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| Title | : | Ask the Dust (The Saga of Arturo Bandini #3) |
| Author | : | John Fante |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 165 pages |
| Published | : | February 7th 2006 by Ecco (first published 1939) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Classics. Novels. Literature. American |
John Fante
Paperback | Pages: 165 pages Rating: 4.12 | 26411 Users | 1812 Reviews
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Ask the Dust is the story of Arturo Bandini, a young Italian-American writer in 1930s Los Angeles who falls hard for the elusive, mocking, unstable Camilla Lopez, a Mexican waitress. Struggling to survive, he perseveres until, at last, his first novel is published. But the bright light of success is extinguished when Camilla has a nervous breakdown and disappears . . . and Bandini forever rejects the writer's life he fought so hard to attain.
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| Original Title: | Ask the Dust |
| ISBN: | 0060822554 (ISBN13: 9780060822552) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Series: | The Saga of Arturo Bandini #3 |
| Characters: | Arturo Bandini, Camilla Lopez |
| Setting: | Los Angeles, California(United States) |
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Ratings: 4.12 From 26411 Users | 1812 ReviewsNotice Epithetical Books Ask the Dust (The Saga of Arturo Bandini #3)
Like with so many other books a review on Goodreads prompted me to buy this book with the enigmatic title. Sadly the reviewer hasn't written anything in months, and is greatly missed. The book was sitting on my Kindle for quite a while, gathering the proverbial dust, before I finally decided to read it. None other than Charles Bukowski wrote a short introduction. It states "Fante was my god[sic]" and Bukowski came to this conclusion after reading Ask The Dust. He, Bukowski, later became Fante'sI remember when I was fourteen, reading Catcher in the Rye. I went downstairs and told my mom, "it's the weirdest thing, this guy is, like, reading my mind!"She said, "Matt, everyone thinks they're Holden Caulfield." God, adults can be so stupid sometimes. Obviously she didn't understand that this was something meaningful -- mystical, really -- that was happening to me. Or, to quote another influential poet of my youth, "parents just don't understand."Flash forward another fourteen years, the
I picked this up for a buck last week. Fante's such an easy read that I should have been finished that night, but I can't even seem to feign an interest in fiction lately. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. Maybe brain is still convalescing from all the Texas, drugs, and alcohol that I consumed last weekend. I'm astonished that I'm even capable of reading my e-mails lately. An example of Fante's ostensible solipsism. "War in Europe, a speech by Hitler, trouble in Poland, these were the topics
This book begins with a wonderful introduction by Charles Burkowski, a perfect way to begin this account of Los Angeles in the late 1930s. It is an example of why reading books by authors living the scene are so evocative. Fante's words sum up perfectly the sun drenched unmet promise of LA, and his protagonist is a complex and not always likable character. Recommended to me by a friend whose opinion matters.
And I answer, the sea is back there, back in the reservoir of memory. The sea is a myth. There never was a sea. But there was a sea! I tell you I was born on the seashore! I bathed in the waters of the sea! It gave me food and it gave me peace, and its fascinating distances fed my dreams! No, Arturo, there never was a sea. You dream and you wish, but you go on through the wasteland. You will never see the sea again. It was a myth you once believed. But, I have to smile, for the salt of the sea
I read this a long time ago...no idea what I'd make of it now, but I distantly recall it as being a solid ****...
Struggling writer Arturo Bandini (Great name!) arrived in 1930's Los Angeles to make it Big, but ends up in a crummy hotel on Bunker Hill where he spends most of his time dreaming the days away whilst surviving on a diet of oranges and cheap drink, the town is gripped by poverty and every time he sits at his typewriter the lack of ideas is paramount. But the publication of a short story which leads to some much needed cash brings Bandini some joy, where it's a case of spend! spend! spend!, new
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