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ERNEST HEMINGWAY AND JAMES DEAN

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Postcards from the edge

By Danton Remoto | March 3, 2014 - 12:00am

When I was growing up in the 1980s it was the drag race: young men, boys really, stepping on the gas, hurtling their glossy...

Arts and Culture