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Ask the Dust (The Saga of Arturo Bandini, #3)
by (shelved 19 times as fante)
avg rating 4.10 — 39,997 ratings — published 1939
The Road to Los Angeles (The Saga of Arturo Bandini, #2)
by (shelved 14 times as fante)
avg rating 3.78 — 8,118 ratings — published 1985
Wait Until Spring, Bandini (The Saga of Arturo Bandini, #1)
by (shelved 14 times as fante)
avg rating 4.10 — 14,859 ratings — published 1938
Dreams from Bunker Hill (The Saga of Arturo Bandini, #4)
by (shelved 11 times as fante)
avg rating 4.07 — 5,947 ratings — published
The Brotherhood of the Grape (Paperback)
by (shelved 8 times as fante)
avg rating 4.16 — 6,504 ratings — published 1977
1933 Was a Bad Year (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as fante)
avg rating 4.02 — 3,935 ratings — published 1985
West of Rome (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as fante)
avg rating 4.00 — 2,422 ratings — published 1985
The Wine of Youth: Selected Stories (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as fante)
avg rating 4.07 — 2,359 ratings — published 1985
Full of Life: A Definitive Biography of John Fante and His Los Angeles Muse (Paperback)
by (shelved 3 times as fante)
avg rating 4.01 — 3,956 ratings — published 1952
The Big Hunger: John Fante's Lost and Recently-Discovered Stories (Paperback)
by (shelved 2 times as fante)
avg rating 4.07 — 948 ratings — published 2000
The Complete Works of Fante Bukowski (Hardcover)
by (shelved 1 time as fante)
avg rating 4.27 — 378 ratings — published 2020
Selected Letters, 1932-1981 (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fante)
avg rating 3.85 — 164 ratings — published 1991
Short Dog: Cab Driver Stories from the L.A. Streets (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fante)
avg rating 3.79 — 396 ratings — published 2005
Spitting Off Tall Buildings (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fante)
avg rating 3.82 — 640 ratings — published 2002
The Stranger (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fante)
avg rating 4.03 — 1,442,363 ratings — published 1942
“She had no need in her heart for either book or magazine. She had her own way of escape, her own passage into contentment: her rosary. That string of white beads, the tiny links worn in a dozen places and held together by strands of white thread which in turn broke regularly, was, bead for bead, her quiet flight out of the world. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. And Maria began to climb. Bead for bead, life and living fell away. Hail Mary, Hail Mary. Dream without sleep encompassed her. Passion without flesh lulled her. Love without death crooned the melody of belief. She was away: she was free; she was no longer Maria, American or Italian, poor or rich, with or without electric washing machines and vacuum cleaners; here was the land of all-possessing. Hail Mary, Hail Mary, over and over, a thousand and a hundred thousand times, prayer upon prayer, the sleep of the body, the escape of the mind, the death of memory, the slipping away of pain, the deep silent reverie of belief. Hail Mary and Hail Mary. It was for this that she lived.”
― Wait Until Spring, Bandini
― Wait Until Spring, Bandini
“I tossed my shoulders and swaggered away, whistling with pleasure. In the gutter I saw a long cigaret butt. I picked it up without shame, lit it as I stood with one foot in the gutter, puffed it and exhaled toward the stars. I was an American, and goddamn proud of it.”
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