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Джон Фа́нте — американский писатель и сценарист итальянского происхождения. Автор романов и коротких рассказов. Wikipedia  

✵ 8. Апрель 1909 – 8. Май 1983   •   Другие имена جان فانته, Џон Фанте, جون فانتي, ჯონ ფანტე
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“Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?”

John Fante книга Ask the Dust

Источник: Ask the Dust

“You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.”

John Fante книга Ask the Dust

Источник: Ask the Dust

“I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.”

John Fante книга Ask the Dust

Источник: Ask the Dust

“Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.”

John Fante книга The Brotherhood of the Grape

Источник: The Brotherhood of the Grape (1977)
Контексте: 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.

“Far down the street I saw the building where Vera lived. Hanging from the wall, like a man crucified, was the bed.”

John Fante книга Ask the Dust

Источник: Ask the Dust (1939), Chapter Twelve

“I went up to my room, up the dusty stairs of Bunker Hill, past the soot-covered frame buildings along that dark street, sand and oil and grease choking the futile palm trees standing like dying prisoners, chained to a little plot of ground with black pavement hiding their feet. Dust and old buildings and old people sitting at windows, old people tottering out of doors, old people moving painfully along the dark street. The old folk from Indiana and Iowa and Illinois, from Boston and Kansas City and Des Moines, they sold their homes and their stores, and they came here by train and by automobile to the land of sunshine, to die in the sun, with just enough money to live until the sun killed them, tore themselves out by the roots in their last days, deserted the smug prosperity of Kansas City and Chicago and Peoria to find a place in the sun. And when they got here they found that other and greater thieves had already taken possession, that even the sun belonged to the others; Smith and Jones and Parker, druggist, banker, baker, dust of Chicago and Cincinnati and Cleveland on their shoes, doomed to die in the sun, a few dollars in the bank, enough to subscribe to the Los Angeles Times, enough to keep alive the illusion that this was paradise, that their little papier-mâché homes were castles. The uprooted ones, the empty sad folks, the old and the young folks, the folks from back home. These were my countrymen, these were the new Californians. With their bright polo shirts and sunglasses, they were in paradise, they belonged.”

John Fante книга Ask the Dust

Ask the Dust (1939)