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| | The New Yorker: The Critics: Books (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-05) |
 | | Agee wanted to make a connection with the families, and to be liked by them in return, but he didn’t want to swamp the farmers with sympathy—their pride wouldn’t endure it. |
 | | Agee’s stepfather paid his tuition and sent him a check now and then, but at Harvard, then still a place for the wealthy and the wellborn, he was one of the poorer boys. |
 | | Agee was grateful when his friend Dwight Macdonald, a writer at Fortune, got him a job there, in 1932, and he quickly joined the literary-journalistic life of New York, living modestly in walkup apartments in the Village and in Brooklyn, and in small houses in New Jersey, for most of the rest of his life. |
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