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Book : If Beale Street Could Talk - Baldwin, James

Modelo 07275930
Fabricante o sello Vintage
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-Titulo Original : If Beale Street Could Talk

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Vintage

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A stunning love story about a young Black woman whose life is torn apart when her lover is wrongly accused of a crime-a moving, painful story, so vividly human and so obviously based on reality that it strikes us as timeless (The New York Times Book Review). One of the best books Baldwin has ever written-perhaps the best of all. -The Philadelphia Inquirer Told through the eyes of Tish, a nineteen-year-old girl, in love with Fonny, a young sculptor who is the father of her child, Baldwin’s story mixes the sweet and the sad. Tish and Fonny have pledged to get married, but Fonny is falsely accused of a terrible crime and imprisoned. Their families set out to clear his name, and as they face an uncertain future, the young lovers experience a kaleidoscope of emotions-affection, despair, and hope. In a love story that evokes the blues, where passion and sadness are inevitably intertwined, Baldwin has created two characters so alive and profoundly realized that they are unforgettably ingrained in the American psyche. Review One of the best books Baldwin has ever written-perhaps the best of all. -The Philadelphia Inquirer A moving, painful story, so vividly human and so obviously based on reality that it strikes us as timeless.” -Joyce Carol Oates If Van Gogh was our nineteenth-century artist-saint, James Baldwin is our twentiethth-century one. -Michael Ondaatje Striking and particularly haunting.... A beauty, especially in its rendering of youthful passion. -Cosmopolitan A major work of Black American fiction.... His best novel yet, even Baldwins most devoted readers are due to be stunned by it. -The New Republic Emotional dynamite.... A powerful assault upon the cynicism that seems today to drain our determination to confront deep social problems. -Library Journal A moving, painful story, so vividly human and so obviously based on reality that it strikes us as timeless. -The New York Times Book Review About the Author JAMES BALDWIN was born in 1924 and educated in New York. He is the author of more than twenty works of fiction and nonfiction, including Go Tell It on the Mountain; Notes of a Native Son; Giovanni’s Room; Nobody Knows My Name; Another Country; The Fire Next Time; Nothing Personal; Blues for Mister Charlie; Going to Meet the Man; The Amen Corner; Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone; One Day When I Was Lost; If Beale Street Could Talk; The Devil Finds Work; Little Man, Little Man; Just Above My Head; The Evidence of Things Not Seen; Jimmy’s Blues; and The Price of the Ticket. Among the awards he has received are a Eugene F. Saxon Memorial Trust Award, a Rosenwald Fellowship, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Partisan Review Fellowship, and a Ford Foundation grant. He was made a Commander of the Legion of Honor in 1986. He died in 1987. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Troubled About My Soul I look at myself in the mirror. I know that I was christened Clementine, and so it would make sense if people called me Clem, or even, come to think of it, Clementine, since thats my name: but they dont. People call me Tish. I guess that makes sense, too. Im tired, and Im beginning to think that maybe everything that happens makes sense. Like, if it didnt make sense, how could it happen? But thats really a terrible thought. It can only come out of trouble--trouble that doesnt make sense. Today, I went to see Fonny. Thats not his name, either, he was christened Alonzo: and it might make sense if people called him Lonnie. But, no, weve always called him Fonny. Alonzo Hunt, thats his name. Ive known him all my life, and I hope Ill always know him. But I only call him Alonzo when I have to break down some real heavy shit to him. Today, I said, --Alonzo--? And he looked at me, that quickening look he has when I call him by his name. Hes in jail. So where we were, I was sitting on a bench in front of a board, and he was sitting on a bench in front o
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