My Father's Tears And Other Stories
John Updike’s first collection of new short fiction since 2000 finds the author in a valedictory mood as he mingles narratives of his native Pennsylvania with stories of New England suburbia and of foreign travel.
“Personal Archaeology” considers life as a sequence of half-buried layers, and “The Full Glass” distills a lifetime’s happiness into one brimming moment of an old
Updike, John (2009). My Father’s Tears and Other Stories. New York: Random/Ballantine.
Eighteen previously published stories of fifteen to twenty pages make up this posthumous collection. Each one is a gem – not a bad one among them, and that is all the more remarkable because they are superficially about the most mundane aspects of everyday life in America in the twentieth century. Characters go to the store or a dinner party, a class reunion, or have a fami...more
Parts I liked:
pg. 198 from Emerson's essays "every natural natural fact is a smbol of some spiritual fact"..."Everything is made of one hidden stuff,"..."every hero becomes a bore at last,"..."we boil at different degrees."
pg. 215 "People call his hous...more
It is for this reason that Updike was a rare writer and a great loss, for he could pinpoint these nuances and then speak f...more
One of my favorite stories in the book was about 9/11. Updike looks at the event from someone watching the World Trade Center falling from B...more
At the beginning I did not like this book. I could...more
Don't get me wr...more
"...y’know what i mean -- the ‘born alone, die alone’ thing; the seeking out people to share experience with but always having the nagging feeling that as much as you try, as deep as you go, you can never truly convey the ineffable uniqueness of what it feels like to be ‘you’. or ever truly know another human.
it’s almost unbearable to feel existence so powerfully, to feel the wonderful and mad crush of confusion and happiness and melancho...more
Ho trascinato stancamente questo libro per mesi. Continuavo a ripetermi che non mi piaceva, che era lento, noioso e ripetitivo... e che poi in fondo io ero ancora giovane!
Già, perchè era proprio questo il problema: riconoscere nei meccanismi mentali che muovevano i personaggi gli stessi meccanismi che sentivo pian piano innescarsi nella mia mente.
Non è facile accettare il tempo che passa, e tutto va bene finchè non te ne accorgi: semplicemente non ci pensi!
A wonderful and moving collection of short stories which appeared the same year that John Updike died at age 77. They are told from the point of view of old men who both look back on their lives while simultaneously living in the present and in the last story, “The Full Glass”, appropriately enough, look forward to their demise. Victorian writers, someone said, wrote only about sex and death, and that could as well describe...more
I've never read any updike before; maya told me she didn't like him because of his elite-white-male point of view. Maybe these stories, written when he was near the end of his life, avoid this elitist viewpoint and show more empathy.
I saw a bumper sticker once that said: "Inside every old person is a young person asking 'What the heck happened!.'" Ain't it the truth. I know I'm getting older when I find myself saying things my parents said.