A Death in the Family
Forty years after its original publication, James Agee's last novel seems, more than ever, an American classic. For in his lyrical, sorrowful account of a man's death and its impact on his family, Agee painstakingly created a small world of domestic happiness and then showed how quickly and casually it could be destroyed.
On a sultry summer night in 1915, Jay Follet leaves his house in Knoxville, Tennessee, to tend to his father, whom he believes is dying. The summons turns out to be a false alarm, but on his way back to his family, Jay has a car accident and is killed instantly. Dancing back and forth in time and braiding the viewpoints of Jay's wife, brother, and young son, Rufus, Agee creates an overwhelmingly powerful novel of innocence, tenderness, and loss that should be read aloud for the sheer music of its prose.
"An utterly individual and original book...one of the most deeply worked out expressions of human feeling that I have ever read."--Alfred Kazin, New York Times Book Review
"It is, in the full sense, poetry....The language of the book, at once luminous and discreet...remains in the mind."--New Republic
"People I know who readA Death in the Familyforty years ago still talk about it. So do I. It is a great book, and I'm happy to see it done anew."--Andre Dubus, author ofDancing After HoursandMeditations From A Moveable Chair
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - MSarki - LibraryThing
Pretty good book, but not as good as hyped. Not an easy read mainly because it is written in a style too easy to read. Too much family for me, and I suppose that has the most to do with what I feel is ... Read full review
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