Andre Dubus III
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born
January 01, 1959
gender
male
place of birth
Oceanside, CA, United States
about this author
Andre Dubus III is the author of House of Sand and Fog (an Oprah's Book Club selection and finalist for the National Book Award), Bluesman, and The Cage Keeper and Other Stories. He lives with his family north of Boston.
books by Andre Dubus III
combine editionsavg rating: 3.59 | 8815 ratings | 6 distinct works
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House of Sand and Fog (Paperback) by Andre Dubus III avg rating 3.60 — 5174 ratings — published 2000 21 editions |
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The Garden of Last Days: A Novel (Hardcover) by Andre Dubus III avg rating 3.29 — 428 ratings — published 2008 5 editions |
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Bluesman (Paperback) by Andre Dubus III avg rating 3.73 — 25 ratings — published 2002 3 editions |
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The Cage Keeper: And Other Stories (Paperback) by Andre Dubus III avg rating 4.13 — 15 ratings — published 2001 4 editions |
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La maison des sables et des brumes (Paperback) by Andre Dubus III avg rating 5.00 — 1 ratings — published 2004 |
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The Best Spiritual Writing 2001 (Best Spiritual Writing) by Philip Zaleski, Andre Dubus III avg rating 5.00 — 1 ratings — published 2001 |
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quotes by Andre Dubus III
"it's almost easier being down and alone than when you re up and no one s there to share the view with you"
— Andre Dubus III (House of Sand and Fog)
— Andre Dubus III (House of Sand and Fog)
"The ocean to my right was maroon, the sky above it silver. There were sand trails through the thick purple ice plant that grew along the roadside... but now the sky is the color of peaches...
It was a ball of bright saffron sinking into the sea, turning the water purple, the sky orange and green."
— Andre Dubus III (House of Sand and Fog)
It was a ball of bright saffron sinking into the sea, turning the water purple, the sky orange and green."
— Andre Dubus III (House of Sand and Fog)
"But even in September, Thursday was a big money night, seven to eight hundred take-home, and that's what April concentrated on as she drove, Franny's chin starting to loll against her chest—April made herself think of that fat roll of tens and twenties she'd have at closing, how she'd fold it into the front pocket of her jeans then go to the house mom's office off the dressing room and give Tina a hundred before she found Franny in her pj's on Tina's brown vinyl couch, and she'd try not to think of the walls above Tina's desk covered with dancers' schedules and audition Polaroids of naked women, some of them under postcards from girls who came and went."
— Andre Dubus III (The Garden of Last Days: A Novel)
— Andre Dubus III (The Garden of Last Days: A Novel)








