Una arrolladora novela de iniciación, por el autor de Un caballero en Moscú . Número uno en la lista de best-sellers de The New York Times . Traselformidable éxito de público y crítica de sus dos primeras novelas, Normas de cortesía -escogida por The Wall Street Journal comouno de los mejores libros del año 2011 y ganadora del Premio Fitzgerald en 2012- y Un caballero en Moscú -que se mantuvo dos años en las listas de The New York Times- , Amor Towles vuelve con una historia colosal sobre el viaje iniciático de cuatro jóvenes por el corazón de Estados Unidos durante la década de los años cincuenta. Contada desde múltiples puntos de vista y poblada por un variado elencode personajesmagnéticos, desde vagabundos que malviven entre raíles hasta aristócratas del Upper East Side, La autopista Lincoln es una novela arrolladora de encuentros y desencuentros, un azaroso tránsito de la juventud a la edad adulta. La crítica ha dicho... «Un libro de una belleza absoluta, en el que cada personaje es una joya y todos los escenarios cobran vida. Una elaborada y conmovedora indagación de los infinitos e inesperados quiebros que puede dar cualquierviaje. Y Towles lo hace todo sin esfuerzo aparente... En cuanto lo acabé, me entraron ganas de volver a leerlo.» Tana French «Más absorbente que Un caballero en Moscú . [...] Una asombrosa combinación de encanto y fatalidad, cargada de revelaciones acerca del mito estadounidense, el arte de narrar y la irresistible atracción del pasado.» Kirkus Reviews «Espléndida.[...] Una novela única que nadie debería perderse, escrita por un grandioso narrador.» Publishers Weekly «Un relato muy ameno que invita a la reflexión. [...] Towles hace diestros malabares con las piezas de la trama, alternando los puntos de vista, eludiendo el sentimentalismo y las rarezas con un toque de nostálgico pesar, hasta un final que sin duda provocará controversia.» Booklist «Una divertida aventura a campo través, llena de personajes inolvidables, vívidos escenarios y gran misterio.» Time… (más)
The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness, The growing wheat, the growing weeds, The toiling horses, the tired men; The long, empty roads, Sullen fires of sunset, fading, The eternal unresponsive sky. Against all this, Youth . . . —O Pioneers, Willa Cather
He knew too that he had been an agent of misfortune rather than its author. But he didn't agree that his debt had been paid in full. For no matter how much chance had played a role, when by your hands you have brought another man's time on earth to its end, to prove to the Almighty that you are worthy of his mercy, that shouldn't take any less time than the rest of your life.
... through our misdeeds we may put ourselves in another person’s debt, just as through their misdeeds they put themselves in ours. And since it’s these debts – those we’ve incurred and those we’re owed – that keep us stirring and stewing in the early hours, the only way to get a good night’s sleep is to balance the accounts.
Regardless of who had been provoked by who, or whom by whom, when Emmett hit the Snyder kid at the county fair, he took on a debt just as surely as his father had when he had mortgaged the family farm.
I don’t blame Him. Whom I blame is Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, and every other man who’s served as priest or preacher since.
To Emmett, all the houses in this part of the country looked like they'd been dropped from the sky. The Watson house just looked like it'd had a rougher landing. The roof line sagged on either side of the chimney and the window frames were slanted just enough that half the windows wouldn't quite open and the other half wouldn't quite shut.
Emmett could hear his father stirring in the next room, unable to sleep—and not without reason. Because a farmer with a mortgage was like a man walking on the railing of a bridge with his arms outstretched and his eyes closed. It was a way of life in which the difference between abundance and ruin could be measured by a few inches of rain or a few nights of frost.
Boys, she would begin in her motherly way, in your time you shall do wrong unto others and others shall do wrong unto you. And these opposing wrongs will become your chains. The wrongs you have done unto others will be bound to you in the form of guilt, and the wrongs that others have done unto you in the form of indignation. The teachings of Jesus Christ Our Savior are there to free you from both. To free you from your guilt through atonement and from your indignation through forgiveness. Only once you have freed yourself from both of these chains may you begin to live your life with love in your heart and serenity in your step.
What wisdom the Lord does not see fit to endow us with at birth, He provides through the gift of experience.
—In that man's heart, said Ulysses, sliding the door shut, there is more treachery than preachery.
Oh, he enjoyed delivering that little speech. Standing there with his legs apart and his feet planted firmly on the ground, he acted as if he could draw his strength straight from the land because he owned it.
