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Hailed as “a writer of uncommon clarity” by the New Yorker, National Book Award finalist Allegra Goodman has dazzled readers with her acclaimed works of fiction, including such beloved bestsellers as The Family Markowitz and Kaaterskill Falls. Now she returns with a bracing new novel, at once an intricate mystery and a rich human drama set in the high-stakes atmosphere of a prestigious research institute in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Sandy Glass, a charismatic publicity-seeking oncologist, and Marion Mendelssohn, a pure, exacting scientist, are codirectors of a lab at the Philpott Institute dedicated to cancer research and desperately in need of a grant. Both mentors and supervisors of their young postdoctoral protégés, Glass and Mendelssohn demand dedication and obedience in a competitive environment where funding is scarce and results elusive. So when the experiments of Cliff Bannaker, a young postdoc in a rut, begin to work, the entire lab becomes giddy with newfound expectations. But Cliff’s rigorous colleague–and girlfriend–Robin Decker suspects the unthinkable: that his findings are fraudulent. As Robin makes her private doubts public and Cliff maintains his innocence, a life-changing controversy engulfs the lab and everyone in it.

With extraordinary insight, Allegra Goodman brilliantly explores the intricate mixture of workplace intrigue, scientific ardor, and the moral consequences of a rush to judgment. She has written an unforgettable novel.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780385336109
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/13/2007
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 1,072,315
Product dimensions: 5.18(w) x 8.24(h) x 0.86(d)
Age Range: 16 - 18 Years

About the Author

Allegra Goodman’s work has appeared in the New Yorker, Good Housekeeping, Slate, and the American Scholar. Named by the New Yorker as one of the twenty best writers under forty, she is also the recipient of a Whiting Award and the Salon magazine award for fiction. She lives with her family in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

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By Allegra Goodman

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Chapter One


All day the snow had been falling. Snow muffled every store and church; drifts erased streets and sidewalks. The punks at the new Harvard Square T stop had tramped off, bright as winter cardinals with their purple tufted hair and orange Mohawks. The sober Vietnam vet on Mass Ave had retreated to Au Bon Pain for coffee. Harvard Yard was quiet with snow. The undergraduates camping there for Harvard's divestment from South Africa had packed up their cardboard boxes, tents, and sleeping bags and begun building snow people. Cambridge schools were closed, but the Philpott Institute was open as usual. In the Mendelssohn-Glass lab, four postdocs and a couple of lab techs were working.

Two to a bench, like cooks crammed into a restaurant kitchen, the postdocs were extracting DNA in solution, examining cells, washing cells with chemicals, bursting cells open, changing cells forever by inserting new genetic material. They were operating sinks with foot pedals, measuring and moving solutions milliliter by milliliter with pipettes, their exacting eyedroppers. They were preparing liquids, ices, gels.

There was scarcely an inch of counter space. Lab benches were covered with ruled notebooks and plastic trays, some blue, some green, some red, each holding dozens of test tubes. Glass beakers stood above on shelves, each beaker filledwith red medium for growing cells. The glass beakers were foil topped, like milk bottles sealed for home delivery. Peeling walls and undercounter incubators were covered with postcards, yellowing Doonesbury cartoons, photographs from a long-ago lab picnic at Walden Pond. The laminar flow hood was shared, as was the good microscope. In 1985, the Philpott was famous, but it was full of old instruments. Dials and needle indicators looked like stereo components from the early sixties. The centrifuge, designed for spinning down cells in solution, was clunky as an ancient washing machine. There wasn't enough money to buy new equipment. There was scarcely enough to pay the postdocs.

On ordinary days, the researchers darted into and out of the lab to the common areas on the floor. The cold room, warm room, and stockroom were shared with the other third-floor labs, as was the small conference room with its cheap chrome and wood-grain furniture, good for meetings and naps. But this Friday no one left the lab, not even the lab techs, Aidan and Natalya. Gofers and factotums for the postdocs, these two belonged to a scientific service class, but no one dared treat them like servants. They were strong-willed and politically aware, attuned to every power struggle. They kept darting looks at each other, as if to say "It's time to go downstairs," but they delayed going to the animal facility for fear of missing something. The lab directors, Marion Mendelssohn and Sandy Glass, were meeting in the office down the hall. They had been conferring for half an hour, and this did not bode well. One of the postdocs was in trouble.

