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  • In 1949, when I was sixteen, I stumbled on Thomas Wolfe, who died at thirty-eight in 1938, and who made numerous adolescents aside from me devotees of literature for life

    Philip Roth
  • He had that flair for the extravagant and fantastic which has been an American characteristic from Irving and Poe to Dashiell Hammett

    F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • Wolfe wrote as one inspired. No one in his generation had his command of language, his passion, his energy

    New Yorker
  • The product of an immense exuberance, organic in its form, kinetic, and drenched with the love of life ... I rejoice over Mr. Wolfe

    Richard Aldington

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