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Bezig met laden... Everyday Peopledoor Stewart O'Nan
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Having recently read O'Nan's EMILY ALONE on the recommendation of a friend, I decided to check out other of his novels. Other than being set in Pittsburgh, this novel only has one thing in common with EMILY ALONE: both are excellent. EMILY was told solely from the perspective of the heroine (a white widow of some means), but this one is told from the viewpoints of over a dozen residents of an African American community. It's a gripping tale, and as it unfolds we learn much about each of them. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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Fiction.
African American Fiction.
Literature.
HTML: This novel of Pittsburgh, by the author of Last Night at the Lobster, "celebrates the lives of everyday people in an extraordinary way" (San Francisco Chronicle). Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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4.5 stars
At the end, the narrator imagines a large graffiti mural along the wall of the new busway that is separating the neighborhood from the rest of the city - a mural peopled by heroes, some known and others not - and imagines the riders on the buses, commuters coming in from the suburbs:
"Not one out of a thousand turns sideways in their seat to pick out the few celebrities among the dead: Alex Haley - and there, lookit, it's Charlie Parker. None of them can read the names of the other ones, not as famous, in fact almost totally unknown, yet still remembered, honored like the rest. They don't know East Liberty, so the best they could come up with, even if they cared, would be ill-informed stories, pat tragedies in blackface. Maybe some of them - riding in, going home in the rain - see the flash of color flying by outside the window and marvel at the artwork, wonder what's being celebrated here. Maybe for a split second they see what you see, the dreams of a people that will not be denied, the sacrifices made in the name of progress, but that's just easy public-TV jive. No one wants to go beyond their own feel-good bullshit. No one wants to know what it really means." ( )