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A heartbreaking work of staggering genius

Author: Dave Eggers
Publisher: New York ; London ; Sydney Singapore : Simon & Schuster, 2000.
Edition/Format:   Book : Biography : EnglishView all editions and formats
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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  Read more...
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Genre/Form: Domestic fiction
Bildungsromans
Biography
Additional Physical Format: Online version:
Eggers, Dave.
Heartbreaking work of staggering genius.
New York : Simon & Schuster, c2000
(OCoLC)606439777
Named Person: Dave Eggers
Material Type: Biography, Internet resource
Document Type: Book, Internet Resource
All Authors / Contributors: Dave Eggers
ISBN: 0684863472 9780684863474
OCLC Number: 42667954
Notes: Autobiographical.
Description: xxxix, 375 pages : illustrations ; 25 cm
Contents: Incomplete guide to symbols and metaphors --
pt. I. Through the small tall bathroom window, etc. : Scatology ; Video games ; Blood ; "Blind leaders of the blind" [Bible] ; Some violence ; Turtles ; Embarrassment, naked men ; Mapping --
pt. II. Please look. Can you see us, etc. : California ; Ocean plunging, frothing ; Little League, black mothers ; Rotation and substitution ; Hills, views, roofs, toothpicks ; Numbing and sensation ; Johnny Bench ; Motion --
pt. III. The enemies list, etc. : Demotion ; Teachers driven before us ; Menu ; Plane crash ; Light ; Knife ; Barry Gifford ; State of the family room address ; Half-cantaloupes ; So like a fragile girl ; Old model, new model ; Bob Fosse presents --
pt. IV. Oh I could be going out, sure : But no. No no! ; The weight ; Seven years one's senior, how fitting ; Potential sagging ; John Doe ; Decay v. preservation ; Burgundy, bolts --
pt. V. Outside its blue-black and getting darker, etc. : Stephen, murderer, surely ; The bridge ; Jon and Pontius Pilate ; John, Moodie, et al. ; Merchant Marine ; Lies ; A stolen wallet ; The 99th percentile ; Mexican kids ; Lineups, lights ; A trail of blood, and then silence, and then Russia --
pt. VI. When we hear the news at first : What's in, what's out ; Mailing lists ; Daughter of Charles Bronson, stunning ; [Some mild nudity] ; Randy Stickrod ; All the hope of history to date ; An interview ; Death and suicide ; Mistakes ; Keg beer ; Mr. T ; Steve the Black guy ; A death faked, perhaps (the gray car) ; A possible escape, via rope, of sheets ; A broken door ; Betrayal justified --
pt. VII. Fuck it. Stupid show, etc. : Some bitterness, some calculation ; Or anything that looks un-us ; More nudity, still mild ; Of color, who is of color? ; Chakka the Pakuni ; Hairy all the crotches are, bursting from panties and briefs ; The Marina ; The flying-object maneuver ; Drama or blood or his mouth foaming or ; A hundred cymbals ; Would you serve them grapes? ; Would that be wrong? ; "So I'm not allowed" ; Details of all this will be good --
pt. VIII. We can't do anything about the excrement : Elliot Strunk ; The future ; "Slacker? Not me," laughs Hillman ; Meath: Oh yeah, we love that multicultural stuff ; "Isn't that great?" ; We fill out forms ; A kindly Betty White sort ; "A nightmare WASP utopia" ; A sexual sort of lushness ; There has been spin the bottle ; "I don't know" ; "Thank you, Jesus" ; "I'm dying, Shal" --
pt. IX. Robert Urich says no. We were so close : Laura Branigan, Lori Singer, Ed Begley, Jr. ; To be thought of as smart, legitimate, permanent. So you do your little thing ; A bitchy little thing about her ; A fall ; The halls, shabbily shiny, are filled with people in small clumps ; That Polly Klaas guy giving me the finger at the trial ; Adam, by association, unimpressive --
pt. X. Of course it's cold : The cold when walking off the plane ; Plans for a kind of personal archaeological orgy or something, from funeral homes to John Hussa, whose mom heated milk once, after Grizzly ; Weddings ; A lesbian agnostic named Minister Lovejoy ; Chad and the copies ; Leaf pile ; Another threat ; Of course she knows ; Wouldn't everyone be able to tell? ; The water rising, as if under it already --
pt. XI. Black Sands Beach is : No hands ; Down the hill, the walk ; Not NAMBLA ; Birthday, parquet ; Skye ; Hot, poisoned blood ; Jail, bail, the oracle ; More maneuvers ; A fight ; Finally.
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The author chronicles his life in the years after the deaths of his parents, when he assumed responsibility for the care and upbringing of his eight-year-old brother.  Read more...

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