American Childhood
Annie Dillard remembers. She remembers the exhilaration of whipping a snowball at a car and having it hit straight on. She remembers playing with the skin on her mother's knuckles, which "didn't snap back; it lay dead across her knuckle in a yellowish ridge. " She remembers the compulsion to spend a whole afternoon (or many whole afternoons) endlessly pitching a ball at a target. In this intoxicating account of her childhood, Dillard climbs back inside her 5-, 10-, and 15-year-old selves with apparent effortlessness. The voracious young Dillard embraces headlong one fascination after another--from drawing to rocks and bugs to the French symbolists. "Everywhere, things snagged me, " she writes. "The visible world turned me curious to books; the books propelled me reeling back to the world. " From her parents she inherited a love of language--her mother's speech was "an endlessly interesting, swerving path"--and the understanding that "you do what you do out of your private passion for the thing itself, " not for anyone else's approval or desire. And one would be mistaken to call the energy Dillard exhibits in An American Childhood merely youthful; "still I break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, " she writes, "as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive. " Author(s): Annie Dillard. Binding Paperback. Publisher(s): Harper Perennial. Label: Harper Perennial.
| Fabricant: | Harper Perennial |
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| Prix le plus bas (CAD): | 4,53 $ |
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| Auteur : | Annie Dillard |
| Catégories d'histoire : | Canada |
| Format : | Paperback |
| Marque : | HarperCollins Canada / Fiction |
| Title : | Title A-B |
