another freebie on my shelf of old bindings with great cover-art (not what is shown - mine is original 1970 by Krel Thole). So far, it's not too bad considering it's the author's only attempt into the realm of sci-fi/fantasy.EDIT [after completed]:The stories in here got better and better. I woul...
خواندن اثار هوارد فاست کمک می کند تا تاریخ آمریکا را به گونه ای دیگر، از درون آینه ی ادبیات بشناسیم. اگرچه نه به آن دقت و جزئیات که تاریخ یک قرن فرانسه را می شود از طریق خواندن آثار بالزاک شناخت، با این همه هوارد فاست یک آمریکایی ست که با همه ی دید انتقادی نسبت به فرهنگ و تاریخ ملتش، هم چنان دلسو...
I read somewhere recently that if one wanted good books to read, just read something by Howard Fast. A couple of weeks later, Redemption by Fast turned up in my Little Free Library so I pulled it out and read it. It didn't do much for me. It was a murder mystery of sorts - not the kind of book I ...
In what was originally planned as the conclusion to the Lavette Saga, Barbara Lavette runs for public office and learns some interesting things about herself and her family. THE IMMIGRANT'S DAUGHTER was intended to conclude this sprawling family series, but Howard Fast came back several years la...
From the author of the multimillion selling immigrants saga--chronicling the generations of the Lavette family through more than a century of American history--comes "a beautiful, intriguing story of one woman's final years of life"(Booklist). From Europe to Israel to her home in San Francisco, t...
Among Howard Fast's historical fiction, Citizen Tom Paine-one of America's all-time best-sellers-occupies a special place, for it restored to a generation of readers the vision of Paine's revolutionary passion as the authentic roots of our national beginnings. Fast gives us "a vivid picture of Pa...
The return of a classic novel by legendary author Howard Fast, soon to become an HBO movie! This is the simple and moving story of Jamie Stuart, of the 11th Regiment of the Pennsylvania Line. Jamie Stuart, bound to a cobbler, had run away to join the army at seventeen. Now as a man of twenty-two,...
Charming, rich and handsome, Senator Richard Cromwell is about to give a dinner party on a day that will change his life. From affairs of state to affairs of love, readers participate in an emotionally charged encounter with the reality of love.
The story of a slave uprising in the ancient Roman Empire
A collection of Fast's best short fiction, from science fiction and fantasy to philosophy and suspenseThis collection of short stories encompasses twenty years of work by Howard Fast, including some of his best-known and most treasured tales. Not merely fantasy or science fiction, these "Zen stor...
THE PREQUEL TO "THE CROSSING" In "Bunker Hill," Howard Fast provides insight into both American and British points of view during the battle for control of Boston in June 1775-the outcome of which would dramatically influence the strategies of George Washington and Sir William Howe for the rest o...
In the late summer of 1949, a racist mob in upstate New York fiercely assaulted working class blacks and whites at an outdoor concert featuring African-American singer Paul Robeson. Howard Fast, a noted American novelist, was vacationing in the Peekskill area at the time and was appointed chairma...
Simon, the oldest of five brothers, chronicles the transformation from farmers to soldiers of the five Maccabee brothers and of their struggle for freedom against the Syrian-Greek conquerers of Judea, in a historical novel that recreates the events celebrated by Jews during the holiday of Hanukkah.
One of Greenwich, Connecticut's wealthiest residents is throwing a dinner party. As the lives and stories of his guests converge, his own suspicious past will come to light-as well as the blood on his hands. "Fast-paced and believable." (USA Today) "[A] richly textured novel of manners and long...
As this third entry in the Lavette Family Saga begins, Barbara and her new husband Bernie are navigating difficult married waters. His heart is in Israel, and she resents the competition. Where the story goes from here is, as always, an energetic journey. The largest part of the novel is given...
Joe Cullen wants only to clear his conscience by telling New York detective Mel Freedman about the priest he killed in Central America. But Cullen's confession sets off an explosive chain of events that lead Freedman and his partner, Hosea Ramos, into the hellish world of cocaine smuggling. Freed...
From the author of Spartacus and Freedom Road, comes a novel of the Bible's greatest freedom fighter, the rebellious prince of Egypt, Moses This definitive new edition of Howard Fast's riveting novel portrays the early years of the man who would lead his people out of slavery to freedom. In Moses...
