" The passionate mastering of documentary material is a bracing cure for the self-spiralings and unremitting inwardness that a long novel can inflict on a writer." -- Don DeLillo, "The Power of History" If you were a novelist and you sat down to write a story about what goes on behind the closed doors of a state institution for the criminally insane, not even the most imaginative of us would come up with the idea of opening with a variety show, where guards and inmates lock arms, swing pom-poms and belt out a chorus of "Strike Up the Band." If you were a novelist and not confined by the
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