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John Cheever: Collected Stories and Other Writings

This volume includes a selection of John Cheever's short stories, which are celebrated for their intricate character development and insightful portrayals of American life. It also encompasses other writings by the author, providing a broader view of his literary contributions. more

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John Cheever
John Cheever

John Cheever was an American novelist renowned for his short stories, which often focused on the lives and moral dilemmas of the middle class. His writing style was concise and profound, and he had a significant impact on 20th-century American literature. more

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“For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.”

“The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed.”

“That did it. I'd gone through a lot in the past few days. Everyone I met seemed to want a piece of me: djinn, magicians, humans...it made no difference.I'd been summoned, manhandled, shot at, captured, constricted, bossed about and generally taken for granted. And now, to cap it all, this bloke is joining in too, when all I'd been doing was quietly trying to kill him.”