Fast no escribía C.F. principalmente... eso es raro. Los libros de C.F. de Fast, son compilados de cuentos que salieron en revistas de C.F. como tantos otros, con la salvedad que Fast solía escribir fuera de este género.Con todo eso, es realmente sorprendente que los cuentos sean tan magistrales ...
Novel based on the trial of Sacco and Vanzetti who were convicted of murder,and wrongfully executed.
Bestselling author Howard Fast's riveting portrait of Israel's strong and beautiful Queen Berenice, whose life story is one of the ancient world's greatest romancesThroughout her rule in the first century AD, Queen Berenice is idolized by some, and hated by others. Though her fiery red hair makes...
The road was an old road. No one in the whole country knew how old it was, nor was there any book or record or scroll written about that part of the country which spoke of a time when the road was not there. When a breath of wind broke the hot, still air, the fine white dust curled up and the peo...
The two dark men still lay on the floor, their wrists handcuffed behind them, the shorter man with a smashed face that was a bloody mask, blood all over his clothes. Beckman was leaning against the wall with the two guns stuck in his belt. As Masuto entered, the skinny man started to shout at him...
It was a great thing in Clarkton at the time, and when he came home, in June of 1919, there was a band waiting for him at the station, and he headed a triumphal march through the town. All of this he liked as well as the next person; he was a big, easygoing man, and memories of the war held no ho...
JEAN ARBALAIDWASHINGTON, D.C.DECEMBER 25, 1945 PERHAPS YOUR TRUST MISPLACED SINCE I TAKE GLEEFUL AND CHILDISH PLEASURE IN SENDING LONG LONG CABLES COLLECT WHICH THE UNITED STATES ARMY PAYS FOR. LIKE ANY OTHER MAN WHO HAS SERVED ANY LENGTH OF TIME IN THIS HIDEOUS WAR WE HAVE JUST FINISHED I SEEM T...
Beverly Hills was hardly a place for violent murder. He sometimes thought of the place as a toy city, with a toy police force to guard people who dreamed away their lives, but those were very private thoughts and not proper to any bona fide policeman. Usually, he came and went unnoticed, but toda...
George Denton asked Masuto. “Not unless you make it for yourself. I’m not a vice cop. Now I have to use a telephone.” “Sure—sure, Sergeant. Use this one right here.” Masuto dialed Laura Crombie’s number. It was busy. He dialed it again. Busy. He was becoming increasingly nervous, increasingly irr...
Seeing the masses of footsoldiers, the spears stacked like wheat in a broad field, the herds of horses and donkeys, and the seemingly endless ranks of chariots, Moses tried to comprehend the great campaigns he had read about, where a hundred and fifty thousand men had comprised the army. It was d...
Knox was a corpulent, indulgent young man who had been a bookseller in Boston, and whose life style consisted of unshakable loyalty to and adulation of his commander in chief. His relationship to the few cannon that remained to the Continentals was like a father’s relationship to his surviving ch...
It is true that the locksmiths at Centre Street have earned the reputation of being able to open anything that has been closed; and that reputation is not undeserved. But this door was an exception. So Bristol went to break down the door with two men in uniform and crowbars and all the other tool...
and at the final convocation he drew a crowd of more than seven hundred, a very singular and unprecedented occurrence. He had to admit to himself that he had not done badly; four years in the service might have cut him entirely adrift, or it might have had the opposite effect of driving him to th...
But the most explosive moments in human history have often been the result of an absent six or seven inches in height, and while it is hardly profitable it is certainly interesting to speculate upon what might have been man’s destiny had Milton Boil been six feet and one inch instead of five feet...
Most of this Chetnik legend was untrue; part of it was fostered, encouraged and blown up by the corrupt, decadent, and pitifully incompetent Yugoslav Government in Exile, and by their rather foolish and somewhat pitiful tool, the boy King Peter; the other part of it was created by correspondents ...
We’re not living in Jefferson’s day. In Jefferson’s day there wasn’t a factory in this land that employed more than a hundred men, and now how many are there that employ ten thousand or fifty thousand? That’s the fact, the core of it. Are you for the workingman or against him?” “Of course, we’re ...
Such is the miraculous nature of our time and the wonder of television. Sergeant Truaz was on patrol. Or perhaps not yet on patrol, because the TV cameras don’t move out on patrol. Or possibly the patrol was starting, or finishing. That point was never really clarified, but what was very clear wa...
