The Neon Bible: A Novel“A moving evocation of the small-town South in the mid-twentieth century” that “belongs on the shelf with the works of Flannery O’Connor, Carson McCullers, and Eudora Welty” (Orlando Sentinel). John Kennedy Toole—who won a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for his best-selling comic masterpiece A Confederacy of Dunces—wrote The Neon Bible for a literary contest at the age of sixteen. The manuscript languished in a drawer and became the subject of a legal battle among Toole’s heirs. It was only in 1989, thirty-five years after it was written and twenty years after Toole’s suicide at thirty-one, that this amazingly accomplished and evocative novel was freed for publication. “Heartfelt emotion, communicated in clean direct prose . . . a remarkable achievement.” —Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times “John Kennedy Toole’s tender, nostalgic side is as brilliantly effective as his corrosive satire. If you liked To Kill A Mockingbird you will love The Neon Bible.” —Florence King “Shockingly mature. . . . Even at sixteen, Toole knew that the way to write about complex emotions is to express them simply.” —Kerry Luft, Chicago Tribune |
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Crítica de los usuarios - starbox - LibraryThingToole's Confederacy of Dunces has long been one of my favourite books; this, his only other work (published posthumously in 1989 but actually written at the age of sixteen) is a totally different ... Leer comentario completo
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Crítica de los usuarios - christina.h - LibraryThingAbsolutely loved this story. Incredibly tragic, yet telling and truthful story where the main character, David, has done nothing to deserve any of his misfortune. If you don't mind the kind of book ... Leer comentario completo
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asked Aunt Mae band began blood Bobbie Lee boys called chairs church clear closed Clyde coming couldn't crying dark David didn't know door everything eyes face Farney feel felt floor Flora friends front gave getting girls gone hair hand hard head hear heard hills Italy kind kitchen knew laughed leave letter light lived looked Mae's Main Miss Mother move movie never nice night once passed path picture pines plant played Poppa preacher pretty quiet remember seat side sing sitting smell Sometimes started stayed steps stopped street talking tell things thought told took town train tried truck trying turned valley wait walked wanted watched Watkins week window woman women wondered
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Página 132 - If you were different from anybody in town, you had to get out. That's why everybody was so much alike. The way they talked, what they did, what they liked, what they hated ... They used to tell us in school to think for yourself, but you couldn't do that in the town. You had to think what your father thought all his life, and that was what everybody thought, (p.
Página xi - This is the first time I've been on a train. I've sat in this seat here for about two or three hours now. I can't see what's passing by. It's dark now, but when the train left, the sun was just beginning to set, and I could see the red and brown leaves and the tanning grass all along the hillside.
Página 53 - They had Rita Hayworth too, but she was always in Technicolor, and her hair was the reddest I ever saw. We saw Betty Grable in this movie about Coney Island. It looked like a wonderful place, and Aunt Mae told me she had been there and that it was down on the Gulf.
Página 49 - Tonight wasn't like the night before when it had been so still in the valley. A breeze was starting that soon turned into a wind. It was nice to sit on the steps and watch the pines on the far hills swaying against the sky. I looked around at Aunt Mae. Her yellow hair was flying all over her eyes, but she didn't move to straighten it.
Página 127 - She didn't know she was the only thing I ever wanted to have that I thought I'd get.
Página 15 - The clicking on the rails is getting faster, and I can see the trees crossing the moon quick now. The years before I went to school passed by just about as quick as those trees are passing by the moon.
Página 103 - I heard her asking Mother where Flora was. Mother was sitting at the table looking at the picture of the white crosses. Aunt Mae asked her again. She looked up like she was surprised to see Aunt Mae.
Página 34 - David, and we'll pray that your mother feels well tomorrow and that nothing happens to your Poppa tonight and that you and I ... that you and I won't be hurt too bad tomorrow or ever again.
Página 5 - Sometimes she would grab me and hug me close right between her bosom so that I was almost smothered. Then she would kiss me with her big mouth and leave lipstick marks all over me.