The Stories of J.F. Powers (New York Review Books Classics)

The Stories of J.F. Powers (New York Review Books Classics)

J.F. Powers

Language: English

Pages: 592

ISBN: 0940322226

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Stories of J.F. Powers (New York Review Books Classics)

J.F. Powers

Language: English

Pages: 592

ISBN: 0940322226

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Hailed by Frank O'Connor as one of "the greatest living storytellers," J. F. Powers, who died in 1999, stands with Eudora Welty, Flannery O'Connor, and Raymond Carver among the authors who have given the short story an unmistakably American cast. In three slim collections of perfectly crafted stories, published over a period of some thirty years and brought together here in a single volume for the first time, Powers wrote about many things: baseball and jazz, race riots and lynchings, the Great Depression, and the flight to the suburbs. His greatest subject, however—and one that was uniquely his—was the life of priests in Chicago and the Midwest. Powers's thoroughly human priests, who include do-gooders, gladhanders, wheeler-dealers, petty tyrants, and even the odd saint, struggle to keep up with the Joneses in a country unabashedly devoted to consumption.

These beautifully written, deeply sympathetic, and very funny stories are an unforgettable record of the precarious balancing act that is American life.

Table of Contents
The Lord's Day
The Trouble
Lions, Harts, Leaping Does
Jamesie
He Don't Plant Cotton
The Forks
Renner
The Valiant Woman
The Eye
The Old Bird, A Love Story
Prince of Darkness
Dawn
Death of a Favorite
The Poor Thing
The Devil Was the Joke
A Losing Game
Defection of a Favorite
Zeal
Blue Island
The Presence of Grace
Look How the Fish Live
Bill
Folks
Keystone
One of Them
Moonshot
Priestly Fellowship
Farewell
Pharisees
Tinkers

Scrum Bums: A Get Fuzzy Collection (Get Fuzzy, Book 6)

Bad Days in History: A Gleefully Grim Chronicle of Misfortune, Mayhem, and Misery for Every Day of the Year

The Time Machine Did It

The Worst-Case Scenario Survive-o-pedia

Bunter The Caravanner (Billy Bunter, Book 31)

Mécomptes de fées (Les annales du Dique-monde, Tome 12)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

building a new school—with undue emphasis, it seemed to me, on the gymnasium. Father Burner, lacking authority to do more, made needed repairs. He had the rectory kitchen painted and purchased a Mixmaster for Mrs Wynn. He had the windows in the church basement calked and installed a small institutional kitchen there, thus showing all too clearly that he intended to go in for parish suppers, which he’d abominated in the past as the hardest part of the priesthood. Father Desmond and Father Burner

unusually bad nest and the bird had fallen out. Nature had simply failed again. “The nest! I see it! See?” “Yes.” He walked away from them, toward the garage. He hadn’t called the nest to their attention because restoring the bird was out of the question for him—it was a job for the fire department or for God, whose eye is on the sparrow—but that didn’t mean that the children might not expect him to do it. “Just keep the bird in the shade,” he called from the garage. He drove down to the

said. “It’s been good.” “I heard Hirohito’s next,” Mrs Stoner said, returning to converts. “Let’s wait and see, Mrs Stoner,” Father Nulty said. The priests walked to the door. “You know where I live, John.” “Yes. Come again, Frank. Good night.” Father Firman watched Father Nulty go down the walk to his car at the curb. He hooked the screen door and turned off the porch light. He hesitated at the foot of the stairs, suddenly moved to go to bed. But he went back into the study. “Phew!” Mrs

ain’t nothing.” Ain’t nothing! Sometimes I can’t understand Clyde for the life of me. But I already got my own idee about the piano. About then Skeeter and Ace comes in the room yelling for Clyde in the dark, saying the boys out front is moving on to the next place. We hear a hell of a racket out by the bar, like they broke the mirror, and then it’s pretty still and we know they is almost all left. Skeeter gives us one more yell and Ace says, “Hey, Clyde, you fall in?” They is about to leave

have been his housekeeper. He could not bear to warm up her expectations again. Be a chaplain? That would take him away from it all and there was the possibility of meeting a remote and glorious death carrying the Holy Eucharist to a dying soldier. It would take something like that to make him come out even, but then that, too, he knew in a corner of his heart, would be only exterior justification for him, a last bid for public approbation, a shortcut to nothing. And the chaplain’s job, it was

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