Dear Friends, Freaks and Fools,
Glad to one of them.
Okay.
I can understand why some readers are not drawn irrevocably to Fante.
Ask the Dust has some memorable, lyrical and singing passages, but feels somewhat dated to yours truly. Still memorable though.
Wait Until Spring, Bandini overemphasized the focus upon the Italian family idiom, which for me lessened some of its accessibility and appeal.
BUT, I consider The Road to Los Angeles, and 1933 Was a Bad Year, to be masterpieces"”and would recommend these to anyone after Bukowski's great introduction to Ask the Dusk and that particular novel itself.
If only Fante could have freed himself from the Hollywood sausage machine earlier"”or never have gotten caught in its cogs from the beginning"”and given himself a chance to write himself out to maturity like Bukowski did. He was a naturally pure, evocative writer with a beautiful clean line and the genius to pull out feelings through the power of the word and an engaging story. Even now I can feel the beauty of the feelings he pulled out of me in those two novels, and the promises and hopes of youth! I also think this is a reflection of Fante's own goodness and talent that he, for some inexplicable reason"”lack of confidence?"”, never entirely believed in. It cost him dearly, health included, and he knew it. I look forward to rereading the two novels I mentioned sometime soon, but, again, I was disappointed with what struck me as the Italian sentimentality in Bandini, and also in the Brotherhood of the Grape. This seemed to lessen their creative fire and dramatic intensity"”and what I'm saying is no slam against Italians, whom I love. I just wonder how many readers gave up before ever getting to my two favorite Fante novels. I would guess"”most. I'm glad to find out that my library has both.
Bottoms up . . . . Poptop
Glad to one of them.
Okay.
I can understand why some readers are not drawn irrevocably to Fante.
Ask the Dust has some memorable, lyrical and singing passages, but feels somewhat dated to yours truly. Still memorable though.
Wait Until Spring, Bandini overemphasized the focus upon the Italian family idiom, which for me lessened some of its accessibility and appeal.
BUT, I consider The Road to Los Angeles, and 1933 Was a Bad Year, to be masterpieces"”and would recommend these to anyone after Bukowski's great introduction to Ask the Dusk and that particular novel itself.
If only Fante could have freed himself from the Hollywood sausage machine earlier"”or never have gotten caught in its cogs from the beginning"”and given himself a chance to write himself out to maturity like Bukowski did. He was a naturally pure, evocative writer with a beautiful clean line and the genius to pull out feelings through the power of the word and an engaging story. Even now I can feel the beauty of the feelings he pulled out of me in those two novels, and the promises and hopes of youth! I also think this is a reflection of Fante's own goodness and talent that he, for some inexplicable reason"”lack of confidence?"”, never entirely believed in. It cost him dearly, health included, and he knew it. I look forward to rereading the two novels I mentioned sometime soon, but, again, I was disappointed with what struck me as the Italian sentimentality in Bandini, and also in the Brotherhood of the Grape. This seemed to lessen their creative fire and dramatic intensity"”and what I'm saying is no slam against Italians, whom I love. I just wonder how many readers gave up before ever getting to my two favorite Fante novels. I would guess"”most. I'm glad to find out that my library has both.
Bottoms up . . . . Poptop
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