Frases de John Fante

John Fante fue un escritor estadounidense. Nacido en una familia humilde de origen italiano, estudió en la Universidad de Colorado y se mudó a California, donde ambientó la mayoría de sus novelas. Son constantes de sus obras: la pobreza, el catolicismo en relación a la comunidad italoamericana y la incomunicación en la familia o en la pareja. Su trabajo más conocido es Ask the Dust , una novela semiautobigráfica acerca de la vida en Los Angeles, California, la segunda de una serie de cuatro novelas, ahora conocidas como "la saga de Arturo Bandini". Trabajó como guionista en Hollywood y dedicó su vida a la literatura, aunque sólo alcanzó el pleno reconocimiento de la crítica y del público después de su muerte.

Aunque se considera a Charles Bukowski como el máximo representante del "realismo sucio", éste ha reconocido que en realidad se inspiró en John Fante, afirmando que él era uno de sus principales autores de referencia. En los últimos tiempos, y gracias también a Bukowski y a John Martin, editor de ambos, la obra de Fante ha sido reeditada y divulgada. Wikipedia  

✵ 8. abril 1909 – 8. mayo 1983   •   Otros nombres جان فانته, Џон Фанте, جون فانتي, ჯონ ფანტე
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Frases célebres de John Fante

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John Fante: Frases en inglés

“Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?”

John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Fuente: Ask the Dust

“You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.”

John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Fuente: Ask the Dust

“I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.”

John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Fuente: Ask the Dust

“Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.”

John Fante libro The Brotherhood of the Grape

Fuente: The Brotherhood of the Grape (1977)
Contexto: Nobody crossed him without a battle. He disliked almost everything, particularly his wife, his children, his neighbors, his church, his priest, his town, his state, his country, and the country from which he emigrated. Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the sun or the stars, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.

“Far down the street I saw the building where Vera lived. Hanging from the wall, like a man crucified, was the bed.”

John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Fuente: Ask the Dust (1939), Chapter Twelve

“I went up to my room, up the dusty stairs of Bunker Hill, past the soot-covered frame buildings along that dark street, sand and oil and grease choking the futile palm trees standing like dying prisoners, chained to a little plot of ground with black pavement hiding their feet. Dust and old buildings and old people sitting at windows, old people tottering out of doors, old people moving painfully along the dark street. The old folk from Indiana and Iowa and Illinois, from Boston and Kansas City and Des Moines, they sold their homes and their stores, and they came here by train and by automobile to the land of sunshine, to die in the sun, with just enough money to live until the sun killed them, tore themselves out by the roots in their last days, deserted the smug prosperity of Kansas City and Chicago and Peoria to find a place in the sun. And when they got here they found that other and greater thieves had already taken possession, that even the sun belonged to the others; Smith and Jones and Parker, druggist, banker, baker, dust of Chicago and Cincinnati and Cleveland on their shoes, doomed to die in the sun, a few dollars in the bank, enough to subscribe to the Los Angeles Times, enough to keep alive the illusion that this was paradise, that their little papier-mâché homes were castles. The uprooted ones, the empty sad folks, the old and the young folks, the folks from back home. These were my countrymen, these were the new Californians. With their bright polo shirts and sunglasses, they were in paradise, they belonged.”

John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

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