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301 pages, Paperback
First published May 4, 1998
Except for three years he spent in Britain as a graduate student at Merton College, Oxford, Mr. Price lived all his life in northeastern North Carolina, and he would work his home ground in 13 novels and dozens of short stories. Inevitably he drew comparisons to William Faulkner, much to his annoyance, since he regarded himself as a literary heir to Eudora Welty.
Source: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/21/boo...
The problem of trying to tell the story of a human life is easy to state. People’s lives – from the wildest lover’s to the bravest scout’s – are uneventful for way over three-fourths of their length. If you don’t believe (and I know I don’t) that every instant in a life is urgent to that person’s fate, then you could write a satisfactory life of the busiest man or woman who ever lived in less than two pages, often on a postcard. Most things that happen to a person leave no more trace than last month’s raindrop.
I certainly had no noticeable longing to write soothing hymns, design safe bridges or better wedding cakes or liberate a young man doomed to die for a crime he never planned. But then I’m fairly sure I had no gifts that might have aimed me at such worthy callings. Sometimes it’s fairly slim consolation to notice how very few human beings of any sex or background are called to anything grander than dinner.
But the point is that I’m as old as humans get to be with rare exceptions. And the main hint that I’ve picked up on the subject of immortality has come with my age in the past ten years. I’ve watched a few dozen people through their long lives and I see that, unless they go crazy or are addicts, they just stay who they were from the day they were born. I’m speaking of friends live and dead like Leela and Simon, Mally and Palmer, even poor Ferny Dane who’s been gone so long I can barely see his face. I don’t mean that people learn nothing from life, but the hearts and souls they bring here with them as they leave what Miss Olivia called “their mother’s fork” are extremely persistent. With a naturally good soul, that’s excellent news, not so with the bad.