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John Updike

Data de nascimento: 18. Março 1932
Data de falecimento: 27. Janeiro 2009
Outros nomes:Con Apdayk,John Hoyer Updike

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John Hoyer Updike foi um escritor, novelista e crítico literário estadunidense.

Formou-se na Universidade de Harvard em 1954 e passou um ano na Inglaterra, no Knox Fellowsship, na Ruskin School of Drawing and Fine Art, em Oxford. De 1955 a 1957, trabalhou na The New Yorker, contribuindo com contos, poemas e críticas de livros.

Tornou-se famoso e reconhecido mundialmente com sua séria de novelas Rabbit, iniciada em 1960, que seguem a vida do jogador de basquetebol Harry 'Rabbit' Angstrom, escritas num período de mais de trinta anos e pelas quais ganhou por duas vezes o Prêmio Pullitzer.

Também de sua autoria, As Bruxas de Eastwick, escrito em 1984, tornou-se um best-seller e grande sucesso no cinema, no filme homônimo estrelado por Jack Nicholson e Cher.

Em sua obra constam doze livros de ficção, cinco volumes de poesia e uma peça de teatro.

Considerado um dos grandes novelistas contemporâneos norte-americanos, faleceu em 27 de janeiro de 2009, vítima de câncer do pulmão, em Beverly, no estado de Massachussets, onde residia.

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„Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.“

— John Updike, Self-Consciousness
Context: Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face. As soon as one is aware of being “somebody,” to be watched and listened to with extra interest, input ceases, and the performer goes blind and deaf in his overanimation. One can either see or be seen. Ch. 6

„Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe.“

— John Updike
Context: Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-Thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books. Ch. 6

„The pain of the world is a crater all these syrups and pills a thousandfold would fail to fill.“

— John Updike
Context: His insides are beginning to feel sickly. The pain of the world is a crater all these syrups and pills a thousandfold would fail to fill.

„It's no disgrace to, in the end, restore order. And punish the wicked and, in some way, reward the righteous.“

— John Updike
Context: In the old movies, yes, there always was the happy ending and order was restored. As it is in Shakespeare's plays. It's no disgrace to, in the end, restore order. And punish the wicked and, in some way, reward the righteous.

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„I miss only, and then only a little, in the late afternoon, the sudden white laughter that like heat lightning bursts in an atmosphere where souls are trying to serve the impossible.“

— John Updike
Context: I miss only, and then only a little, in the late afternoon, the sudden white laughter that like heat lightning bursts in an atmosphere where souls are trying to serve the impossible. My father for all his mourning moved in the atmosphere of such laughter. He would have puzzled you. He puzzled me. His upper half was hidden from me, I knew best his legs.

„I think “taste” is a social concept and not an artistic one.“

— John Updike
Context: I think “taste” is a social concept and not an artistic one. I’m willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else’s living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another’s brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves. Interview in New York Times Book Review (10 April 1977). later published in Conversations with John Updike (1994) edited by James Plath, p. 113

„The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.“

— John Updike
Context: He feels the truth: the thing that has left his life has left irrevocably; no search would recover it. No flight would reach it. It was here, beneath the town, in these smells and these voices, forever behind him. The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.

„We live down here among shadows, shadows among shadows.“

— John Updike
Context: Facts are generally overesteemed. For most practical purposes, a thing is what men think it is. When they judged the earth flat, it was flat. As long as men thought slavery tolerable, tolerable it was. We live down here among shadows, shadows among shadows. Act I

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