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La strada per Los Angeles (The Saga of Arthur Bandini #2)

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Immigrato, attaccabrighe, megalomane, sprezzante e perennemente in lite con tutti. E' Arturo Gabriel Bandini, protagonista di questo primo, indimenticabile romanzo di John Fante.

«Attenzione: colui che entrerà in scena all'inizio di questo romanzo, in qualità di umile spalatore di fossi, è uno dei personaggi piú leggendari prodotti dalla letteratura moderna. Attenzione ad A
Paperback, Stile Libero , 214 pages
Published January 1st 2005 by Einaudi (first published January 1st 1985)
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Steven Eggleton
I think every writer would ultimately admit, that out of all the books they’ve read, there was one that stood above the rest. One that lit a fire in them. A book that changed their idea of what writing could be. A book that in the end helped to shape their career as an artist and perhaps touched their life. For me that book was, The Road to Los Angeles.
I was in my early twenties, depressed, living in this tiny apartment that leaked when it rained and perpetually had ants, trying to write, readin
Só não me desiludi porque dificilmente me iludo; e também porque já tenho idade para saber que ninguém é perfeito...

Este é o primeiro romance escrito por John Fante, e o segundo livro dos quatro que compõem a Saga de Arturo Bandini. Gostei muito do primeiro e do terceiro, mas este...nem consegui ler tudo.

Conta as traquinices de Arturo quando começa a trabalhar; os seus sonhos de ser escritor; os seus desejos obsessivos por mulheres, e mais umas quantas peripécias que revelam Bandini como um jov
João Carlos
“Estrada para Los Angeles” é o segundo livro da saga do Arturo Bandini, foi originalmente publicado postumamente em 1985, embora tenha sido o primeiro a ser escrito, pelo seu alter-ego John Fante.
Reencontramos Arturo Bandini a viver em Los Angeles com a sua mãe e com irmã Mona.
Aos dezoito anos, depois da morte do pai, Arturo é forçado a trabalhar na fábrica de conservas do seu tio, para sustentar a sua mãe e a sua irmã.
Com uma vida deprimente e rotineira Arturo tem na leitura de revistas pornog
Vit Babenco
“Oh Spengler! What a book! What weight! Like the Los Angeles Telephone Directory. Day after day I read it, never understanding it, never caring either, but reading it because I liked one growling word after another marching across pages with somber mysterious rumblings.”
Riotously ambitious, wildly egotistic, possessed with the severe angst of youth, ridden with delirious fantasies, obsessed with the maniacal desire to become a writer Arturo Bandini turns his life into a bitter burlesque… But, ho
John Fante's The Road to Los Angeles was written some fifty year before it ever was published in 1985. The novel, set around Long Beach, San Pedro, and Wilmington -- near the Los Angeles Harbor -- is an autobiographical story about the author's alter ego, Arturo Gabriel Bandini.

Unfortunately, the young Bandini is, plain and simple, a twit. He uses big words he doesn't understand, refers to authors like Nietzsche and Schopenhauer whom he likewise does not understand, and acts in a condescending
Daniel Weller
Lo primero que leí de John Fante fue Pregúntale al polvo, tercera novela de la saga Bandini (segunda en editarse), donde encontré al protagonista malviviendo en Los Angeles mientras intenta vender algún cuento. Recuerdo que me pareció un personaje ridículo, estúpido y desquiciado. Terminé el libro casi enfadado y sin ningún deseo de volver a leer a Fante.

No estaba seguro de por qué me había exasperado tanto aquel personaje llamado Arturo Bandini.

Unos años después, caí en la tentación de acercarm
'Camino de Los Ángeles' es la primera novela de John Fante, la primera aparición de Arturo Bandini. Fue escrita entre 1933 y 1936, pero fue rechazada y no se publicó hasta después de la muerte de Fante. Se nota que es una novela escrita por un joven lleno de rabia que utilitza la literatura para escupir su rabia en todas y cada una de las páginas que escribe, y en todas y cada una de las páginas que escribe se nota también que quiere ser un "escritor polémico", pero a la vez se nota que quiere s ...more
Ismael Galvan
The Road to Los Angles by John Fante introduces one of the most bizarre, disturbed, and likeable alter egos in literature, Arturo Bandini. The book takes place in 1930’s Los Angles, primarily the rough neighborhoods around the harbor docks. We are put in the mind of a young man suffering from the world’s worst grandiosity complex. Bandini is convinced he will go down in history as the world’s greatest man. Unfortunately, he’s from a dirt poor family and works a fish cannery. His megalomania is s ...more
An ugly little debut with First Novel written all over it. It's not difficult to see why it remained unpublished during Fante's lifetime. The most surprising and disappointing aspect is how unrecognizable Bandini is here compared to the glorious Ask the Dust (see my review), offensive and obnoxious compared to bold and brilliant.

