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The Collected Stories of Richard Yates

Autor Richard Yates
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 4 iun 2008
Whether addressing the smothered desire of suburban housewives, the white-collar despair of Manhattan office workers or the heartbreak of a single mother with artistic pretensions, Yates ruthlessly examines the hopes and disappointments of ordinary people with empathy and humour.
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ISBN-13: 9780099518549
ISBN-10: 0099518546
Pagini: 496
Dimensiuni: 131 x 198 x 35 mm
Greutate: 0.36 kg
Editura: Vintage Publishing
Locul publicării:United Kingdom

Notă biografică

Richard Yates was the author of the novels Revolutionary Road, A Special Providence, Disturbing the Peace, The Easter Parade, A Good School, Young Hearts Crying, and Cold Spring Harbor, as well as the short story collections Eleven Kinds of Loneliness and Liars in Love. He died in 1992.

Cuprins

Introduction: Secret Hearts by Richard Russo

From ELEVEN KINDS OF LONELINESS

Doctor Jack-o'-Lantern
The Best of Everything
Jody Rolled the Bones
No Pain Whatsoever
A Glutton for Punishment
A Wrestler with Sharks
Fun with a Stranger
The B.A.R. Man
A Really Good Jazz Piano
Out with the Old
Builders

From LIARS IN LOVE

Oh, Joseph, I'm So Tired
A Natural Girl
Trying Out for the Race
Liars in Love
A Compassionate Leave
Regards at Home
Saying Goodbye to Sally

THE UNCOLLECTED STORIES

The Canal
A Clinical Romance
Bells in the Moming
Evening on the Cote d'Azur
Thieves
A Private Possession
The Comptroller and the Wild Wind
A Last Fling, Like
A Convalescent Ego