How bad was it? No one spoke. Prithwish kept his head down over a tray of plastic tubes, eyes almost level with the avocado plant he'd grown from seed. "My most successful experiment," he often said ruefully. Robin ducked out to look up and down the hall, then brushed past Feng as she hurried back inside. The black and white clock on the wall was ticking past three, but like the clocks in grade school, this one was always slow. Natalya glared at Aidan, as if to say "I went downstairs last time; it's really your turn now," but Aidan turned airily away. It might have been funny, but no one joked at the techs' pantomime.

"Cliff." Suddenly, Marion Mendelssohn was standing in the doorway. She stood there, fearsome, implacable, dark eyes glowering. "Could we have a word with you?" Cliff smiled tightly and shrugged, a desperate little show of nonchalance.

The others looked everywhere else, as their lab director led Cliff away to the office she shared with Sandy Glass.

Cliff's cheeks were already burning as he followed Marion down the corridor. At six foot three, he was more than a foot taller than Marion. Still, he was entirely in her power, and he dreaded what she and Glass were about to say. For years he'd been developing a variant of Respiratory Syncytial Virus and had dreamed of using his modified RSV to transform cancer cells into normal cells. His experiments were not working; Sandy and Marion had ordered him to give them up, and he had disobeyed.

The door closed behind him, and Cliff was standing in the tight, cluttered office.

"Now, Cliff," said Glass, "did we or did we not have a discussion about your continuing trials with RSV?"

Cliff stood silent.

"Maybe you don't remember our conversation," said Glass, smiling.

Cliff did remember, and he knew better than to smile back. Always cheerful, brimming with the irrepressible joy of his own intelligence, Sandy Glass smiled most when he was angry.

"I said you had to stop using RSV," Sandy reminded Cliff. "You said you understood."

Cliff nodded.

"We established RSV has some effect in vitro," Glass said. "Congratulations. You're on your way to curing cancer in a petri dish. But what have we established when we try injecting RSV into living mice?"

Cliff looked away.

"You've established nothing. You injected fifty-six mice with RSV, with no effect on tumors whatsoever. Therefore, Marion and I asked you to stop. We asked you nicely to move on. What did you do next?"

"I tried again," Cliff said, staring down at the floor.

"Yes, you did. You tried again."

"I'm sorry."

Sandy ignored this. "We told you to stop wasting resources on RSV."

"I didn't want to give up," Cliff said.

"Look, I realize RSV was your baby," Sandy said. "I realize this was two years' work developing the virus."

Two and a half years, Cliff amended silently.

"We understand you put your heart and soul into this project." Sandy glanced at Marion, who looked anything but understanding. "The point is, RSV does not work. And now, yet another set of experiments-against all advice, against our specific instructions. What were you thinking, Cliff? Don't say anything. Perseverance can be a valuable trait, particularly when you're right. But we see now that this third trial is showing every sign of failing spectacularly. No, don't apologize. Just tell us what you were thinking. Tell us your thoughts, because we really want to know."

Why had he tried twice more with the virus after it had failed? They were expecting an answer, but Cliff could not speak. The truth shamed him; it was so simple: he could not bear to jettison work that had taken so much time. The hours, the thousands of hours he'd spent, sickened him. How could he confess to that? The scientific method was precise and calibrated. A scientist was, by definition, impassive. He cut his losses and moved on to something else; he was exhausted, perhaps, but never defiant with exhaustion. A scientist did not allow emotion to govern his experiments.

And yet Cliff had been emotional and unrealistic about his work. He had behaved unprofessionally, taking his long shot again, and yet again. How could he explain that? There was only one reasonable explanation: he was not a scientist. This was what Mendelssohn and Glass were driving at.

"Did we or did we not agree," said Glass, "that you would end the wholesale extermination of our lab animals?"

