John Cheever Livres

Lemuel Sears mène une existence paisible à Manhattan. Conscient de son vieillissement, il vit dans la crainte de ne plus connaître l'amour avant de disparaître. Un jour, il se rend dans la petite ville de Janice pour patiner sur l'étang, et découvre que celui-ci est utilisé comme dépotoir. Révolté, il décide de tout mettre en oeuvre pour rendre à Janice son paysage bucolique. Amené à côtoyer les riverains, il rencontrera certaines figures du crime organisé, des politiciens véreux ainsi que quelques bonnes âmes prêtes à t'aider qui utilisent pour ce faire des méthodes pour le moins radicales... Parmi ces personnes, Sears fera la connaissance d'une jeune femme dont il tombera amoureux. On dirait vraiment le paradis, paru aux États-Unis en 1982, inédit en français, est le dernier roman de John Cheever. On y retrouve l'élégance de son style, l'humour omniprésent et l'immense tendresse qu'il porte à ses personnages.

WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY JAY MCINERNEYJohn Cheever's letters offer a tantalising glimpse into the life of a writer. They include correspondence with his contemporaries, such as Philip Roth, John Updike and Saul Bellow, his days as a young, aspiring writer and his battles with bisexuality and alcoholism.

John Cheever's journals reveal the inner life of this remarkable writer and the contradictions that drove him. He loved his wife and their children, but was acutely lonely; he loved women, but he also loved men; he was a great writer, but one whose acute levels of perception often crippled him as a person.

These stories from the pen of American award-winning novelist John Cheever show the power and range of one of the finest short story writers of the century.

The American writer, John Cheever, died in 1982, leaving behind 29 loose-leaf notebooks begun in the late Forties. They form the content of this book. His commitment to them was of central importance to his life - as a workbook and a retreat, an unhindered act of self-revelation where he could explore his ambiguities. He loved his wife and their children, but was acutely lonely; he loved women, but he also loved men; he hated himself for his drinking, but for much of his life was dependent upon it; he was a great writer, but one whose acute levels of perception often crippled him as a person.

The collection showcases John Cheever's intimate thoughts through a vast array of letters penned to friends, family, and notable writers, revealing his candid reflections on life and relationships. Edited by his son Benjamin, these letters offer a more personal narrative than his journals, capturing the essence of his experiences and emotions. Cheever’s belief that letters should be discarded adds a layer of authenticity, making this compilation a poignant exploration of his inner world, rich with vivid human connection.

A collection of 13 early stories from the 1930s and 1940s.

Selected and Introduced by Booker-Prize winner Julian Barnes 'Reading Cheever is a restless pleasure, the work never settles- these brilliant stories make me get up and walk around the room' Anne Enright John Cheever - the 'Chekhov of the suburbs' - forever altered the landscape of contemporary literature. In a career that spanned nearly fifty years, his short stories, often published in the New Yorker, gave voice to the repressed desires and smouldering disappointments of 1950s America as it teetered on the edge of spiritual awakening and sexual liberation in the ensuing decades. Selected for the first time, these satirical, fantastical, sad and transcendent stories show Cheever in all his brilliance and continue to speak directly to the heart of human experience. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award

Eliot Nailles loves his wife and son to distraction; Paul Hammer is a bastard named after a common household tool. Neighbours in Bullet Park, the two become fatefully linked by the mysterious binding power of their names in Cheever's sharp and funny hymn to the dubious normality of the American suburbs.

WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY DAVE EGGERSOnce upon a time the Wapshots of St. Botolphs were distinguished for their unshakeable good opinion of themselves.