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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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“"¡Perdona mi cuerpo!" ella dijo. Ella extendió sus brazos hacia mí, las lágrimas corrían por sus mejillas. "¡Piensa en mi alma!" ella dijo. "¡Mi alma es tan hermosa, puede traerte tanto! ¡No es tan fea como mi carne!"”

John Fante

“La sensación de estar cometiendo un pecado estaba bien para pasar un rato, pero al final resultaba agotador.”

John Fante

The Wine of Youth

“Si dejaba de creer podía venirme abajo, perder el ritmo, regalar bases a los bateadores. Joder, sí, tenía dudas, pero las reprimía. Ya era bastante dura la vida de un pitcher para que encima tuviera que perder la fe en Dios.”

John Fante

“¿Y de qué le sirve a un hombre ganar el mundo entero si pierde su alma?”

John Fante libro The Road to Los Angeles

The Road to Los Angeles

John Fante: Frases en inglés

“She laughed and began undressing. She was brown underneath, but it was natural brown and not a tan. I was white and ghostlike. There was a blob of heaviness at my stomach. I pulled it in to hide it. She looked at the whiteness, at my loins and legs, and smiled. I was glad when she walked toward the water.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“A bell was supposed to ring when the bull's eye was hit. Not a sound. I emptied the gun, sniffed the tart stench of powder, and made a face. Tim and Camilla laughed at the sissy. By now a crowd had gathered on the sidewalk. They all shared Camilla's disgust, for it was a contagious thing, and I felt it too.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“So this was where she lived! I smelled it, touched it with my fingers, walked through it with my feet. It was as I had imagined. This was her home. Blindfolded I could have acknowledged the place, for her odor possessed it, her fevered, lost existence proclaimed it as part of a hopeless scheme. An apartment on Temple Street, and apartment in Los Angeles.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed, and now they were beliefs I felt were myths.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“But the room seemed so poor, pleading for warmth and joy. Vera Rivken's room. She had been nice to Arturo Bandini, and she was poor. I took the small roll from my pocket, peeled off two one dollar bills, and laid them on the table. Then I walked down the stairs, my lungs full of air, elated, my muscles so much stronger than ever before.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“A cop won't pick you up for vagrancy in Los Angeles if you wear a fancy polo shirt and a pair of sunglasses. But if there is dust on your shoes and that sweater you wear is thick like the sweaters they wear in the snow countries, he'll grab you.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Far out across the Mojave there arose the shimmer of heat. I made my way up the path to the Ford. In the seat was a copy of my book, my first book. I found a pencil, opened the book to the fly leaf, and wrote: To Camilla, with love, Arturo I carried the book a hundred yards into the desolation, toward the southeast. With all my might I threw it far out in the direction she had gone. Then I got into the car, started the engine, and drove back to Los Angeles.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Fuente: Ask the Dust (1939), Chapter Nineteen

“I tried to answer but she interrupted and went off in a Barrymore manner, speaking deeply and tragically; murmuring of the pity of it all, the stupidity of it all, the absurdity of a hopelessly bad writer like myself buried in a cheap hotel in Los Angeles, California, of all places, writing banal things the world would never read and never get a chance to forget.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Camilla cooked breakfast for us, and we ate from plates on our laps. The fare was fried corn meal and bacon and eggs. Sammy ate with the peculiar robustness of unhealthy people. After the meal, Camilla gathered the tin plates and washed them. Then she had her own breakfast, seated in a far corner, quiet except for the sound of her fork against the tin plate.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Standing at the mirror, I tilted my hat over one eye and examined myself. The image in the glass seemed only vaguely familiar. I didn't like my new tie, so I took off my coat and tried another. I didn't like the change either. All at once everything began to irritate me. The stiff collar was strangling me. The shoes pinched my feet. The pants smelled like a clothing store basement and were too tight in the crotch. Sweat broke out at my temples where the hat band squeezed my skull. Suddenly I began to itch, and when I moved everything crackled like a paper sack. My nostrils picked up the powerful stench of lotions, and I grimaced. Mother in Heaven, what had happened to the old Bandini, author of The Little Dog Laughed? Could this hog-tied, strangling buffoon be the creator of The Long Lost Hills?”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