Fante does a good job channeling the arrogance of youth, and a lot of the discrepancies between the two Bandinis could probably be chalked up to just that, in addition t
So, this is the book that was denied, the book which Fante had troubles having it published. His first novel but was published in a posthumous way.

His darkest novel, the general tone in this book is shallowed, treating themes which at that time (1933) were considered delicate, such as theft, murder, sexuality and hatred. You could tell that this was Fante's first novel, the writing even if recognizable feels extremley raw, something different from the rest of his work, there's no restraint, Fan
William Thomas
a beautifully vulgar account of growing up catholic in a repressive household. much more true to the actual events of early adulthood than Catcher in the Rye, and i say that begrudgingly. This read like a gorgeous but filthy version of raplh ellison's 'invisible man'. i would have preferred john fante to never have written books as these because it makes my own writing seem as if it is nothing more than a copycat, and a poor one at that.
this reminds me a lot of confederacy of if you like that book, you will love this one. i am not such a fan of that kind of character, i am not sure why some people find him so funny but there are other redeeming/actually funny things that happen in this book. i haven't explored the rest of john fante so maybe i will appreciate this book more if i read more - or so i understand.
Ben Loory
the war against the crab section was unbelievable. the rest was mainly annoying.
The first three chapters are well-paced and have pulled me in. Although it's Fante's first novel (which wasn't published until after his death), this takes place after Wait Until Spring, Bandini

UPDATE: The protagonist is ostentatiously verbose in his conversations with others, using colorfully large words like bobdingnagian. He's especially vigorous when excoriating his sister. He postures as a writer for quite a while before he actually writes anything.

There is a lot of gratuitous destruction i
Dang. I mean, I liked this, but I felt pretty awful reading it. There's no real narrative drive, so the only thing keeping you going is basically to see what this narcissistic, racist, misogynistic—basically psychopathic—narrator will do next. And it's not like he's going around killing people or burning down buildings, but just basically being an asshole. I laughed a few times, sure, and I also cringed a bunch. The fact (or anyway, the rumor/idea—I don't really know anything about Fante) that t ...more
If the book were any longer, I might have given it two stars. Since it was only 166 pages, I can't be too mad at it. This was Fante's first novel written in the Bandini Quartet, but was the last to be published. I'm a continuity stickler, so I struggled with the different family, circumstances and location of this family compared to the one in "Wait Until Spring, Bandini". The main character is just hard to spend any time with due to his immaturity and grandiosity. The writing can be spotty and ...more
Pretty gruesome at times but a good book. Reminds me of The Stranger by Camus a bit. Bandini is very judgmental and hypocritical which i think is the ironic theme throughout the book. Like he hates his bosses cause they don't keep inventory or are dishonest and yet he's stealing from them. He hates his sister cause she wants to be a nun and yet he is speaking to God or trying to play God himself, he hated being referred to as a Dago and yet he goes out and is horribly racist to his coworkers. It ...more
I'm glad that is over. There were bright spots - little ones. I'm glad I read 'Wait Until Spring, Bandini' first. That is a great book.

This became so tedious as Arturo would drone on and on about his fantasies and how great he was, and he was a writer, beyond all others in intellect and wit.

I know the book is about a kid, who has a way to go to maturity, but my God, there were passages that made my head almost explode.

