Thomas Wolfe (1900 - 1938)
Not to be confused with Tom Wolfe.
He "came up" on our walk today (the 3 amigos = 2 amigos + 1 amiga). While I was visiting Pere Lachaise my friend was visiting Wolfe's grave (and also O. Henry's) in Asheville. Apparently (didn't know) Wolfe was born there, and is buried there. Not really a fan but I remember trying to read, trying to love, Look Homeward, Angel (not sure I ever got to the end) when I was a kid: I could still half-remember the very poetic beginning: a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
A quick google and I easily come up with criticism that agrees with what I thought then: overwritten: undisciplined autobiography. Still, as I vaguely recall, some beautiful language amid the excess.
Seeing who Wolfe supposedly influenced, via Wiki (see below), probably partly explains why I didn't latch on.
My friend may send a photo or two. If so I'll post.
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Thomas Clayton Wolfe (October 3, 1900 – September 15, 1938) was a major American novelist of the early 20th century.[1]
Wolfe wrote four lengthy novels, plus many short stories, dramatic works and novellas. He is known for mixing highly original, poetic, rhapsodic, and impressionistic prose with autobiographical writing. His books, written and published from the 1920s to the 1940s, vividly reflect on American culture and mores of the period, albeit filtered through Wolfe's sensitive, sophisticated and hyper-analytical perspective. He became very famous during his own lifetime.[1]
After Wolfe's death, his chief contemporary William Faulkner said that Wolfe may have had the best talent of their generation.[1][2] Wolfe's influence extends to the writings of famous Beat writer Jack Kerouac, authors Ray Bradbury and Philip Roth, among others. He remains one of the most important writers in modern American literature, as he was one of the first masters of autobiographical fiction. He is considered North Carolina's most famous writer.[3]
[From Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Wolfe]
He "came up" on our walk today (the 3 amigos = 2 amigos + 1 amiga). While I was visiting Pere Lachaise my friend was visiting Wolfe's grave (and also O. Henry's) in Asheville. Apparently (didn't know) Wolfe was born there, and is buried there. Not really a fan but I remember trying to read, trying to love, Look Homeward, Angel (not sure I ever got to the end) when I was a kid: I could still half-remember the very poetic beginning: a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
A quick google and I easily come up with criticism that agrees with what I thought then: overwritten: undisciplined autobiography. Still, as I vaguely recall, some beautiful language amid the excess.
Seeing who Wolfe supposedly influenced, via Wiki (see below), probably partly explains why I didn't latch on.
My friend may send a photo or two. If so I'll post.
*
Thomas Clayton Wolfe (October 3, 1900 – September 15, 1938) was a major American novelist of the early 20th century.[1]
Wolfe wrote four lengthy novels, plus many short stories, dramatic works and novellas. He is known for mixing highly original, poetic, rhapsodic, and impressionistic prose with autobiographical writing. His books, written and published from the 1920s to the 1940s, vividly reflect on American culture and mores of the period, albeit filtered through Wolfe's sensitive, sophisticated and hyper-analytical perspective. He became very famous during his own lifetime.[1]
After Wolfe's death, his chief contemporary William Faulkner said that Wolfe may have had the best talent of their generation.[1][2] Wolfe's influence extends to the writings of famous Beat writer Jack Kerouac, authors Ray Bradbury and Philip Roth, among others. He remains one of the most important writers in modern American literature, as he was one of the first masters of autobiographical fiction. He is considered North Carolina's most famous writer.[3]
[From Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Wolfe]
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