I felt bad for him. Not man enough to be a man, or child enough to be a child, not black enough to be black, or white enough to be white, Maurice just couldn't seem to find his place in the world.
—Questions can be so tricky, he said, like forks in the road. You can be having such a nice conversation and someone will raise a question, and the next thing you know you're headed off in a whole new direction. In all probability, this new road will lead you to places that are perfectly agreeable, but sometimes you just want to go in the direction you were already headed.
—Have you ever noticed, he said, have you ever noticed how so many questions begin with the letter W? He counted them off on his fingers. —Who. What. Why. When. Where. Which. He could see his sister's concern and uncertainty lifting for a moment as she smiled at this fascinating little fact. —Isn't that interesting? he continued. I mean, how do you think that happened? All those centuries ago when words were first being coined, what was it about the sound of the W that made the word coiners use it for all of the questions? As opposed to say, the T or the P? It makes you feel sort of sorry for W, doesn't it? I mean, it's a pretty big burden to carry. Especially since half the time when someone asks you a question with a W, they aren't really asking you a question. They're making a statement in disguise. Like, like ... —When are you going to grow up! And Why would you do such a thing! And What in God's name were you thinking!
Well, imagine all you like. It won't cost you nothing, and it'll cost me less. But later that night, after I'd served the chili, cleaned the kitchen, and switched off the lights, I knelt at the side of my bed, clasped my hands together, and prayed. Dear Lord, I said, please give my father the wisdom to be gracious, the heart to be generous, and the courage to ask for this woman's hand in holy matrimony—so that someone else can do his cooking and cleaning for a change.
Billy and Woolly both had big smiles on their faces, while Emmett, per usual, was acting like smiles were a precious resource.
Wouldn't it have been wonderful, thought Woolly, if everybody's life was like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle. Then no one person's life would ever be an inconvenience to anyone else's. It would just fit snugly in its very own, specially designed spot, and in so doing, would enable the whole intricate picture to become complete.
Many years before, Abacus had come to the conclusion that the greatest of heroic stories have the shape of a diamond on its side.
As Emmett walked out the door and climbed into his bright yellow car, I thought to myself that there are surely a lot of big things in America. The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty are big. The Mississippi River and the Grand Canyon are big. The skies over the prairie are big. But there is nothing bigger than a man's opinion of himself.
Plain speaking and common sense. In my book, there's just no substitute.
And when the final chime sounded, I turned to them all in order to utter with my very last breath, The rest is silence, just as Hamlet had. Or was that Iago? I never could remember.
Una arrolladora novela de iniciación, por el autor de Un caballero en Moscú . Número uno en la lista de best-sellers de The New York Times . Traselformidable éxito de público y crítica de sus dos primeras novelas, Normas de cortesía -escogida por The Wall Street Journal comouno de los mejores libros del año 2011 y ganadora del Premio Fitzgerald en 2012- y Un caballero en Moscú -que se mantuvo dos años en las listas de The New York Times- , Amor Towles vuelve con una historia colosal sobre el viaje iniciático de cuatro jóvenes por el corazón de Estados Unidos durante la década de los años cincuenta. Contada desde múltiples puntos de vista y poblada por un variado elencode personajesmagnéticos, desde vagabundos que malviven entre raíles hasta aristócratas del Upper East Side, La autopista Lincoln es una novela arrolladora de encuentros y desencuentros, un azaroso tránsito de la juventud a la edad adulta. La crítica ha dicho... «Un libro de una belleza absoluta, en el que cada personaje es una joya y todos los escenarios cobran vida. Una elaborada y conmovedora indagación de los infinitos e inesperados quiebros que puede dar cualquierviaje. Y Towles lo hace todo sin esfuerzo aparente... En cuanto lo acabé, me entraron ganas de volver a leerlo.» Tana French «Más absorbente que Un caballero en Moscú . [...] Una asombrosa combinación de encanto y fatalidad, cargada de revelaciones acerca del mito estadounidense, el arte de narrar y la irresistible atracción del pasado.» Kirkus Reviews «Espléndida.[...] Una novela única que nadie debería perderse, escrita por un grandioso narrador.» Publishers Weekly «Un relato muy ameno que invita a la reflexión. [...] Towles hace diestros malabares con las piezas de la trama, alternando los puntos de vista, eludiendo el sentimentalismo y las rarezas con un toque de nostálgico pesar, hasta un final que sin duda provocará controversia.» Booklist «Una divertida aventura a campo través, llena de personajes inolvidables, vívidos escenarios y gran misterio.» Time
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