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How to Write a Sentence - And How to Read One - cover

How to Write a Sentence - And How to Read One

Stanley Fish

Publisher: HarperCollins e-books

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“Like a long periodic sentence, this book rumbles along, gathers steam, shifts gears, and packs a wallop.” —Roy Blount Jr.  “Language lovers will flock to this homage to great writing.”—Booklist  
Outspoken New York Times columnist Stanley Fish offers an entertaining, erudite analysis of language and rhetoric in this delightful celebration of the written word. Drawing on a wide range of  great writers, from Philip Roth to Antonin Scalia to Jane Austen and beyond, Fish’s How to Write a Sentence is much more than a writing manual—it is a penetrating exploration into the art and craft of sentences.

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