"We don't have the money," said Mendelssohn, and she didn't mean funds for the mice themselves, which cost about fifteen dollars each, but the money for the infinite care the delicate animals required. "You'll recall we asked you to work with Robin."

"She could still use another pair of hands," Glass said, and Cliff hated him for that, and for the patronizing, slightly prurient tone in Glass's voice.

"I deserve my own project," Cliff said, raising his eyes.

"There is no such thing as your own project in this lab," Mendelssohn declared.

"Look, this is a team," Glass said, "and you need to pull your weight, not drag everyone else down with your personal flights of fancy."

Down the hall, in the lab, the others gathered like near relations at a funeral.

"They wouldn't fire him," Prithwish said loyally. He was Cliff's roommate, after all.

"They will not fire him," Feng agreed.

Natalya thought about this. "My feeling is Mendelssohn would not, but Glass would." She was Russian and had been a doctor herself, before coming to America. Natalya had never taken to Glass.

"They'll be arguing, then," said Prithwish.

"They'll let him stay," Aidan predicted, "and make him so miserable he'll leave by himself."

"He was miserable before," Prithwish pointed out, but the others hushed him. Cliff was coming back down the corridor.

Instantly his friends scattered, vanishing into the clutter of glassware and instruments like rabbits in the brush. All but Robin, who pulled at Cliff's sleeve. Silently they slipped into the adjoining stockroom, the lab's poisonous pharmacological pantry.

She closed the door behind her. "Are you all right?"

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes unusually bright. "I'm fine."

She drew closer, but he turned away.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," he said. "They've already tried to pawn me off on you."

"They suggested that you work with me?"

"Six months ago, but I said no."

She was surprised, and hurt. "You never told me that."

"What was the point? I didn't want to work on your stuff."

She folded her arms. "What's wrong with my stuff?"

"Nothing!" he lied.

She had spent five years working on what had once been considered a dazzling project, an analysis of frozen samples of blood, collected over the years from cancer patients who had died of various forms of the disease. Sandy Glass had been convinced that somewhere in these samples was a common marker, a significant tag that would suddenly reveal a unifying syndrome underlying his patients' tragic and diverse conditions. Glass had presented the project to Robin in her first year with a flourish, as if he were bestowing upon her a great gift. He'd told Robin he was convinced there was a Nobel Prize in this work; that this above all was the research he himself had hoped to do if his clinical duties had allowed. Then, having bestowed his blood collection along with a great deal of disorganized documentation about each donor's illness and death, he'd left her to work alone.

He'd chosen her for her fierce intelligence, her passion for discovery, her ambition-and, of course, Glass had always liked a beautiful postdoc. Robin's eyes were a warm brown, brilliant under pale lashes, her blond hair silken, although she tied it back unceremoniously with any old rubber band she happened to find. Her features were delicate and easily flushed, her teeth were small and almost, but not quite, straight. On the upper right side, one tooth overlapped another slightly, like a page turned down in a book. With her fine eyes and shining hair, she'd always seemed to Cliff like a girl out of a fairy tale. Still, even she could not spin Glass's dross into gold.

"So there's nothing wrong with my work, but it's not good enough for you," she challenged Cliff.

"No, I didn't say that."

"That's what you were thinking."

"Look, if I ever thought that, I'm sorry. Just, please . . ."

Gravely, she turned on him. "But you aren't sorry."


"I just thought . . ." she began.

"Don't think anything. Just leave me alone."

He strode back through the lab and out into the hall. How could Robin expect him to talk to her? What did she want from him? To beg her to let him work on her dismal black hole of a project? To break down sobbing on her shoulder so she could comfort him? He still heard the humorous disdain in Glass's voice. He saw the hard disappointment in Mendelssohn's eyes. They had not ordered him to leave; they'd even allowed that he might stay, but they had made him suffer. They had held up the evidence of his disobedience and failure, then tossed whatever scrap of a scientist he'd been upon the garbage heap and all but called out "Next!" There was Prithwish coming after him down the corridor. Cliff was not going to suffer his condolences. He escaped into the stairwell and bolted down the stairs.

