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Gaywyck
by Vincent Virga

Publisher: Avon
New York, NY, USA

Year


1980 FIRST EDITION       
Cover / size: Paperback / h 17.7 cm * w 10.5 cm / 376 pp

Dustjacket?   no

ISBN: 0380758202

Rating explanation

G
Arbery Ref:   000549


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Virga: Gaywyck






Condition: Fair

Cover: front severely damaged (clic on picture above); spine and back discoloured. Page edges (red) dusty and fading. Short ink inscription on pre-title page; long review in ink on title page; pages browning but otherwise clean. Price reflects damaged cover.



Plot / Content:

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Background / Biography:

Vincent Virga was born in New York on 28 September 1942. Read more on vincentvirga.com




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Quote from this book
"I resemble my mother physically. When I summon her into time present, I become young as well. Both of us are small and ash-blond fair, with large green eyes and pellucid skin; but, while her face is oval, her features soft and delicate, mine - due to my father's Scottish influence - is squarer, my features angular and hard. Yet, the most striking aspects of my visage are unquestionably the ones I inherited from her - in particular, my eyes. It startles me that we look so much alike.And she was also an only child.

I consider our physical likeness an extension of our temperamental affinities. Neither of us liked people, and most people were wary of us. When not with each other, we were alone; since she held no fear of solitude, I was not taught to dread it. I don't know if as a very young child I enjoyed being so isolated, or if I accimated. I do know that it felt comfortable and I soon consciously contrived to rmain as much to myself as possible. Living in a small, rural community helped."

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