"I had been so engaged by Ann Patchett's multifaceted story, so lured in by her confiding voice, that I forgot I was on the job. [...] As the best personal essays often do, Patchett's is a two-way mirror, reflecting both the author and her readers." â?? New York Times Book Review
Blending literature and memoir, New York Times bestselling author Ann Patchett, author of State of Wonder, Run, and Bel Canto, examines her deepest commitmentsâ??to writing, family, friends, dogs, books, and her husbandâ??creating a resonant portrait of a life in This is the Story of a Happy Marriage.
This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage takes us into the very real world of Ann Patchett's life. Stretching from her childhood to the present day, from a disastrous early marriage to a later happy one, it covers a multitude of topics, including relationships with family and friends, and charts the hard work and joy of writing, and the unexpected thrill of opening a bookstore.
As she shares stories of the people, places, ideals, and art to which she has remained indelibly committed, Ann Patchett brings into focus the large experiences and small moments that have shaped her as a daughter, wife, and wri… (más)
BookshelfMonstrosity: Though William Styron's prose tends to be bleaker than Ann Patchett's, readers will find both these essay collections absorbing explorations of their personal challenges and their relationships with people, places, and the arts.
This is a collection of articles she has previously published. I still don't get the title of this book. Some interesting stories and insights to life. Not my favorite...... ( )
Page 160: Color, while being the most visible thing we can know about a tree, is…created by that part of light that the tree has cast off. The tree absorbs all the other light waves of color, welcomes them as part of itself; the green we see is the negative, the reflected-off reality it wants no part of. Where its definition of itself ends, our definition of it is just beginning.
Writers need not be confined by their own dull lives and petty Christmas sadness. They could cut new stories out of the whole cloth, stories that did not reflect their own experiences but spoke instead to the depth of their emotions. (p. 17, How to Read a Christmas Story)
Ninety percent of what I now about fiction writing I learned that year. Write it out. Tell the truth. Stack up the pages. Learn to write by writing. Slowing down was for later, years later. (p. 28, The Getaway Car)
Novel writing, I soon discovered, is like channel swimming: a slow steady stroke over a long distance in a cold, dark sea. (p. 45, The Getaway Car)
In my books, I make up the experiences and characters but the emotional life is real. It is my own. (p. 157, Fact vs. Fiction)
No matter what book clubs tell us, reading is a private act, private even from the person who wrote the book. Once the novel is out there, the author is beside the point. The reader and the book have their own relationship now, and should be left alone to work things out for themselves. (p. 168, My Life in Sales)
Although you appear to be promoting your new novel, you never really tour for the books that's just come out. You tour for the book before that, the one people have read and want to talk about. Unless, of course, you're on tour for your first book, which no one has read or wants to talk about. (p. 169, My Life in Sales)
The ability to have a friend and be a friend, is not unlike the ability to learn. Both are rooted in being accepting and open-minded with a talent for hard work. If you are willing to stretch yourself, to risk yourself, if you are willing to love and honor and cherish the people who are important to you until one of you dies, then there will be great heartaches and even greater rewards. (p. 193, The Right to Read)
It's not more complicated than that, she said. That's all there is: Does he make you better and do you make him better? (p. 249, This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage)
I tortured myself over what awful thing might happen in the future instead of being wholly present and thankful for this moment. (p. 268, This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage)
We are, on this earth, so incredibly small, in this history of time, in this crowd of the world, we are practically invisible, not even a dot, and yet we have each other to hold on to. (p. 270, This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage)
Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for. (p. 284, Dog Without End)
It turned out the real heartbreak of the vow of poverty was never being able to buy presents for the people who were so clearly in need. (p.303, The Mercies)
Happiness is her mind-set, her decision, and though she often reminds me that God will take care of things, she is also determined not to trouble Him if at all possible. (p. 305, The Mercies)
"I had been so engaged by Ann Patchett's multifaceted story, so lured in by her confiding voice, that I forgot I was on the job. [...] As the best personal essays often do, Patchett's is a two-way mirror, reflecting both the author and her readers." â?? New York Times Book Review
Blending literature and memoir, New York Times bestselling author Ann Patchett, author of State of Wonder, Run, and Bel Canto, examines her deepest commitmentsâ??to writing, family, friends, dogs, books, and her husbandâ??creating a resonant portrait of a life in This is the Story of a Happy Marriage.
This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage takes us into the very real world of Ann Patchett's life. Stretching from her childhood to the present day, from a disastrous early marriage to a later happy one, it covers a multitude of topics, including relationships with family and friends, and charts the hard work and joy of writing, and the unexpected thrill of opening a bookstore.
As she shares stories of the people, places, ideals, and art to which she has remained indelibly committed, Ann Patchett brings into focus the large experiences and small moments that have shaped her as a daughter, wife, and wri
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