Outside the institute, the snow had stopped. The December sun was setting, and the world was strangely still. He'd run down four flights of stairs, and stood for a moment, breathing hard. Then he caught his breath and his anger flared again. He kicked his way through the snow, mouthing retorts. Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?

He walked without noticing distance or direction. Startled, he saw a red neon sign, LIBBY'S IQUORS, and realized he was in Central Square. A bus swept past, but there were scarcely any cars on the road. Stores were closed, and clean snow blew over the empty taxi stands. All alone, Cliff walked on.

He walked over a mile, as far as MIT, and then turned around and started back again past shuttered Victorian factories converted into warehouses, redbrick ramparts lowering in the shadows of taller office buildings. He thought about calling his parents, but what could they say to him? They owned a stationery store in West Los Angeles. They'd always encouraged Cliff. He'd attended University High School, gone to science camp in summers, practiced triangulation on sunbaked tennis courts, built his own weather station, cooked homemade versions of Silly Putty, toothpaste, and glue. His parents had paid for chemistry sets, and student microscopes, and even Stanford. They were well educated; both had gone to college, but Cliff was the first person in his family to earn a PhD. His parents knew nothing about bench work or lab politics. He thought of his thesis advisor, now dead. What would Professor Oppenheimer have said? He'd have laughed, of course, showing off his yellow teeth. He'd say, "What do you expect? You don't listen to the lab director, you get busted. You screw around with someone in the lab; of course you're gonna end up fighting later. You get what you deserve. How many times do I have to tell you? Don't shit where you eat."

His hands were cold, even in his pockets. He walked and walked up Mass Ave, and then along the Charles River, and his heart began to calm.


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Reading Group Guide

Hailed as "a writer of uncommon clarity" by the New Yorker, National Book Award finalist Allegra Goodman has for years delighted reading groups with her fiction, including such beloved bestsellers as The Family Markowitz and Kaaterskill Falls. Set in the high-stakes atmosphere of a prestigious research institute in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Intuition combines the vivid character portrayals and deeply human situations that have won Goodman high acclaim, and elements of a mystery add to the intrigue of this alluring drama.

Sandy Glass, a charismatic publicity-seeking oncologist, and Marion Mendelssohn, a pure, exacting scientist, are codirectors of a lab dedicated to cancer research but desperately in need of grants. When a key to the cure seems to have been discovered by Cliff Bannaker, their young postdoc protégé, the entire lab becomes giddy with newfound expectations. But Cliff's rigorous colleague (and girlfriend) Robin Decker suspects the unthinkable: that his findings are fraudulent. As Robin makes her private doubts public and Cliff maintains his innocence, a life-changing controversy engulfs the lab and everyone in it. Illuminating the motivations and inner lives of each player in the controversy, Goodman explores the elusive quests that haunt us all.

The questions, discussion topics, and author biography that follow are intended to enhance your reading of Allegra Goodman's Intuition. We hope they will enrich your experience of this dazzling novel.

1. The word "intuition" means something different to each reader: it has positive and negative connotations. Is it an apt title? A great title? What role does intuition play in the novel and which characters display it? How?

2. Goodman's novel is set in the mid-1980s, and is rich with details that make it of that time. What did this backdrop add to the story? What might have changed if the action had been contemporary?

3. Are there any parallels between love and science as both play out in Intuition? What do Robin and Cliff discover about the experiment of their relationship as it unravels in Part III of the novel?

4. Near the end of Chapter Eight, Part IV, Goodman writes: "Robin's case against Cliff might as well have been a case against the status quo, an argument against the natural bumps and jolts of the creative process." What do you think of this statement, both as it relates to the action of the novel and as a theme? What is "the status quo" in a creative process? What influence did a place like the Philpott have on this process? Is there a place for creativity in empirical research?

5. Sandy is a charismatic character. Discuss your reaction to him in various modes: as a care provider with his patients; as a parent and spouse; as the public face of the Philpott. Are there conflicts? Is he likeable? Is he moral? What does your intuition tell you about his fate? Discuss his penchant for “useful” careers–what do you see for his children?

