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Condition: Fair Cover: discoloured, scuffed; wear at edges, particularly top of spine. Spine curled. Page edges dusty, scuffed. Front endpapers: fading bookseller's stamp and lengthy comments by previous owner in pencil. Rear endpaper has very short pencil marking. Pages browning but otherwise clean. Plot / Content: [despite 20th century cover, story is set in 19th century USA] "Winner of the Julius Rosenwald Fellowship and the Eugene Saxton Award, Thomas Hal Phillips' brilliant novel tells of three men and the strange and beautiful relationship that grows up between them. Sensitively and sympathetically written, it lays bare all the facets of their friendship - the mutual closeness and understanding, the ever-present guilt and repression - and the homosexuality common to them all." (from the cover) Background / Biography:
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Quote from this book "he was nearing the edge of Vicksburg where the buildigs lay scattered along the knolls like stalks from wild seed. Below him, at the water's edge, a white circle of moke lifted above a boat, and after a moment he heard the damp chill whistle. He hurried on, for already he was late. He had told his father they would be late, but he knew that his father did not care. now, alone, he rushed toward the edge of the canal that branched away from the river like a small swollen teat and he could see the crowd lined along the bank where the track stretched away - a long table of smooth dry silt. At the far end of the track, hanging between two poles, was a wide, waving canvas bearing the label: VICKSBURG SPRING RACES. His heart quickened with each step but a sense of easiness was coming over him, for he thought, It's all over - I won't have to run. When he reached the uneven fringe of the crowd, he heard the deep-reaching voice of the starter: 'First call for eighth-grade contestants, the final and last race . . .' He pushed through the crowd, holding his bundle in his hand, and came to the starter. He stopped quickly and his lips stalled, for the man held in onehand a list of names and in the other hand he held a long bronze duelling pistol. The starter looked down, his round face seeming to jut forward. 'You in this race?'" opening paragraphs Secondhand booksellers |
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