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John Fante—Ask The Dust

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I was passing the doorman of the Biltmore, and I hated him at once, with his yellow braids and six feet of height and all that dignity, and now a black automobile drove to the kerb and a  man got out. He looked rich; and then a woman got out, and she was beautiful, her fur was silver fox, and she was a song across the sidewalk and inside the swinging doors, and I thought oh boy for a little of that, just a day and a night of that, and she was a dream as I sat walking along, her perfume still in the wet morning air.

—Ask the Dust, page 3

How is it possible that I had never read, nor heard, nor dreamed that there existed a writer like John Fante until three weeks ago?

Written by Jeffery Battersby

January 7th, 2010 at 10:41 pm

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