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Provinces of Night : A Novel by William Gay (2002, Trade Paperback)

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Product Identifiers

PublisherKnopf Doubleday Publishing Group

ISBN-100385499280

ISBN-139780385499286

eBay Product ID (ePID)1979335

Product Key Features

Book TitleProvinces of Night : a Novel

Number of Pages304 Pages

LanguageEnglish

Publication Year2002

TopicCultural Heritage, Family Life, General, Literary

GenreFiction

AuthorWilliam Gay

FormatTrade Paperback

Dimensions

Item Height0.7 in

Item Weight8.3 Oz

Item Length8 in

Item Width5.2 in

Additional Product Features

Intended AudienceTrade

Dewey Edition21

Reviews"An extremely seductive read." The Washington Post Book World "Gay is unafraid to tackle the biggest of the big themes, nor does he shy away from the grand gesture that makes those themes manifest." The New York Times Book Review "There is much to admire here: breathtaking, evocative writing and a dark, sardonic humor." USA Today "Earthily idiosyncratic, spookily Gothic . . . an author with a powerful vision." The New York Times, "An extremely seductive read."The Washington Post Book World "Gay is unafraid to tackle the biggest of the big themes, nor does he shy away from the grand gesture that makes those themes manifest."The New York Times Book Review "There is much to admire here: breathtaking, evocative writing and a dark, sardonic humor."USA Today "Earthily idiosyncratic, spookily Gothic . . . an author with a powerful vision." The New York Times

Dewey Decimal813/.54

SynopsisIt's 1952, and E.F. Bloodworth is finally coming home to Ackerman's Field, Tennessee. Itinerant banjo picker and volatile vagrant, he's been gone ever since he gunned down a deputy thirty years before. Two of his sons won't be home to greet him: Warren lives a life of alcoholic philandering down in Alabama, and Boyd has gone to Detroit in vengeful pursuit of his wife and the peddler she ran off with. His third son, Brady, is still home, but he's an addled soothsayer given to voodoo and bent on doing whatever it takes to keep E.F. from seeing the wife he abandoned. Only Fleming, E.F.'s grandson, is pleased with the old man's homecoming, but Fleming's life is soon to careen down an unpredictable path hewn by the beautiful Raven Lee Halfacre. In the great Southern tradition of Faulkner, Styron, and Cormac McCarthy, William Gay wields a prose as evocative and lush as the haunted and humid world it depicts. Provinces of Night is a tale redolent of violence and redemptiona whiskey-scented, knife-scarred novel whose indelible finale is not an ending nearly so much as it is an apotheosis., It's 1952, and E.F. Bloodworth is finally coming home to Ackerman's Field, Tennessee. Itinerant banjo picker and volatile vagrant, he's been gone ever since he gunned down a deputy thirty years before. Two of his sons won't be home to greet him: Warren lives a life of alcoholic philandering down in Alabama, and Boyd has gone to Detroit in vengeful pursuit of his wife and the peddler she ran off with. His third son, Brady, is still home, but he's an addled soothsayer given to voodoo and bent on doing whatever it takes to keep E.F. from seeing the wife he abandoned. Only Fleming, E.F.'s grandson, is pleased with the old man's homecoming, but Fleming's life is soon to careen down an unpredictable path hewn by the beautiful Raven Lee Halfacre. In the great Southern tradition of Faulkner, Styron, and Cormac McCarthy, William Gay wields a prose as evocative and lush as the haunted and humid world it depicts. Provinces of Night is a tale redolent of violence and redemption-a whiskey-scented, knife-scarred novel whose indelible finale is not an ending nearly so much as it is an apotheosis.