Frederick Turner



Frederick Turner is the author or editor of a dozen books, including Into the Heart of Life: Henry Miller at One Hundred. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

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Average rating: 3.76 · 226 ratings · 53 reviews · 47 distinct worksSimilar authors
Renegade: Henry Miller and ...

3.70 avg rating — 61 ratings — published 2012 — 5 editions
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The Go-Between

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Spirit of Place: The Making...

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3.83 avg rating — 6 ratings — published 1990 — 2 editions
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Redemption

2.80 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 2006 — 2 editions
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Genesis

4.42 avg rating — 31 ratings — published 1988 — 5 editions
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1929

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Epic: Form, Content, and Hi...

4.50 avg rating — 4 ratings — published 2012 — 9 editions
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The New World

4.38 avg rating — 24 ratings — published 1985 — 5 editions
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Apocalypse: An Epic Poem

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Culture of Hope: A New Birt...

4.45 avg rating — 11 ratings — published 1995 — 6 editions
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More books by Frederick Turner…
“Ours is a shockingly dead view of creation. We ourselves are the only things in the universe to which we grant an authentic vitality, and because of this we are not fully alive.”
Frederick Turner

“The color and shape of flowers are a precise record of what bees find attractive”
Frederick Turner, Beauty: The Value of Values

“Jazz as Herman has come to know it is part of the big come-on. Get ‘em in and get ‘em loaded. Get ‘em loaded and get ‘em laid. Get ‘em laid and get ‘em out. And all the while the band made noise, laid down the beat. When you got laid, you jazzed your girl, but you didn’t want to the hit the street with jazz still on our pants… and, what the hell, jazz is jazz… and the dance floor and the tables, too, completely filled and the temperature going up and up, the faces of the dancers shining with sweat and excitement. Because they’ve surrendered as well, all of them, the booze beginning to take hold, its toxic contents roaring through their veins, mounting into the heads topped with brilliantined hair or bobbed, the girls’ cheeks flushed like rose petals and the flush creeping down their swanlike necks, past the strings of paste that for tonight are agreed to be the real thing.”
Frederick Turner, 1929



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