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By Claire Messud
The Emperor’s Children is a richly drawn, brilliantly saw novel of destiny and fortune—about the intersections within the lives of 3 neighbors, now at the cusp in their thirties, making their way--and not-- in ny urban. In this tour de strength, the distinguished writer Claire Messud brings to existence a urban, a new release, and how we are living during this second.
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