Wait Until Spring, Bandini
He came along, kicking the snow. Here was a disgusted man. His name was Svevo Bandini, and he lived three blocks down that street. He was cold and there were holes in his shoes. That morning he had patched the holes on the inside with pieces of cardboard from a macaroni box. The macaroni in that box was not paid for. He had thought of that as he placed the cardboard inside his shoes.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - rimbo90 - LibraryThing
Like I have seen in a lot of other comments about this book, I discovered Fante via Bukowski. This, to date, is the only book I have read by him but I found it brilliant. Very absorbing and beautiful ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - blanderson - LibraryThing
Choppy opening, before Fante hits his pissed off, nihilistic stride. Heartwarming and funny, the sort of stories where you feel bad for someone and want to wring their neck at the same time. Read full review