6. Sandy and Marion are "de facto" parents at the Philpott. How does their professional relationship mirror their personal lives (or not)?

7. Given the information the novel relates, were the media or ORIS capable of determining the truth about R-7? Why? What did you think?

8. Kate gives Cliff a novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray. How and why is this revelatory and appropriate? What does it tell you about Kate as much as it does about Cliff?

9. Goodman's novels, including the National Book Award-nominated Kaaterskill Falls, bring readers into otherwise closed worlds. What makes this work for you? Did you feel the pressure-cooker atmosphere of the research world, and the subsequent "celebrity" of the teams and how it changed their lives? How is this achieved by Ms. Goodman?

10. What does Marion discover she needs? Where will it come from? Who will provide it? Do you feel she's been betrayed? Why or why not?

11. What will the investigation prove? What did Cliff do? What did Robin achieve?

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Intuition 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was so looking forward to reading 'Intuition,' as I had heard great reviews for it and had loved Goodman's 'Paradise Park.' Unfortunately, the story, for me, never really took off. It was as if all the pieces of a fantastic novel were there, but the heart and empathy for the characters were not. What had so impressed me about 'Paradise Park' was Goodman's ability to make me as a reader care about a protagonist who was so flighty and neurotic. But the 'Intuition' characters, who were more relatable on the surface, lacked heart and warranted little interest from this reader.
bookappeal on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Goodman explores the environment of a research lab studying potential cures for cancer through four different characters' points of view - the scientist whose experiments are finally showing results and 3 other scientists involved in different ways in the lab.Raises interesting questions about scientific research and Goodman's style of subtly changing points of view is effective in a book where the truth is not necessarily exact. But the characters are hard to like or respect and Goodman once again inserts unnecessary detail. At least, this time, the Jewish detail is pertinent to character development.
she_climber on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Got half way through the book and nothing of any signifigance had happened yet - just seemed like a year in the life of a science lab. No real direction nothing to keep the reader moving forward - except hoping that something will happen. Don't think I would have read as much as I did if it weren't a book club selection. My feelings about the book were echo'd by the others in the group.
SqueakyChu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Life in a research lab may not seem the kind of subject that would be good for a novel, but Allegra Goodman does a terrific job with this story. In charge of a lab doing oncology research are Marion Mendelssohn, a strict and methodical researcher, and Sandy Glass, an oncologist of reknown and a go-getter. These two end up in a most difficult situation when the validity of the research being done within their lab comes under scrutiny.What really shines in this novel are the relationships that develop and break during the course of the research. All of the characters in this story work very closely together. It¿s interesting to see how stress affects them all. It¿s also fascinating to see how the author develops her characters in reaction to this stress. What are the boundaries of research? Who can question the validity of research results? Who are those of the greatest integrity within a lab setting? If such questions haunt you, you¿ll find much to like in this fine novel.
Citizenjoyce on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don't know if Allegra Goodman wanted to reference the Anita Hill - Clarence Thomas trial in this book, but it felt that way to me. This is a story of scientific research from all sides, medical, scientific, ethical, academical, gender-related, political, feudal, and ego boosting. I thought her ability to incorporate so many different sides of the issue was masterful, and the ending perfect with tendrils snaking out from all directions.
alanna1122 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Wow.First. Why haven't I ever read anything by Allegra Goodman before? Second. Boy, was this a good book. By far the best I have read all year maybe even the past two or three years. That is saying a lot since this book has scene after scene of graphic experiments with mice. I generally would *never* read a book that contained this kind of subject matter. I find it so upsetting - but this book was so compelling I just couldn't put it down - even though I really didn't know if I would make it through all those scenes. (for sensitive readers like myself - it does get better - after the first couple of sections there is much less time spent with the mice.)The plot was complex and compelling. It read almost like a thriller for me. Her characters are so well drawn and complicated. It is frosting on the cake for me that the setting of the book was local (Cambridge, MA ). As I read, I kept thinking that it would make a fabulous movie - then I thought... no... a masterpiece theater mini-series would be even better... it would allow the time for the story to really unfold at the pace it does in the novel.Anyway - I was blown away by this book - I am even more excited to read something else by Goodman... I fully expect that in the next book if I am spared the animal experiments - I will be even more excited (if that is possible) about her writing.
