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My first meeting with George Saunders took place in his home of ten years, a ranch house in the Catskills. The house stood on fifteen acres of hilly woods, crisscrossed by narrow paths that he and his wife, the novelist Paula Saunders, had cleared o
“The American novel is … a conquest of the frontier; as it describes our experience, it creates it.”


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