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).
The lаttе...
John Edward Williams Novel
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.
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.
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.
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.
Every victory enlarges the magnitude of our possible defeat. John Edward Williams
Every victory enlarges the magnitude of our possible defeat.
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.
To read without joy is stupid. John Edward Williams
To read without joy is stupid.
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.
When at last he came to his decision, it seemed to him that he had known all along what it would be. John Edward Williams
When at last he came to his decision, it seemed to him that he had known all along what it would be.
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.
She had never been alone to care for her own self one day of her life, nor could it ever have occurred to her that she might become responsible for the well- being of another. John Edward Williams
She had never been alone to care for her own self one day of her life, nor could it ever have occurred to her that she might become responsible for the well- being of another.
