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Elizabeth McCracken

Forfatter af The Giant's House

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Elizabeth McCracken is the author of six previous works: Bowlaway, Here's Your Hat What's Your Hurry, The Giant's House, Niagara Falls All Over Again, An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, and Thunderstruck Other Stories. She has served on the faculty at the lowa Writers' Workshop and vis mere currently holds the James Michener Chair in Fiction at the University of Texas at Austin. vis mindre

Omfatter også følgende navne: E Mccracken, Elizabeth McCracken, McCracken Elizabeth

Image credit: Elizabeth McCracken at the 2014 Texas Book Festival By Larry D. Moore, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36754723

Værker af Elizabeth McCracken

The Giant's House (1996) 1,600 eksemplarer
Bowlaway (2019) 449 eksemplarer
Niagara Falls All Over Again (2001) 425 eksemplarer
Thunderstruck and Other Stories (2014) 273 eksemplarer
The Hero of This Book (2022) 231 eksemplarer
The Souvenir Museum: Stories (2021) 195 eksemplarer
The American Child (2008) 2 eksemplarer
The Women of America (2010) 1 eksemplar
The Irish Wedding 1 eksemplar
Juliet 1 eksemplar

Associated Works

The Best American Short Stories 2011 (2011) — Bidragyder — 346 eksemplarer
Reader, I Married Him: Stories Inspired by Jane Eyre (2016) — Bidragyder — 297 eksemplarer
Mortification: Writers' Stories of Their Public Shame (2003) — Bidragyder; Bidragyder — 279 eksemplarer
xo Orpheus: Fifty New Myths (2013) — Bidragyder — 273 eksemplarer
Granta 54: Best of Young American Novelists (1996) — Bidragyder — 236 eksemplarer
The Best American Short Stories 2015 (2015) — Bidragyder — 222 eksemplarer
The Best American Short Stories 2020 (2020) — Bidragyder — 143 eksemplarer
The Ecco Anthology of Contemporary American Short Fiction (2008) — Bidragyder — 122 eksemplarer
Granta 111: Going Back (2010) — Bidragyder — 113 eksemplarer
The Best American Short Stories 2022 (2022) — Bidragyder — 87 eksemplarer
Novel Voices (2003) — Bidragyder — 55 eksemplarer
The Secret Society of Demolition Writers (2005) — Bidragyder — 48 eksemplarer
Cutting Edge: New Stories of Mystery and Crime by Women Writers (2019) — Bidragyder — 47 eksemplarer
A Few Thousand Words About Love (1998) — Bidragyder — 22 eksemplarer
The New Great American Writers' Cookbook (2003) — Bidragyder — 21 eksemplarer

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sherribrari | 12 andre anmeldelser | Feb 24, 2024 |
I’m not sure what to say about this book. I’m not sure what the point of the story was, or even what the genre would be called - some fantasy, some history, and a lot of strange characters. The writing itself, however, was very good. I kept hoping the ending would be revelatory, but it was not.
bschweiger | 32 andre anmeldelser | Feb 4, 2024 |
Bertha Truitt and Leviticus Sprague meet in a graveyard. Both of them are new arrivals in the small city of Salford, north of Boston, Massachusetts, early in the 20th century, and people are not sure who they are or where they are from. Bertha has a clear plan though - she is going to build a candlepin bowling alley, one which is open to all customers, women as well as men. She hires staff to run the bowling alley. She marries the handsome black doctor and gives birth to daughter Minna. So starts this family saga set over several decades, with the bowling alley taking its place at the centre of the lives of people who come to work and play there.

There are many more characters with mysterious back stories, and the bowling alley and becomes the setting for a lots of twists and turns, including battles over the ownership of the building and business and other family disputes, and complicated dramas. I really enjoyed the ambiguity, the mixture of dry humour and real sadness, and the evocation of the story's small town setting.
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elkiedee | 32 andre anmeldelser | Jan 23, 2024 |
After I finished _The Giant's House_ I pulled it to my chest for a long moment. It's that kind of book.

I pulled Elizabeth McCracken's first book of my list of "Books to Read, You Know, Someday" because I was intrigued by the story and because I thought it might make a good jumping off point for a theater piece.

But a couple of chapters in I was so drawn into the emotional world of Peggy Cort, the librarian in a small Massachusetts town who tells the story. She had me at the opening lines: Part One, chapter title "See Also":

I do not love mankind.

People think they're interesting. That's their first mistake.

And then at the end of the first section of the first chapter, a paragraph someone would probably call meta-something, pointing to the malleability of memories-- and in this case, the fact it is fiction masquerading as memory (but all the more true for it):

My memories are not books. They are only stories that I haver been over so many times in my head that I don't know from one day to the next what's remembered and what's made up. Like when you memorize a poem and for one small unimportant part you supply your own words. The meaning's the same, the meter's identical. When you read the actual version you can never get it into you head that it's right and you're wrong.
What I give you us the day's edition. Tomorrow it may be different.

It's lovely ride for us, the bittersweet, the disillusioned romantics, the cynics with soft underbellies. Those who've ever felt on the outside of The Human Experience will identify with both Peggy and James (the "Giant" of the title) as well as several other characters in the book. But McCracken is subtle; It is not simply a tale of outsiders.

In fact, I think she may have written the most beautiful passage on loving another human I've ever read:

Now, though, my day couldn't start until I knew James was awake in his house across town. His being asleep so much of the day felt like a terrible absence to me, although weekdays I never saw him until after five anyhow. Asleep, he was not really in the world. I'd have been up since six, as always, had washed my face and dressed and neatened my apartment and walked to the library; I'd have emptied the book drop and refilled the scrap paper holders and perhaps catalogued some books; I'd have checked books in and out, dispensed advice, collected fines and kept myself busy in all the usual ways, but the day could not really begin, was not really a day, until two-thirty when James was sure to be awake and there was a possibility he was thinking of me.
At the end of the book, I had the feeling I might have walked through a museum too hastily; that I scanned the paintings too quickly missing details that could even further enrich my life. I didn't want to miss a one. She's just that good.
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deliriumshelves | 54 andre anmeldelser | Jan 14, 2024 |



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