and well worth it.]]></body>
    
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