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By Joseph McElroy

"Move over, Pynchon—the 83-year-old Joseph McElroy is as artistic as ever, and this time he is taking at the Iraq War." —Tom LeClair, The day-by-day Beast

"Since 1966, McElroy's novels have astonished and extremely joyful through their superb wit, intelligence, and style."—Washington submit publication World

"McElroy is rightly in comparison with Gaddis and Pynchon."—Harper's Magazine

Written in a voice of ardour, caution, and awakening, Joseph McElroy's 9th novel, Cannonball, takes us to struggle we by no means understood and feature part forgotten upheld via an unearthed new testomony and framed by means of the yank aggressive psyche; but constantly again to a California kinfolk, a daring intimacy among brother and sister, and a narrative of 2 springboard divers and their varied fates.

Joseph McElroy is the recipient of the Award in Literature from the yank Academy of Arts and Letters and fellowships from the Guggenheim, Rockefeller, and Ingram Merrill foundations, in addition to the NEA. He lives in ny City.

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