I pulled everything off, washed the smells out of my hair, and climbed into my old clothes.
Fuente: Ask the Dust (1939), Chapter Eight

“You'll eat hamburgers year after year and live in dusty, vermin-infested apartments and hotels, but every morning you'll see the mighty sun, the eternal blue of the sky, and the streets will be full of sleek women you never will possess, and the hot semitropical nights will reek of romance you'll never have, but you'll still be in paradise, boys, in the land of sunshine.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“That night I slept there, but the next morning I began to hate the place. With her there it was part of a dream; without her, it was a house. I packed my things into the rumble seat and drove back to Los Angeles.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“She sat there, the white of saliva at the ends of her mouth, her teeth gritted, her hands pulling at her long hair, her face fighting off a scream, but it didn't matter; she could scream if she liked, for Arturo Bandini wasn't queer, there was nothing at all wrong with Arturo Bandini; why, he had a passion like six men, that boy, he had felt it coming to the surface: some guy, mighty writer, mighty lover; right with the world, right with his prose.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Every move she made, the soft turn of her neck, the large breasts swelling under the smock, her fine hands upon the bed, the fingers spread out, these things disturbed me, a sweet painful heaviness dragging me into stupor. Then the sound of her voice, restrained, hinting of mockery, a voice that talked to my blood and bones.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman would not be so maimed, and neither would the world, and if it wasn't for you I could have had Camilla Lopez down at the beach, but no!”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Fuente: Ask the Dust (1939), Chapter Eleven

“I watched him tiptoe toward the barn door. I cursed him and waited tensely. In a little while I heard the mooing of a cow. It was a piteous cry. Then I heard a thud and a scuffle of hoofs. Out of the barn door came Hellfrick. Across his shoulder lay a dark mass, weighing him down. Behind him, mooing continually, a cow followed…It was a calf, blood spurting from a gash between the ears…I was sick, very sick. It was plain murder.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“Below us the breakers flayed the land with white fists. They retreated and came back to flay it again. As each breaker retreated, the shoreline broke into an ever-widening grin. We coasted in second down the spiral road, the black pavement perspiring, fog tongues licking it. the air was so clean. We breathed it gratefully. There was no dust here.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“So down to Main Street and to Fifth Street, to the long dark bars, to the King Edward Cellar, and there a girl with yellow hair and sickness in her smile. Her name was Jean, she was thin and tubercular, but she was hard too, so anxious to get my money, her languid mouth for my lips, her long fingers at my trousers, her sickly lovely eyes watching every dollar bill.”

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Ask the Dust (1939)

“In a little while all resistance was gone, and I knocked on Hellfrick's door. His room was madness, pulp western magazines over the floor, a bed with sheets blackened, clothes strewn everywhere, and clothes-hooks on the wall conspicuously naked, like broken teeth in a skull. There were dishes on the chairs, cigaret butts pressed out on the window sills…He was always drinking, day and night, but he never got drunk.”

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Ask the Dust (1939)

“Then she came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand. "Here," she offered. "A cool drink." But it wasn't cool at all, it was almost hot, and there was a yellowish scum on the top, and sipping it I tasted her lips and the strong food she ate, a taste of rye bread and Camembert cheese.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ask the Dust (1939)

“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.”

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John Fante libro The Brotherhood of the Grape

The Brotherhood of the Grape (1977)

“Tonight there was music in the saloon, a piano and a violin; two fat women with hard masculine faces and short haircuts. Their song was Over the Waves.”

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John Fante libro Pregúntale al polvo

Ta de da da, and I watched Camilla dancing with her beer tray. Her hair was so black, so deep and clustered, like grapes hiding her neck. This was a sacred place, this saloon. Everything here was holy, the chairs, the tables, that rag in her hand, that sawdust under her feet. She was a Mayan princess and this was her castle. I watched the tattered huaraches glide across the floor, and I wanted those huaraches. I would like them to hold in my hands against my chest when I fell asleep. I would like to hold them and breathe the odor of them.
Ask the Dust (1939)

“The afternoon moved like lava.”

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John Fante libro The Road to Los Angeles

Fuente: The 'Arturo Bandini' novels, The Road to Los Angeles (written 1935; published in 1985), Ch.20 - p.371

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