Jоhn Edwаrd Williаmѕ (August 29, 1922 – Mаrсh 3, 1994) wаѕ an Amеriсаn аuthоr, еditоr аnd рrоfеѕѕоr.
Hе wаѕ bеѕt known fоr his nоvеlѕ Stоnеr (1965) and Augustus (1972).
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John Edward Williams Novel
She spoke as if the future were a hypothetical problem to be solved. John Edward Williams
She spoke as if the future were a hypothetical problem to be solved.
Finch turned to the other men and without raising his voice managed to call out to them. John Edward Williams
Finch turned to the other men and without raising his voice managed to call out to them.
Every victory enlarges the magnitude of our possible defeat. John Edward Williams
Every victory enlarges the magnitude of our possible defeat.
She turned to him and pulled her lips in what he knew must be a smile. “Not at all. I’m having a lovely time. Really. John Edward Williams
She turned to him and pulled her lips in what he knew must be a smile. “Not at all. I’m having a lovely time. Really.
He looked at them curiously, as if he had not seen them before, and felt very distant from them and very close to them. John Edward Williams
He looked at them curiously, as if he had not seen them before, and felt very distant from them and very close to them.
Within a month he knew that his marriage was a failure; within a year he stopped hoping that it would improve. John Edward Williams
Within a month he knew that his marriage was a failure; within a year he stopped hoping that it would improve.
For a few moments in the evening, then, they talked quietly and casually, as if they were old friends or exhausted enemies. John Edward Williams
For a few moments in the evening, then, they talked quietly and casually, as if they were old friends or exhausted enemies.
So we are of the world, after all; we should have known that. We did know it, I believe; but we had to withdraw a little, pretend a little, so that we could— John Edward Williams
So we are of the world, after all; we should have known that. We did know it, I believe; but we had to withdraw a little, pretend a little, so that we could—
He was gripped by what he could think of only as numbness, though he knew it was a feeling compounded of emotions so deep and intense that they could not be acknowledged because they could not be lived with. John Edward Williams
He was gripped by what he could think of only as numbness, though he knew it was a feeling compounded of emotions so deep and intense that they could not be acknowledged because they could not be lived with.
When he had thought of death before, he had thought of it either as a literary event or as the slow, quiet attrition of time against imperfect flesh. John Edward Williams
When he had thought of death before, he had thought of it either as a literary event or as the slow, quiet attrition of time against imperfect flesh.
Like all lovers, they spoke much of themselves, as if they might thereby understand the world which made them possible. John Edward Williams
Like all lovers, they spoke much of themselves, as if they might thereby understand the world which made them possible.
He felt the logic of grammar, and he thought he perceived how it spread out from itself, permeating the language and supporting human thought. John Edward Williams
He felt the logic of grammar, and he thought he perceived how it spread out from itself, permeating the language and supporting human thought.
