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Alan Sillitoe's autobiography recounts his early years in Nottingham, evacuation, life in the army, TB, and his rebirth as an angry young man. This is a memorable telling of his physical and mental 'growing up'. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Google Books — Cargando... GénerosSistema Decimal Melvil (DDC)823.914Literature English English fiction Modern Period 1901-1999 1945-1999Clasificación de la Biblioteca del CongresoValoraciónPromedio:
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Alan Sillitoe seemed to me to me extremely fortunate, he had the individualism and strength of character to break from his background, despite there being no pressure on him to better himself, and yet that very lack of expectations allowed him to do whatever he wanted, to travel in hope and just keep on writing until he became a sensation with the publication of Saturday Night and Sunday Morning. I read this book immediately after reading The Open Door, which is a fiction, but draws very heavily on his life in the same period. I'm now re-reading Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, which is the book he writes about in the last few chapters of his autobiography.
I read this autobiography with some envy, wishing that my life had been like his, wishing that I hadn't been forced into narrow choices by expectations and thinking him a lucky man until I read this extraordinary and telling last page :
...I immersed myself in work that came out of the coal measures of my subconscious, and never allowed sufficient time to elapse between novels in which I could be intimidated by what the 'normal' world looked on as 'success'. Nor was it possible for me to work and live, and though that decision was to be a mistake as far as my life was concerned, it was necessary because there was not enough energy in me to do both.
Happiness is more elusive than I thought. ( )