{"id":7638,"date":"2014-10-16T12:30:16","date_gmt":"2014-10-16T12:30:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2014\/10\/16\/novels\/"},"modified":"2014-10-16T12:30:16","modified_gmt":"2014-10-16T12:30:16","slug":"novels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2014\/10\/16\/novels\/","title":{"rendered":"Novels"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am nearing the end of Patrick Hamilton's Hangover Square<\/em>, and yesterday I began John Fante's Full of Life<\/em>.  D. G. Myers' review<\/a> begins and ends like this:<\/span><\/p>\n

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In the Manchester Guardian<\/em>\u2019s book blog, Rob Woodard looks back<\/a> at John Fante\u2019s Ask the Dust<\/em>, a 1939 novel which has been described<\/a> as a masterpiece. Everyone seems quite taken by the novel\u2019s influence upon Charles Bukowski, who called Fante\"\"<\/a> \u201cmy God\u201d and was single-handedly responsible for getting his work back into print. (The sorry thought that there would have been no Bukowski without Fante is almost enough to make you wish there had been no Fante.) Ask the Dust<\/em> is the second volume of a trilogy\u2014or perhaps a tetralogy, if his late-in-life novel Dreams from Bunker Hill<\/em>, dictated to his wife four decades later, after Fante had gone blind from diabetes, is included\u2014of vaguely proletarian novels about a second-generation immigrant\u2019s struggle up from poverty and fight for a piece of the American pie.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Because of its artless candor, Full of Life<\/em> is the most probing account I have ever read of the religious return. Fante is honest about his doubts, but he is equally honest about the highs and lows, the joy and tedium, of Catholicism. He does not withdraw from the religious experience into a well-armored skepticism. As a consequence, he finds himself surprisingly moved to tears by the ceremony in which Joyce is accepted into the Church.<\/span><\/p>\n

The novel eschews any ambition to be \u201cprofound.\u201d Its surface appears to be shallow, quick-paced, dialogic rather than discursive. It does not worry theological problems; it strokes the ordinary nap of domestic intimacy. But it also knows the depth of intimacy which religious feeling opens up and reveals. There are other reasons to prize the novel. Italian-American novelists like Mario Puzo, Hamilton Basso, and Paul Gallico may have achieved a larger readership, and poets like Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Gregory Corso, and Diane di Prima may have received more respectful critical attention, but no one has ever improved upon Fante\u2019s portrait of the tension between two generations of Italian-Americans and the mixed-blessing debt that the second owes the first. Precisely because of its humor and lightness of tone, Full of Life<\/em> is that unexpected thing\u2014not The Power and the Glory<\/em>, but a great religious novel that appears out of nowhere, while you thought you were watching Father Knows Best<\/em> or I Love Lucy<\/em>. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I am nearing the end of Patrick Hamilton's Hangover Square, and yesterday I began John Fante's Full of Life.  D. G. Myers' review begins and ends like this: In the Manchester Guardian\u2019s book blog, Rob Woodard looks back at John Fante\u2019s Ask the Dust, a 1939 novel which has been described as a masterpiece. Everyone … Continue reading “Novels”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7638","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literary-matters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7638","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7638"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7638\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7638"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7638"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7638"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}