Internally I was yelling at Arturo, "get on with it, please your killing me".
I loved this book. Being John Fante's first novel it's the story of a precocious, rude, wannabe-writer, would-be intellectual who uses fancy words and quotes from Nietzsche he half the time doesn't get himself to separate himself from the riff raff, such as the possee working in the fisheries. It is a very blunt book for its time, and I would say there is no literature today that is any more extreme, nasty, subversive than this book written over half a century ago.
And while the great Arturo Ban
I have to admit it was somewhat of a struggle to get through this book. I am thankful that this wasn't my first read by the otherwise amazing John Fante. The lack of continuity with the family threw me off and is never really explained. It's no "Ask the Dust" that is for sure. And I also enjoyed, "Wait until Spring, Bandini" very much as well. I am surely going to embark on the other member of the Bandini series, Dreams from Bunker Hill. Fante is a great writer, I can drink in his work for the m ...more
Still reading. But I get it. Arturo is a reader. And likes to be verbose. Ostentatiously so. And he can't hold a job. But writing pages and pages of it doesn't make it any better. I get the point now let's move on. Oh, but of course a famous writer writes pages and pages of the same thing and it's a great book. I guess people can stand that. I can't. This is drivel compared to wait until spring. For a short book its still too long. The crab killing might thrill some people and probably make them ...more
Beverly Rosendahl
Love this novel by John Fante as well! He is a talented story teller, and could connect with the readers with his emotionally raw writing. This is a good book to read!
I was pleased to see others noted as well that the main character and unreliable narrator in The Road to Los Angeles and several other Fante novels, Arturo Bandini, is a literary antecedent of Holden Caulfield.

Can't be, you say, Fante gave birth to The Great Bandini in 1935-36, but wiki says JD Salinger first used Caulfield in 1942 for a story printed in 1945. Even though TRTLA was only published in 1985 posthumously, the other Bandini books, notably Ask The Dust was published in 1939. Well may
Karol Gajda
As far as The Saga of Arturo Bandini is concerned there are some grave continuity problems. In Book 1 he has two younger brothers. In book 2 (this one) he has a younger sister. Maybe continuity problems are to be expected in novels that were published out of order over the span of 50 years.

But it doesn't matter. The Road To Los Angeles is hilarious. Arturo Bandini reminds me a lot of Ignatius Reilly (from A Confederacy of Dunces) in this book. To confuse you a bit: in my review of Hunger by Knut

Stilul lui Fante este tragic și în același timp conține un umor caustic, pe care Arturo Bandini îl varsă în capul oricui îi tulbură liniștea. În Drumul spre Los Angeles, îl vedem pe Arturo Bandini la douăzeci de ani, în plină încercare de a deveni scriitor. Sărăcia și copilăria traumatizantă îi formează lui Bandini o platoșă împotriva lumii și a convențiilor ei; deplin conștient că fără bani nu va putea vreodată să arate prezentabil și nici să ajungă un renume al literaturii, tânărul Bandini se
Sep 15, 2011 ilaria rated it 5 of 5 stars
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Bandini è da prendere a schiaffi, ma è irresistibile. Un superuomo comunista. In realtà ne conosco parecchi.

"Deve essere stato amore, ma poteva anche essere il suo costume da bagno bianco."

"Un matto, uno svitato. Fuori di testa, le dico, fuori di testa. Eh già: troppe donne, e della specie sbagliata. Avrebbe dovuto sentire che discorsi. Da pazzo. Il più fottuto bugiardo della contea di Los Angeles. Aveva le allucinazioni. Sogni di gloria delusi. Minacce contro la società."

It's patchy but much better than I expected. I had put off reading this because most Fante websites have negative reviews of it; however, it is very good in places.

The main character is a classic narcissistic personality which makes him not very likable and very annoying. The description of him (all show, not tell) is so spot on that it's scary.

