By Henry Roth
“His early novel Call It Sleep was once his Ulysses. His overdue paintings An American Type is his Grapes of Wrath.”—Thane Rosenbaum, Los Angeles Times
This “glorious, evocative, literary novel for the ages” (Los Angeles Times) has ultimately taken its position in the nice canon of yankee fiction. Set through the nice melancholy, opposed to a backdrop of recent York’s glimmering skyscrapers and Los Angeles’s seedy motor courts, this autobiographical paintings concludes the unheard of saga of Henry Roth, whose vintage Call It Sleep, released in 1934, went directly to turn into one among Time’s a hundred top American novels of the 20th century. With echoes of Nathanael West and John Steinbeck, An American Type is a heartrending assertion approximately American id and the common transcendence of affection.
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