Paris StoriesNew York Review of Books, 27 Apr 2011 - 400 halaman A NEW YORK REVIEW BOOKS ORIGINAL Mavis Gallant is a contemporary legend, a frequent contributor to The New Yorkerfor close to fifty years who has, in the words of The New York Times, "radically reshaped the short story for decade after decade." Michael Ondaatje's new selection of Gallant's work gathers some of the most memorable of her stories set in Europe and Paris, where Gallant has long lived. Mysterious, funny, insightful, and heartbreaking, these are tales of expatriates and exiles, wise children and straying saints. Together they compose a secret history, at once intimate and panoramic, of modern times. |
Dari dalam buku
Hasil 1-5 dari 51
Halaman 17
... night in January, in her navyblue dress, to which she had pinned an organdy gardenia. She sat upright on the edge of the sofa. Sheilah had ordered the meal from a restaurant. There was lobster, good wine, and a pièce-montée full of ...
... night in January, in her navyblue dress, to which she had pinned an organdy gardenia. She sat upright on the edge of the sofa. Sheilah had ordered the meal from a restaurant. There was lobster, good wine, and a pièce-montée full of ...
Halaman 19
... night of the party, the Fraziers rented a car they had never seen before and drove through the first snowstorm of the year. Peter had not driven since last summer's blissful trips in the Fiat. He could not find the switch for the ...
... night of the party, the Fraziers rented a car they had never seen before and drove through the first snowstorm of the year. Peter had not driven since last summer's blissful trips in the Fiat. He could not find the switch for the ...
Halaman 20
... night, was a man. Their conversation was private and enclosed, as if they had in minutes covered leagues of time and arrived at the place where everything was implied, understood. Peter began working his way across the room, toward his ...
... night, was a man. Their conversation was private and enclosed, as if they had in minutes covered leagues of time and arrived at the place where everything was implied, understood. Peter began working his way across the room, toward his ...
Halaman 25
... night. Presently Sheilah let herself in, rosy-faced, smiling. She carried his trench coat over her arm. She said, "How's Agnes?" "Where were you?" he said. "Whose car was that?" Sheilah had gone into the children's room. He heard her ...
... night. Presently Sheilah let herself in, rosy-faced, smiling. She carried his trench coat over her arm. She said, "How's Agnes?" "Where were you?" he said. "Whose car was that?" Sheilah had gone into the children's room. He heard her ...
Halaman 45
... night. Do you like old coins? One of my sons was a collector." In the wicker basket was a lacquered box that contained his uncle's coin collection. He took a coin but it meant nothing to him; he let it fall. It clinked, and he said, "We ...
... night. Do you like old coins? One of my sons was a collector." In the wicker basket was a lacquered box that contained his uncle's coin collection. He took a coin but it meant nothing to him; he let it fall. It clinked, and he said, "We ...
Isi
31 | |
51 | |
73 | |
From the Fifteenth District | 119 |
Baum Gabriel 1935 | 171 |
The Remission | 195 |
Grippes and Poches | 237 |
Forain | 257 |
August | 275 |
Mlle Dias de Corta | 315 |
Afterword | 365 |
Edisi yang lain - Lihat semua
Istilah dan frasa umum
Alec American asked Barbara began believed Bonnie called child close course Cruche dark Dieter doctor door Doris dress English everything expected eyes face father feel felt Flor Forain French friends Gabriel gave girl give glass Grippes hair half hand head hear heard husband Jack keep kind knew later leave letter light live looked Lydia married mean mind mother moved needed Netta never night once Paris past perhaps person Peter Poche probably remember seemed seen side someone sound speak Speck stopped story street supposed taken talk tell Theo thing thought told took tried trying turned voice waiting walked wall wanted watch wife Wilkinson window woman women wondered writing young