"Some writers are belligerent about critics, some are sullen and hostile, but Max was just contemptuous. I’m sure he believed that all writers outranked all critics—well or badly, they actually do the deed which we only sit and carp about."
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Science fiction authors from the United StatesNovelists from the United StatesShort story writers from the United StatesPeople from Milwaukee
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Hey, Look at Me! (p. 206)
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Jack Finney
Walter Braden "Jack" Finney (born John Finney; October 2, 1911 – November 14, 1995) was an American author. His best-known works are science fiction and thrillers.
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