TITLE

Subtle Anomalies at Play

AUTHOR(S)
Frank, Rebecca Morgan
PUB. DATE
December 2010
SOURCE
Gulf Coast: A Journal of Literature & Fine Arts;Winter/Spring2011, Vol. 23 Issue 1, p257
SOURCE TYPE
Review
DOC. TYPE
Book Review
ABSTRACT
Reviews the book "0°, 0°," by Amit Majmudar.
ACCESSION #
55770750

 

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