There is a thumb biting homage to Hamsun's Hunger and a good description of a young writer's first attempt a a novel and his realization that it is junk.
While I didn't connect with this the way I did Ask the Dust, I still love Fante's prose, dialog and wit, even if the story was a little flat. I've never visited Depression-era, lower-class Los Angeles, but this book certainly puts you in the middle of it; the man can build a world in a sentence or two. Fante is one of Charles Bukowski's greatest stated influences, which led me to checking out his work, though Fante's books are just a little softer around the edges. But not by much. The 1st Perso ...more
“…un autor vibrante y mayúsculo, quizás el mejor punto de contacto entre Hemingway y Kerouac, Steinbeck y Carver, o Fitzgerald y Bukowski”, falla Leonardo Tarifeño sobre John Fante, ese hijo de inmigrantes italianos que dedicó su vida a la literatura pero sólo halló reconocimiento tras dejar de existir; un autor semiproscrito, relegado en su tiempo, pero que hoy en día goza de notable popularidad. Leí su primera novela, “Camino de Los Ángeles” (aunque fue publicada después de fenecer), para corr ...more
Jun 05, 2011 Jennie rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Fans of Fante
Recommended to Jennie by: Brian
I'm glad I read Ask the Dust before reading this book... The first few chapters were promising until the book took a nosedive into something very annoying and difficult to enjoy. I can't tell if it was because Arturo is such a hatable anti-hero, or if was the writing itself that bothered me. But anyway, there were still a lot of small gems that popped up throughout the course of the novel, so if you enjoy John Fante, I definitely wouldn't pass this up.
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Fante's early years were spent in relative poverty. The son of an Italian born father, Nicola Fante, and an Italian-American mother, Mary Capolungo, Fante was educated in various Catholic schools in Boulder, Colorado and briefly attended the University of Colorado.

In 1929, he dropped out of college and moved to Southern California to concentrate on his writing. He lived and worked in Wilmington, L
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Other Books in the Series

The Saga of Arthur Bandini (4 books)
  • Wait Until Spring, Bandini (The Saga of Arthur Bandini, #1)
  • Ask the Dust (The Saga of Arthur Bandini, #3)
  • Dreams from Bunker Hill (The Saga of Arthur Bandini, #4)
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“IT'S MORNING, TIME to get up, so get up, Arturo, and look for a job. Get out there and look for what you'll never find. You're a thief and you're a crab-killer and a lover of women in clothes closets. You'll never find a job!
Every morning I got up feeling like that. Now I've got to find a job, damn it to hell. I ate breakfast, put a book under my arm, pencils in my pocket, and started out. Down the stairs I went, down the street, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, sometimes foggy and sometimes clear. It never mattered, with a book under my arm, looking for a job.
What job, Arturo? Ho ho! A job for you? Think of what you are, my boy! A crab-killer. A thief. You look at naked women in clothes closets. And you expect to get a job! How funny! But there he goes, the idiot, with a big book. Where the devil are you going, Arturo? Why do you go up this street and not that? Why go east - why not go west? Answer me, you thief! Who'll give you a job, you swine - who? But there's a park across town, Arturo. It's called Banning Park. There are a lot of beautiful eucalyptus trees in it, and green lawns. What a place to read! Go there, Arturo. Read Nietzsche. Read Schopenhauer. Get into the company of the mighty. A job? fooey! Go sit under a eucalyptus tree reading a book looking for a job. ”
“Dear Woman Who Gave Me Life:

The callous vexations and perturbations of this night have subsequently resolved
themselves to a state which precipitates me, Arturo Bandini, into a
brobdingnagian and gargantuan decision. I inform you of this in no uncertain
terms. Ergo, I now leave you and your ever charming daughter (my beloved sister
Mona) and seek the fabulous usufructs of my incipient career in profound
solitude. Which is to say, tonight I depart for the metropolis to the east — our
own Los Angeles, the city of angels. I entrust you to the benign generosity of your brother, Frank Scarpi, who is, as the phrase has it, a good family man
(sic!). I am penniless but I urge you in no uncertain terms to cease your
cerebral anxiety about my destiny, for truly it lies in the palm of the immortal gods. I have made the lamentable discovery over a period of years that living
with you and Mona is deleterious to the high and magnanimous purpose of Art, and I repeat to you in no uncertain terms that I am an artist, a creator beyond question. And, per se, the fumbling fulminations of cerebration and intellect find little fruition in the debauched, distorted hegemony that we poor mortals, for lack of a better and more concise terminology, call home. In no uncertain
terms I give you my love and blessing, and I swear to my sincerity, when I say
in no uncertain terms that I not only forgive you for what has ruefully
transpired this night, but for all other nights. Ergo, I assume in no uncertain terms that you will reciprocate in kindred fashion. May I say in conclusion that I have much to thank you for, O woman who breathed the breath of life into my
brain of destiny? Aye, it is, it is.


Arturo Gabriel Bandini.

Suitcase in hand, I walked down to the depot. There was a ten-minute wait for
the midnight train for Los Angeles. I sat down and began to think about the new novel.”
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