Frases de John Fante
Data de nascimento: 8. Abril 1909
Data de falecimento: 8. Maio 1983
Outros nomes:ჯონ ფანტე, جون فانتي, Џон Фанте, جان فانته
John Fante foi um romancista estadunidense, contista e roteirista de ascendência italiana. Ele é mais conhecido por seu trabalho, Pergunte ao Pó, um romance semi-autobiográfico ambientado na década de 1930, que conta a história do aspirante a escritor Arturo Bandini. É o terceiro livro de uma série de quatro romances, publicados entre 1938 e 1985, que agora são chamados coletivamente de "O Quarteto Bandini". Bandini serviu como seu alter ego em um total de quatro romances: Espere a Primavera, Bandini , Rumo a Los Angeles , Pergunte ao Pó e, finalmente, Sonhos de Bunker Hill , que foi ditada a sua esposa, Joyce, no final de sua vida.
O livro Pergunte ao Pó foi adaptado ao filme homônimo de 2006. Fante também escreveu diversos outros livros, contos e roteiros, incluindo o roteiro do filme de 1957 Um Casal em Apuros baseado no livro homônimo de 1952. Outros roteiros notórios coescritos por Fante incluem os filmes de 1962 Walk on the Wild Side e The Reluctant Saint e um filme de 1968 feito para a televisão: Something for a Lonely Man.
Citações John Fante
„Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.“
— John Fante, The Brotherhood of the Grape
Context: Nobody crossed him without a battle. He disliked almost everything, particularly his wife, his children, his neighbors, his church, his priest, his town, his state, his country, and the country from which he emigrated. Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the sun or the stars, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.
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„Ah, Los Angeles! Dust and fog of your lonely streets. I am no longer lonely. Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait, because it will happen yet, and that Camilla, she can have her Sammy in the desert, with his cheap short stories and stinking prose, but wait until she has a taste of me, because it will happen, as sure as there's a God in heaven.“
— John Fante, Ask the Dust
„It crept upon me--the restlessness, the loneliness. What was the matter…Then it came to me like crashing and thunder, like death and destruction. I got up from the counter and walked away in fear, walking fast down the boardwalk, passing people who seemed strange and ghostly: the world seemed a myth, a transparent plane, and all things upon it were here for only a little while…“
„I had to go through with it, and I turned around and she was nude except for hose and shoes, and then I saw the wounds. It was at the loins; it was a birthmark or something, a burn, a seared place, a pitiful, dry, vacant place where flesh was gone, where the thighs suddenly became small and shriveled and the flesh seemed dead. I closed my jaws and then I said, "What--that? Is that all, just that? It's nothing, a mere trifle."“
— John Fante
But I was losing the words, I had to say them quickly or they would never form.