aliciamalia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was doomed from the beginning. It's a legal thriller, of sorts, packed with sexual harassment, workplace drama, mistaken love affairs, and emotional drama. Goodman clearly understands the office politics of the environment she's describing. It's just that the environment is so boring. Seriously - who wants to read about the day-to-day squabbles of 15 medical researchers? Working with mice? Nice try, but it doesn't work.
miriamparker on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A bothersome academic novel about a lab and some research gone awry. The thing is full of irritating point of view shifts that were constantly jarring to me and made me hate the book. It might have been interesting...but I couldn't tell because I was so busy listening to what everyone thought about everything. You know what: I don't care. Just tell me a story, don't clutter it up with lots of character opinions. Blech.
claudiabowman on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was a pretty good read. Almost uncomfortable in places if you've ever worked in an experimental lab. I would certainly recommend this one.
lazybee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Intuition is a character-driven story about the culture of scientific researchers. The story focuses on a group of researchers at the Philpot Institute, an undistinguished oncology lab in danger of losing its funding. When Cliff, a postdoc who had failed to live up to his promise, starts getting promising results from his anti-cancer virus, the lab director rushes to promote his work as a major breakthrough. But Robin, Cliff's co-worker and girlfriend, resents his success and begins to believe that in his desire for success he has compromised the integrity of his research.It's an interesting look at the way personal dynamics and professional rivalry shape what should be objective research. I liked the complexity of the characters, and the fact that their motives are not straightforward or oversimplified. Overall, I really enjoyed it and found it an interesting and thought-provoking read.
harveywals on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A very compelling read, couldn't put it down. Interesting look at cancer research and its politics. Complex, fascinating characters.
owenre on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was a lovely read and as a person with a science background, I felt I could connect with everyone, including people who want a result so badly that they will shave corners. I could connect and understand even though I loathe them.
aahlvers on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Intuition by Allegra Goodman, is a lovely novel set in the world of scientific research. In this world a scientific breakthrough can produce years of funding for entire labs. When postdoc Cliff starts to record promising results for a new cancer virus, the entire lab is impacted. As one lab director rushes to publicized the results, others council caution. When another researcher starts to question the results the lab "family" begins to disintegrate.
bobbieharv on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
About possible fraud in a cancer lab - writing a little too expository for me.
plenilune on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Goodman is a gifted author with a knack for creating nuanced, realistic characters. This novel of scientists' dreams and their relationships with each other and their families is told from the perspective of at least a dozen such characters. While each different point-of-view adds a unique flavor to the narrative, I found the transitions jumpy and too frequent. This book would have benefitted from more emphasis on the major players in the plot, rather than those on the periphery of the action.I had eagerly anticipated reading this book and once finished reading it felt rather nonplussed. This was partly due to the hype surrounding it (particularly in Boston, due to its local setting and the fact that the author is a local) but also due the distracting skipping amongst both major and lesser characters. I still would recommend this book for those who enjoy their fiction with a scientific bent, and those familiar with Boston and Cambridge will get a kick out of all of the places mentioned. Ultimately, though, I enjoyed Goodman's Kaaterskill Falls more and would recommend that book more than this one.
ctait17 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
research at a college, people possibly faking resultsdidn't really care about characters - thought subject would be more interesting
OregonElla on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The author has provides an intimate examination of how each character's personality and intellect blend to guide their individual actions. She provides a plausible plot for how the individual actions blend to form an event beyond anyone's control. An interesting look at the connection between "science" and the "money" that funds the science.
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CAHunt More than 1 year ago
This book was intriguing and kept your attention throughout. I felt very connected to all the characters. This is the second book of Allegra Goodman's I have read. I now count this author one of my favorites.
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