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Essay heading: Ferrol Sams
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March 29, 2002 |
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“Sams told Bob Summer of Publishers Weekly that his novels are ‘autobiographical, although people who read them as straight autobiography and believe everything in them actually happened are mistaken.’” These novels include Run with the Horseman (1982), The Whisper of the River (1984), and When All the World Was Young (1991)... displayed 300 characters
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After writing the first two novels, Sams encountered writer’s block, and wrote a book consisting of short stories, and two books of nonfiction. The Widow’s Mite and Other Stories was a book full of short stories, with the title story based on a Biblical parable. Sams wrote two nonfiction books during this time, including The Passing: Perspectives of Rural America (1988), and Christmas Gift! (1989)... displayed next 300 characters
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