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Trollope writes not so much of his life (though he does touch upon the major events), as of his occupation. Although employed most of his adult life by the postal service, Trollope decided to engage in a second and parallel career as a writer. He is forthright about his motives: the satisfaction of writing, but also fame, financial reward, and social standing. Looking back on his career, Trollope is proud of a job well done. The oddity is that he seems quite as happy telling us about how much he sold each work for, and the financial dealings with his publishers, as he does about his books and characters. In fact, near the end of the book he gives a complete list of his novels and how much he managed to sell each one for (with very few exceptions, he preferred to sell the rights to a novel, rather than getting a percentage of sales). What emerges is a portrait of the novelist not as an artist so much as a dedicated, disciplined craftsman. He explicitly denigrates the value of genius and creativity in a novelist in favor of hard work and keeping to a schedule of writing.
The early sections of the book dealing with his childhood are fascinating. By all measures, Trollope had a bad childhood. His discussions of his father are full of pathos and sadness. What is especially shocking is the lack of credit he gives to his mother, who, in early middle age, realizing that her husband was a perpetual financial failure, decided to salvage the family's fortunes by becoming a novelist. He notes that while nursing several children dying from consumption, she wrote a huge succession of books, enabling the family to live a greatly improved mode of existence. Her achievement must strike an outside observer as an incredibly heroic undertaking. Trollope seems scarcely impressed.
Some of the more interesting parts of the book are his evaluation of the work of many of his contemporaries. History has not agreed completely with all of his assessments. For instance, he rates Thackery as the greatest novelist of his generation, and HENRY ESMOND as the greatest novel in the language. HENRY ESMOND is still somewhat read, but it hardly receives the kind of regard that Trollope heaped on it, and it is certainly not as highly regarded as VANITY FAIR. Trollope's remarks on George Eliot are, however, far closer to general opinion. His remarks concerning Dickens, are, however, bizarre. It is obvious that Trollope really dislikes him, even while grudgingly offering some compliments. Quite perceptively, Trollope remarks that Dickens's famous characters are not lifelike or human (anticipating E. M. Forster's assessment that Dickens's characters are "flat" rather than "round" like those of Tolstoy or Austen) and that Dickens's famous pathos is artificial and inhuman (anticipating Oscar Wilde's wonderful witticism that "It would take a man with a heart of stone to cry at the death of Little Nell"). Even the most avid fan of Dickens would admit that his characters, while enormously vivid and well drawn, are nonetheless a bit cartoonish, and that much of the pathos is a tad over the top. But Trollope goes on to attack Dickens's prose: "Of Dickens's style it is impossible to speak in praise. It is jerky, ungrammatical, and created by himself in defiance of rules . . . . To readers who have taught themselves to regard language, it must therefore be unpleasant." If one had not read Dickens, after reading Trollope on Dickens, one would wonder why anyone bothered to read him at all. One wonders if some of Trollope's problems with Dickens was professional jealousy. For whatever reason, he clearly believes that Dickens receives far more than his due.
Favorite moment: Trollope recounts being in a club working on the novel that turned into THE LAST CHRONICLE OF BARSET, when he overheard two clergymen discussing his novels, unaware that he was sitting near them. One of them complained of the continual reappearance of several characters in the Barsetshire series, in particular Mrs. Proudie. Trollope then introduces himself, apologizes for the reappearing Mrs. Proudie, and promises, "I will go home and kill her before the week is over." Which, he says, he proceeded to do.
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It is a good read. I got through it in a few hours and enjoyed the story. It was light, easy, and reminded me of some of the series books I've enjoyed before. I particularly enjoyed the environmental and change perspective that the book brought to the forefront.
The only negative perspective I really had was that there were descriptive points that seemed redundant and the character development seemed, at times, fast. But I believe I still connected well with the characters and story.
It made for a good weekend read. Not too heavy, but fun.
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Anthony Tedeschi takes you into a corporate sphere he obviously knows well, with some side excursions into other worlds: high fashion, art, music, and literature. It's a fascinating book by a skilled writer who has been around the international block a few times and registered everything he saw and heard with a keen eye and ear.
Great characters, great dialog, great fun.
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If you have enjoyed the book and the film, then you must somehow other read the screenplay to better understand and appreciate both the book and the film. I have read it over five times and will read it again and perhaps again!
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The story is about a little white-with-brown-and-black-spots dog,Wishbone and his friend,Joe,Sam and David help to save the missing history of Oakdale together .The saving action Starts after they found out the card of LINDSAY GROVES(the relief pitcher for the Oakdale Oaks baseball team),and discovered the records of 1933 Oakdale Oaks baseball team has hidden ,even being erase.As a result,the 3 kids and Wishbone try their best to cover up the truth of the Oakdale's history.Eventually,the 1933 National Champion,the Oakdale Oaks gets their right to keep record on their victorious pass ,so the Oakdale's heroes will never been forgotten!!It is a nice work,I loved the lovely Wishbone,the enthusiastic,funny dogs which always think of pepper onion chesse Italian pizza!
