Initially, on account of Coetzee's gloomy outlook, I expressed my aversion to Youth, a volume of J.M. Coetzee's autobiographical fiction, of which there are three; but in hindsight, seeing as how the reader can't and shouldn't expect the writer to be anything less than 100 percent faithful to his emotional reality (how can we blame a writer for what he feels?) I can't help but be wholly impressed with Youth. Which is to say, it may not be long before I've read the whole of Coetzee's oeuvre, Youth being my first Coetzee.
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