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But back on track. Algren is amazing at keeping his poetry flying high above what other authors could ever hope for, but then Algren's voice becomes tired, his prose more and more stretched until there's nothing left of the energy you find in the beginning. But you the reader are not upset. No! You knew it was coming and that that speed could not be kept indefinitely. You can not really put blame on the one who gave you such a wild ride.
Basking in the afterglow of a perfect read (which happen to take place on a train),
I couldn’t help put look at the city all around me. Algren knew he struck gold when it came to