THE FACE OF TIME by James T. Farrell


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The Danny O'Neill stories have always held for me more warmth and sympathy and understanding, as if they were books written out of personal experience. The first came in 1936, and overlapped a bit in locale (Chicago) and characters, some of the Studs Lonigan stories -- A World I Never Made. No Star Is Lost, Father and Son, My Days of Anger came between 1936 and 1943. And now- in this new one, Farrell goes back to Danny, in an earlier period, when he was a small, bewildered child in his grandparents' home. The relationship with his grandfather, with his aunts, with the uncle who comes and goes -- and with the parents whom he feels are strangers lays the groundwork for the other books, and may lead readers back to them. For even at five Danny is an individual, and Farrell has a tenderness and compassion in portraying his loving heart, his sudden passions, his demands for attention in a wholly adult household. Good Farrell, this -- episodic, formless, perhaps, but less prone to shock techniques and crudities.

Publisher: Vanguard