Winesburg, Ohio (Paperback)
|A collection of short stories dealing with a small town in Ohio.|
From the Publisher:
Winesburg, Ohio (1919) is Sherwood Anderson's masterpiece, a cycle of short stories concerning life in a small Ohio town at the end of the nineteenth century. At the centre is George Willard, a young reporter who becomes the confidant of the town's 'grotesques' - solitary figures unable to communicate with others. George is their conduit for expression and solace from loneliness, but he has his own longings which eventually draw him away from home to seek a career in the city. He carries with him the dreams and unuttered words of remarkable characters such as Wing Biddlebaum, the disgraced former teacher, and the story-telling Doctor Parcival.
Sherwood Anderson spent his early years moving between various small Ohio towns before he went to Chicago to work in advertising. He was married for the first time in 1904; in 1912, he was president of the Anderson Manufacturing Co. (Home of "Roof-Fix Cure for Roof Troubles") in Elyria, Ohio, but in November of that year he abandoned his family and his job, returned to Chicago, and began to write. He met such writers as Carl Sandburg, Edgar Lee Masters, and other members of the Chicago Renaissance, who assisted him in publishing his first novel, WINDY MCPHERSON'S SON, in 1916. But it was not until 1919 that he gained fame, with his undisputed masterpiece, WINESBURG, OHIO. He went on to write several novels, a volume of poetry, journalistic pieces, and some nonfiction, but his richest material remained his tales of the American Midwest, which looked at the lives of individuals with an unsparing yet celebratory eye. In the 1920s, Anderson moved to a small town in Virginia, where he purchased two local newspapers and became an editor. Anderson was married four times and had three children. After swallowing a toothpick at a cocktail party, he died of peritonitis during a goodwill trip to Panama on behalf of the U.S. State Department. He directed that the epitaph on his gravestone should read: "Life, Not Death, Is the Great Adventure."
"That single moment of aliveness--that epiphany, as Joyce would have called it...was the story Anderson told over and over, but without exhausting its freshness, for the story had as many variations as there were faces in his dreams." - Malcolm Cowley "There are moments in American life to which Anderson gave not only the first but the final expression." - Malcom Cowley