It is a worthy piece of work to read.Don't miss the chance to enter the adventurous world with WISHBONE!!!Read the book!
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This statement is central to Gerald DiPego's Cheevey, a novel that poignantly portrays the miscommunication and tension among members of a quintessential American family, a topic that is currently receiving a great deal of attention in this election year. DiPego has not, however, filled this book with 1950ish scenes of a happy family being broken apart by modern American tensions, but instead focuses on a much more subtle force, the inability of most family members to properly express their love, or any emotions for that matter, for each other.
The novel follows the experiences of Claude Cheever--Cheevey--just prior to and following his 20th birthday. The reader watches Cheevey, a remarkably caring and empathetic character who, as the youngest of three children, deals with the tensions of young-adulthood while attempting to hold his family together. As his sister says, he tries "to be the hand" that will connect the five separate fingers of the family. The family, however, seems intent on breaking apart: his frugal father retreats into a television set while his mother goes "to France," the term for her study where she dreams and plans for her eventual escape to the actual country; Phil, the angry eldest son, drinks heavily, picks fights, and rarely speaks to either parent, forcing Cheevey to serve as his messenger; and Mari, the most caring and communicative of the family, attempts to balance the demands of her doctoral dissertation, the motherhood she feels emotionally unsuited for, and her miscommunicative, troubled marriage. As Cheevy nears adulthood, the emotions his parents have been "tunneling" since his birth finally begin to emerge and reshape into bitter, seething anger and resentment. Deeply pained, Cheevy seeks for a method to resolve the hatred between his parents, whose stares clash across the dinner table like "crossed swords."
In Cheevey's exploration of relationships, love, and communication, the reader becomes deeply involved, hoping that Cheevy will find a way to hold his family together, or at least be able to remain intact himself; whole, against situations that appear bent on emotionally fragmenting him as completely as the novel's other characters.
As powerfully as Cheevey is portrayed, however, the most sympathetic character in the novel is his sister, Mari. She struggles against her own sense of fragmentation caused, in part, by memories of her parents's earlier battles, before their "tunneling," and against her current marriage to a man who constantly shouts at her to "grow up." Despite her fragmentation, Mari's wit and insight make up much of the novels's force. She always utters the right phrase to humorously and pointedly describe a situation, but remains unable to fully find a resolution. Mari's ability to understand but not to resolve the family tensions builds toward the novel's devastating tragedy, the outcome of which forces the others out of their emotional isolation and shows them the importance of life.
Also, a central metaphor of the novel emerges in the guise of Mari's academic research. She is writing a dissertation on an obscure novelist, Coretti, with the hopes of explaining his work, making him understandable, an effort that will hopefully bring him out of a self-imposed exile. She believes that a message is lies within the work, possibly encoded, and studies code-breaking manuals in her research. While her attempt fails, Mari's insight nevertheless allows the reader to see that this type of coding exists in the characters's own communication. Cheevey's father, for instance, in a rare attempt to express love, explains that he never fixed his car radio, asking if anyone understands that. This explanation baffles Cheevey, who tries "to understand a man who loves you by not fixing his radio." This type of attempt to express love in obscure ways, fruitlessly hoping others will somehow see the message, be able to crack the code without ever expressing it in words, fills the book. Love is present, but unspoken, encoded, and difficult to find, and the inability to state it becomes a void that expands throughout the novel, pushing the family apart. But, it is finally Mari (and I am attempting here not to give anything away) who begins to bring the family together when she, too, takes heart-breaking action and forces the family to see the result of their emotional "tunneling."
The novel's only weakness is in the opening Prologue, where the image of a shattered mirror becomes a metaphor for the explosive fragmentation of the family. "But the fall and crash of the Cheever family," Cheevey says, "unleashed more than glass and dust. There were truths in the rubble, some shameful and some exalting, and all of them still too sharp and clear to be called memory and to be removed from sight. We are the pieces, and we cannot be swept away." Fortunately, DiPego, who is primarily a screenwriter, quickly shifts from the somewhat sophomoric tone of this last line to a more direct, highly visual first- person narrative filled with powerful, witty dialogue, and the book becomes much more forceful and engaging. The dialogue, and many of the characters's inability to use it, is what makes this novel so effective. In it, the reader can see the complexity of each of the characters, comes to care for them, is lifted with their humor, with Cheevey and Mari's insight into and embrace of life, and is emotionally, and painfully, wrenched when such an embrace doesn't seem to be enough.
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I used a similiar text (many editions before) when I took my first econ class in college over 10 yrs ago.
This is a great book, easy to understand and fluid reading.
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