Although they served an excellent table d’hôte dinner for thirty cents, economy was not what drew Max there. It was the potato soup. As he explained to Suzie, ‘I am not a gourmet, believe me – hey, I pronounced that right, didn’t I?’ ‘You got me. What does it mean?’ ‘Having class when it comes to...
At the mess barracks, Barney Adams said to Corporal Baxter, “Do you have a date tonight, Corporal?” “I got a sort of tomato at Conga Flats. She’s good for tonight.” “Take the jeep and enjoy yourself.” Baxter protested. He had developed a half-protective attitude toward the captain, and wanted to ...
Mr. Kennedy said. He was a large man whose belly lipped over his belt. He wore a broad-brimmed western hat, and his white duck suit was soaked with sweat. “Too grasping.” He clenched a fist to illustrate his point. “Money, always money. I’m sticking out my neck to sell you these planes, Mr. Cohen...
Mr. Nutley said to his wife. “I used to, you remember,” Mrs. Nutley replied. “But then I found it was sufficient simply to lie here and compose my thoughts. To get my head together, as the kids say.” “I envy you. You never have any trouble sleeping.” “Oh, I do. At times. To be perfectly honest,” ...
He is always making deals. Like a faro gentleman.” And then they will tell you, word for word, explicitly, just what happened on that September 3, in 1814, on the lush green Louisiana coast. They will tell you how His Majesty’s brig Sophie stood into the island and flew a yellow signal from the m...
Fast's commitment to championing social justice in his writing was rivaled only by his deftness as a storyteller and his lively cinematic style. Born on November 11, 1914, in New York City, Fast was the son of two immigrants. His mother, Ida, came from a Jewish family in Britain, while his father...
A fire was burning and Maria sat in a chair facing the flames. He did not enter but went to his room, where he looked at himself in a long mirror. The filthy, cadaverous and bearded stranger who returned his glance was not recognizable, even to Alvero. What was himself had disappeared, perhaps fo...
Now for Ollie, this was no new thing. Life was, always, eat or be eaten. No law existed beyond the strength of your body, the quickness of your fists. This land he lived in was the land of fang and claw. A man stood in himself; the weak perished and the strong became stronger. And if you were str...
It was the first time in five years that he had been East, and a good deal more than five years since he had been to the District of Columbia. In all the time since the end of the war, the only travelling he and Myra had done consisted of their inexpensive summer vacations in Wisconsin and Minnes...
Mark and Lena had been in Washington for the past week, trying to find and buy a building to house the headquarters of the International Miners Union. Failing in that, Mark made arrangements to rent a building as our temporary headquarters. A year later, plans were drawn for a new building, the o...
Masuto repeated his conversation with Wainwright, and Beckman wanted to know what it added up to and where it made any sense. “Mackenzie is killed, or someone who looks enough like him to be his twin brother, and then his wife, and then they go after you and Geffner and Hendricks like they’re run...
Masuto sat in his car, took out of his pocket the picture of the girl that he had found in Gaycheck’s wallet, and brooded over it. Was it his own background that made him feel that fifty percent of the young women he saw in West Hollywood were identical with the girl in the photo? Or was it becau...
A TV unit was there, photographing the house, and one of the men in the unit recognized Masuto and came over to ask whether there were any new developments. “Not that I know of,” Masuto said. “Anyway, I don’t do the P.R. You know that. They’ll give you the story over at headquarters.” “You know t...
Six months earlier, Bruce would have presumed that Buttonfield had decided to rehire him, but by now, Bruce realized that the world he lived in at the moment did not function that way, and in this, he was right. Buttonfield handed Bruce a sheet of paper and informed him that it had just come over...
The heat was different from any heat he had known, the air heavy and turgid, the jack pines wavering and deformed as the heat and the air distorted the image. A little while ago the few hundred people behind him had been singing, “We shall riot, we shall not be moved. We shall not, we shall not b...
Kent, the second mate, was shot through the heart while Mr. Cortlandt was defending his vessel from a French sloop of three six-pound guns. Subsequently, the mast of the French ship gone, its hull riddled, its deck a tangled mass of wreckage, it was boarded, and the four seamen remaining alive cu...
It made no sense whatsoever, and I said so to Cousin Simmons. “Well, Adam,” he said, scratching his head, “it’s war now, you know, and in wartime things don’t make sense the way they would in peacetime.” “I had a belly full of war and killing, Cousin Simmons.” “I know that, Adam. So have I, when ...