We have been providing the staff with hardly breath to friends, enemies and strangers. We take the Stoner on his back. Possibly, many think that if an editor tells you that the recently published book is good, but good good, the good of all life, many insist, is not going to believe. To some extent, is understandable. And even within the office of editor, there is also trying to sell the work in which he believes, in this case those who think this way, they make a mistake. And really it's a shame that miss it, because this novel is absolute. So to me, all I can think of, all I can add is PON THIS CHRISTMAS A STONER IN YOUR LIFE (Ha!). (And if not at Christmas, New Year is (in case you get bored with the issue of grapes) or kings, or past all these parties, Stoner does not expire).
simply treat yourself.
II.
"Stoner, a novel about integrity. Written by INMA MOON http://lacomunidad.elpais.com/usuarios/inmaluna66
closed the book and I thought I would love to know this guy.
know and ask. Sitting in the cubicle life to which he was held and a chat. Tell me about that woman with metallic heart he married, literature thick with the smell of ink where landfall, the land that was left between the nails of childhood, of love Nothing more, which is formed, which also succumbed in the eyes of a daughter lost in the disappointment away ...
Stoner is a novel. Read the last page and you're aware. A novel that tells a story. Thus, a life story, a story that lets you delve into existential leading a literature professor. Lets go with from beginning to end, and if necessary to make sense of his career, as if you can somehow redeem him. Sent by his father
peasant to the University of Missouri to study agriculture, William Stoner is driven by an obsessive love of literature that makes a teacher and author, John Williams, the reader becomes an accomplice of this man linked to a character women that combines all the evils inherent in a selfish mind or something else. Williams
plunges us through fluid prose and effective, in all its contradictions, its perplexities, his cowardice, drawing a character with a humanity hurtful.
In the book, published by Baile del Sol, referring to a quote from actor Tom Hanks published in the Times: "It's just a novel about a guy who goes to college and becomes a teacher . But it is one of the most fascinating things I have ever encountered. "
appointment is as simple as this novel is apparently one of the literary works that caught me most in recent times for its lack of artifice and gripping ability.
why I would have liked to talk to Stoner to show my solidarity with their weaknesses, I admire his candor, to say four things about Edith and some more about his daughter, their coworkers, on the chapter of love that lit up the space that was possible. Starring
grown hero in adversity of the loss, Stoner is a novel about integrity.
III.
... "During the first days of the empty house was strange and unexpectedly disturbing. But get used to the vacuum and began to enjoy it. In one week already knew that was as happy as he had not been in years and when he thought of the inevitable return of Edith was a quiet remorse that he could be hiding. Grace
celebrated its sixth birthday in the spring of that year and began his first year of college that fall. Every morning Stoner prepared for college and was back when she came home. Within six years
Grace was a tall slender girl with blond hair that was red, her skin was perfectly soft and her eyes were dark blue, almost purple. Was calm and happy and enjoying things, which gave his father a feeling that was almost like a nostalgic reverence. Sometimes
Grace was playing with neighborhood children, but more often with his father sat in his large studio and watched him while correcting exercises, or reading or writing. We talked and talked, so quietly and so earnestly that William Stoner was thrilled with incredible tenderness. Grace awkward and fascinating pictures painted on sheets of yellow paper and solemnly presented them to his father, and he read aloud his book reading for first year. At night, when Stoner went to bed and returned to his study, he noticed his absence in the study and found comfort in knowing that she was sleeping safely above. Almost unconsciously had begun to educate and watched in wonder and love, grew up before him and his face began to show the intelligence that treasured within. Edith
celebrated its sixth birthday in the spring of that year and began his first year of college that fall. Every morning Stoner prepared for college and was back when she came home. Within six years
Grace was a tall slender girl with blond hair that was red, her skin was perfectly soft and her eyes were dark blue, almost purple. Was calm and happy and enjoying things, which gave his father a feeling that was almost like a nostalgic reverence. Sometimes
Grace was playing with neighborhood children, but more often with his father sat in his large studio and watched him while correcting exercises, or reading or writing. We talked and talked, so quietly and so earnestly that William Stoner was thrilled with incredible tenderness. Grace awkward and fascinating pictures painted on sheets of yellow paper and solemnly presented them to his father, and he read aloud his book reading for first year. At night, when Stoner went to bed and returned to his study, he noticed his absence in the study and found comfort in knowing that she was sleeping safely above. Almost unconsciously had begun to educate and watched in wonder and love, grew up before him and his face began to show the intelligence that treasured within. Edith
Columbia did not return until early this year, so William Stoner and his daughter spent the holidays alone. The exchanged gifts on Christmas morning, to his father, who did not smoke, Grace was modeled on the conservative kindergarten attached to the university, a rough ashtray. William gave her a new dress she had chosen for her in a downtown shop, some books and crayons. They stayed almost all day next to the tree, talking, watching the flashing lights on the ornaments and tinsel and flashing fire on the dark green of fir. "
((A Christmas piece Stoner. John Williams. Baile del Sol))
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