This collection of 96 stories presents the best of Erskine Caldwell's short fiction from his most productive period of work. Included here is Crown-Fire, Country Full of Swedes, The Windfall, Horse Thief, Yellow Girl and Kneel to the Rising Sun.
Con “Fermento di luglio” ed una nuova galleria di tipi disumani Erskine Caldwell chiuse il suo Ciclo del Sud. In questo romanzo ritroviamo l’Inetto nei panni di uno sceriffo che tenta in tutti i modi di non farsi coinvolgere nelle vicende che stravolgono la sua contea, rendendosi così complice di...
From the back of the book: Erskine Caldwell is one of the most widely read authors of the Twentieth Century with eighty million books sold in over forty languages...Literary scholars have placed Erskine Caldwell with Fitzgerald, Wolfe, and Steinbeck, and William Faulkner considered him one of Am...
BLURB"Set during the Depression in the depleted farmlands surrounding Augusta, Georgia, Tobacco Road was first published in 1932. It is the story of the Lesters, a family of white sharecroppers so destitute that most of their creditors have given up on them. Debased by poverty to an elemental sta...
Picked this up in a little independent bookstore while visiting Chapel Hill, NC, to have a little southern memento in the form of a little old (but well preserved) Signet pocket sized paperback. I think I payed $3 in cash. A strange little tale of the south (Augusta Georgia) where Ty Ty (the elde...
Even though he is still in high school or junior college, and one of the many thousands unlikely to have the opportunity to study at a major university in the South, education has already inspired him with a desire for the freedom of conduct and expression his parents and grandparents never knew....
The Night My Old Man Came Home THE DOGS BARKED at a little before midnight, and Ma got up to look out the window. It was a snowy night about two weeks before Christmas. The wind had died down a little since supper, but not enough to keep it from whistling around the eaves every once in a while. I...
Usually he was out of bed by five. There was never much for him to do, except to see that the darkies got started to the fields on time. Some mornings he walked down the road as far as the bridge, and turned around and came back; by seven, at the latest, he was ready to sit on the front porch and...