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Return to Book Page. Preview — Chiedi alla polvere by John Fante. Maria Giulia Castagnone Translator. La saga dello scrittore Arturo Bandini, alter ego dell’autore, giunge in questo romanzo al suo snodo decisivo.
PaperbackGli Alianti 22pages. Chidei February 1st by Marcos y Marcos first published The Saga of Arthur Bandini 3. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Chiedi alla polvereplease sign up.
Brian Yatman I’ve only read this one, and it is a complete story – it certainly works as a standalone.
See all 3 questions about Chiedi alla polvere…. Lists with This Book. I remember when I was fourteen, reading Catcher polvede the Rye. I went downstairs and told my mom, “it’s the weirdest thing, this guy is, like, reading my mind! 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.
Arturo Bandini, I know you too well!
Living and dying with each minor victory and defeat Fighting so often with the object of your affection to where eventually there’s a perverse sort of pleasure to be found in it Realizing that just because love might go unanswered, it doesn’t make it any less real It’s the telltale sign of good, strong writing when you get the feeling that someone has been reading your mail or email.
To inspire this feeling from a distance of more than half a century is an even greater trick. I would recommend this book to, like, everyone. View all 5 comments. John Fante was Bukowski’s god, and “either you adore him or you’ve never heard of him. It’s rare that I buy a copy of a book I’ve already read, if I didn John Fante was Bukowski’s god, and “either you adore him or you’ve never heard of him.
It’s rare that I buy a copy of a book I’ve already read, if I didn’t own it to begin with. I needed to own Ask the Dust. The intro by Bukowski is terrific, too. He dreams to be a writer and he is set on achieving this goal by hook or by crook so he uses jhn possibility to write. My plight drove pilvere to the typewriter.
I sat before it, overwhelmed with grief for Arturo Bandini. Sometimes an idea floated cheidi through the room. It was like a small white bird.
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It meant no ill-will. It only wanted to help me, dear little bird. But I would strike at it, hammer it out across die keyboard, and it would die on my hands. John Fante knows how to tell his tale right and he writes both very convincingly and captivatingly. Ask the Dust is a love story… Of sort. Its title suggests it to be sad and it is. A knock on the window. Someone was knocking on the window of that house obscured by heavy vines.
I turned and found the window, saw a head; the flash of teeth, the black hair, the leer, the gesturing long fingers. What was that thunder in my belly? And how shall I prevent that paralysis of thought, and that inundation of blood making my senses reel? But I want this! I shall die without it! View all 4 chieei. Here goes my th book report since joining Goodreads. And my introduction to the fiction of John Fante is Ask the Dusthis novel considered by some scholars and educators to be one of the best works of fiction set in the Great Depression and the best set in Los Angeles.
Superlatives like those could work against the book’s vitality, which is palpable. Fante’s narrator–destitute twenty year old boy Arturo Bandini struggling against hunger, wanting and creative resistance–lacks the worldl Here goes my th book report since joining Goodreads.
Fante’s narrator–destitute twenty year old boy Arturo Bandini struggling against hunger, wanting and creative resistance–lacks the worldliness of John Steinbeck’s Depression-era men and would’ve done well to read The Grapes of Wrath and grow up. His story is as bare as a cupboard, but Fante’s language and the atmosphere he conjures are breathtaking.
I was passing the doorman of the Biltmore, and I hated him at once, with his yellow braids and six feet of height and all polverw dignity, and now a black automobile drove to the curb, and a man got out.
He looked rich, and then a woman got out, and she was beautiful, her fur was silver fox, and she was a song chiedii the sidewalk and inside the swinging doors, and I thought oh boy for a little of that, just a day and night of that, and she was a dream as I walked along, her perfume still in the wet morning air. Then a great deal of time passed as I stood in front of a pipe shop and looked, and the whole world faded except that window and I stood and smoked them all, and saw myself a great author with that natty Italian briar, and a cane, stepping out of a big black car, and chieid was there too, proud as hell of me, the lady in the pollvere fox fur.
We registered and then we had cocktails and then we danced awhile, and then we had another cocktail and I recited some lines of Sanskrit, and the world was so wonderful, because every two minutes some gorgeous one gazed at me, the great author, and nothing would do choedi I had to autograph her menu, and the silver fox girl was very jealous.
In reality, Arturo or Arthur, depending on how prejudiced the person he’s introducing himself to is towards Italians is five months chidei the bus from Boulder, Colorado, chasing dreams of becoming the Great Writer he knows himself to be. He checks in to a room in the Alta Loma Hotel in Bunker Hill, in the center of downtown Los Angeles, with little more than one-hundred fifty dollars in his pocket and big dreams in his head.
Arturo carried two suitcases, one full of copies of a literary magazine edited by his hero J. No one in the hotel seems to care, too busy eroding by sun, hunger or dust.
He becomes fixated on a Mexican waitress named Camilla Lopez who serves him the worst cup of coffee he’s ever tasted. Their romance hardly blossoms along the lines of mutual respect; Arturo projects his own self-loathing onto Camilla, who in return is often angry that the vigorous writer cannot be the man she loves, bartender Sammy Wiggins, who longs to publish western stories but is ailing from tuberculosis. Arturo is pursued by a desperate older woman named Vera Rivkin who becomes the inspiration for his first novel.
Wanting fannte celebrate his success with Camilla, fate steps in. So this is where she lived! I smelled it, touched it with my fingers, walked through it with my feet.
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It was as I had imagined. This was her home.
Blindfolded I could have acknowledged the place, for her odor possessed it, her fevered, lost existence proclaimed it as part of a hopeless scheme. An apartment on Temple Street, an apartment in Los Angeles. She belonged to the rolling hills, the wide deserts, the high mountains, she would ruin any apartment, she would lay havoc upon any such little prison as this.
It was so, ever in my imagination, ever a part of my scheming and thinking about her.
This was her home, her ruin, her scattered dream. The writing in Ask the Dust is so intoxicating, so filled with ardor and longing–whether it’s righteous or completely misplaced by our boy narrator–that I couldn’t help but fall under its spell. With fnte more than his imagination and a typewriter, Fante sketches Depression-era Los Angeles as vividly as the three greatest L. Confidential –were able to do with an army of visual artists.
Fante also knows the chiedl brewing under the skin of both the aspiring artist and the amorous, socially awkward male–often one and the same–and conveys the life and times of both demographics memorably. Ask the Dust comes up short of complete satisfaction due to a couple of things. There’s the length, which I’d peg at 50, words, nearly novella length. This is a book about a boy’s angst first and a city second, with characters further down the list. There’s also disconnection between Arutro and Camilla where a novelist like Steinbeck might’ve developed a connection.
The target demographic for Fante might be budding male authors or those with an interest in historic Los Angeles. These johb my demographics. One of the novel’s fans was Robert Towne, the Academy Award winning screenwriter of Chinatown who called Ask the Dust the greatest novel ever written about Los Angeles.
Inalpa long-simmering film version adapted and directed by Towne was released. It is in Fante’s book where his descriptions thrive. I didn’t ask any questions. Everything I wanted to know was written in tortured phrases across the desolation of her face.
View all 30 comments. This book was beautifully depressing. The story polere a chiexi swagger that was believable even though it was about a time mostly remembered for glamor.