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“When Qaddafi took my father,” Hisham Matar writes in the long-awaited nonfiction account of his father’s disappearance, “he placed me in a space not much bigger than the cell Father was in. I paced back and forth, anger in one direction, hatred in the other, until I could feel my insides grow small and hard.”
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