The Crossing (Border Trilogy)

£4.995
FREE Shipping

The Crossing (Border Trilogy)

The Crossing (Border Trilogy)

RRP: £9.99
Price: £4.995
£4.995 FREE Shipping

In stock

We accept the following payment methods

Description

power of his grandfather's art. It is not a play about race. The main character's name, which seems a pun on "tell fair," suggests that it is as much about the novelist's craft and the passion of that craft He also meets an opera troupe performing Pagliacci in the wilds, the characters of which curiously parallel Billy and Boyd's relationship with a girl they save along their route.

avoids stereotypes, and it tries to think about work in America. The grandfather, perhaps because he has nothing else to call his own, practices his craft as lovingly as if it were a religion. Like the genes of the timber wolf in "The him, one is very much in the hands of a stylist.His basic mode in this book -- it is a considerable intensification of the manner of "All the Pretty Horses" -- is a version of high modernist spareness and declarative force. Some of these episodes are quite long, and take the form of those stories-within-the-story that the old romances and the earliest novels were so fond of. Others are quite brief, and they are among the most indelible scenes in the book, partly because, save that which death has put there"; a kindly Yaqui drover on a mountain road, switching the rump of an ox, who offers the information that "the ox was an animal close to God as all the world knew and that perhaps the silenceTHE young woman tells Billy that the old woman is always talking about priests and curses and that she is half crazy. The old woman says that she knows what she knows. And the young woman says that at least she herself knows who the father of her child

In one lovely scene, the old man refuses to lay an honorary cornerstone in Louisville because the Old Testament enjoins against building with hewn stone and because he knows, from the story of the Hebrew people in Egypt, that such labor is the work of slaves. The old man's son, Ben's father, has made a business of the craft and sent his son to college, and the son has rejected whatever his education might have given him and taken up the old man's art. And the play Once this style is established, firm, faintly hypnotic, the crispness and sinuousness of the sentences of what would otherwise be quite ordinary description gather to a magic: "The snow in the pass was halfway to the horse's belly and the horsewas that nothing save blood had power to resonate against that void which threatened hourly to devour it. He wrapped himself in the blanket and watched her. When those eyes and the nation to which they stood witness were gone at last

The Road is a harrowing novel about a post-apocalyptic world. It follows a father and his son as they attempt to survive in a starvation-ravaged wilderness. The industrial world has collapsed, and the human race appears to be on the brink of extinction. of all human intention, then indefatigably, in the knowledge of the skills of a trade that has been passed down to one and that will be passed in turn to other hands.There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of beind except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And . . . in whatever . . . place by whatever . . . name or by no name at all . . . all tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.”



  • Fruugo ID: 258392218-563234582
  • EAN: 764486781913
  • Sold by: Fruugo

Delivery & Returns

Fruugo

Address: UK
All products: Visit Fruugo Shop