![]() ![]() ![]() The flash of understanding lasted but a moment. Something knew then, in the unknowing waste: something had always known, forever! That joy of saluting what is far above one was an eternal thing, not merely something that had happened to her in ignorance and her foolish heart. With a mere thought she had reached that star and it had answered, recognition had flashed between. That point of silver light spoke to her like a signal, released another kind of life and feeling which did not belong here. In the darkening sky she had seen the first star come out it brought her heart into her throat. Cather has cast her magic.įate seems to play a role. And there is a Chekhov element as we open not with Lucy exactly, but with memories and with the failure of photographs to capture her living energy, her “gentle glow”, a “bird flying home”. Her aura, her existence - it‘s beautiful and attractive. Lucy‘s vitality comes off the page in this prose. Then here she immediately generates a wonderful character in Lucy Gayheart to open this novel. I was worried based the previous book, and the contemporary criticism of conservativism in her later novels that she was running low at the end. ![]() Locations: early 20th century Nebraska and ChicagoĪbout the author born near Winchester, VA, later raised in Red Cloud, NE. ![]() Format: 195-page Vintage Classic paperback ![]()
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