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A heartbreaking work of staggering genius
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A heartbreaking work of staggering genius

Auteur : Dave Eggers
Éditeur : New York : Simon & Schuster, ©2000.
Édition/format :   Livre : Biographie : Fiction : AnglaisVoir toutes les éditions et les formats
Résumé :
One of the most mesmerizing memoirs of the literary season: a wrenching, hilarious, and stylistically groundbreaking story of a college senior who, in the space of five weeks, loses both of his parents to cancer and inherits his eight-year-old brother. "Well, this was when Bill was sighing a lot. He had decided that after our parents died he just didn't want any more fighting between what was left of us. He was  Lire la suite...
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Genre/forme : Domestic fiction
Bildungsromans
Biography
Format physique additionnel : Online version:
Eggers, Dave.
Heartbreaking work of staggering genius.
New York : Simon & Schuster, c2000
(OCoLC)606439777
Personne nommée : Dave Eggers
Type d’ouvrage : Biographie, Fiction, Ressource Internet
Format : Livre, Ressource Internet
Tous les auteurs / collaborateurs : Dave Eggers
ISBN : 0684863472 9780684863474
Numéro OCLC : 42667954
Description : xxxix, 375 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Contenu : Incomplete guide to symbols and metaphors --
Through the small tall bathroom window, etc. --
Please look, can you see us, etc. --
Enemies list, etc. --
Oh I could be going out, sure --
Outside its blue-black-getting darker, etc. --
When we hear the news at First --
Fuck it. Stupid show, etc. --
We can't do anything about the excrement --
Robert Urich says no. We were so close --
Of course it's cold --
Black Sands Beach is.
Responsabilité : by Dave Eggers.
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Résumé :

One of the most mesmerizing memoirs of the literary season: a wrenching, hilarious, and stylistically groundbreaking story of a college senior who, in the space of five weeks, loses both of his parents to cancer and inherits his eight-year-old brother. "Well, this was when Bill was sighing a lot. He had decided that after our parents died he just didn't want any more fighting between what was left of us. He was twenty-four, Beth was twenty-three, I was twenty-one, Toph was eight, and all of us were so tired already, from that winter. So when something would come up, any little thing, some bill to pay or decision to make, he would just sigh, his eyes tired, his mouth in a sorry kind of smile. But Beth and I...Jesus, we were fighting with everyone, anyone, each other, with strangers at bars, anywhere -- we were angry people wanting to exact revenge. We came to California and we wanted everything, would take what was ours, anything within reach. And I decided that little Toph and I, he with his backward hat and long hair, living together in our little house in Berkeley, would be world-destroyers. We inherited each other and, we felt, a responsibility to reinvent everything, to scoff and re-create and drive fast while singing loudly and pounding the windows. It was a hopeless sort of exhilaration, a kind of arrogance born of fatalism, I guess, of the feeling that if you could lose a couple of parents in a month, then basically anything could happen, at any time -- all bullets bear your name, all cars are there to crush you, any balcony could give way; more disaster seemed only logical. And then, as in Dorothy's dream, all these people I grew up with were there, too, some of them orphans also, most but not all of us believing that what we had been given was extraordinary, that it was time to tear or break down, ruin, remake, take and devour. This was San Francisco, you know, and everyone had some dumb idea -- I mean, wicca? -- and no one there would tell you yours was doomed. Thus the public nudity, and this ridiculous magazine, and the Real World tryout, all this need, most of it disguised by sneering, but all driven by a hyper-awareness of this window, I guess, a few years when your muscles are taut, coiled up and vibrating. But what to do with the energy? I mean, when we drive, Toph and I, and we drive past people, standing on top of all these hills, part of me wants to stop the car and turn up the radio and have us all dance in formation, and part of me wants to run them all over."

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