Look Homeward, AngelThe spectacular, history-making first novel about a young man’s coming of age by literary legend Thomas Wolfe, first published in 1929 and long considered a classic of twentieth century literature. A legendary author on par with William Faulkner and Flannery O’Connor, Thomas Wolfe published Look Homeward, Angel, his first novel, about a young man’s burning desire to leave his small town and tumultuous family in search of a better life, in 1929. It gave the world proof of his genius and launched a powerful legacy. The novel follows the trajectory of Eugene Gant, a brilliant and restless young man whose wanderlust and passion shape his adolescent years in rural North Carolina. Wolfe said that Look Homeward, Angel is “a book made out of my life,” and his largely autobiographical story about the quest for a greater intellectual life has resonated with and influenced generations of readers, including some of today’s most important novelists. Rich with lyrical prose and vivid characterizations, this twentieth-century American classic will capture the hearts and imaginations of every reader. |
Contents
Section 17 | 249 |
Section 18 | 258 |
Section 19 | 301 |
Section 20 | 319 |
Section 21 | 348 |
Section 22 | 373 |
Section 23 | 391 |
Section 24 | 437 |
Section 9 | 125 |
Section 10 | 135 |
Section 11 | 156 |
Section 12 | 167 |
Section 13 | 177 |
Section 14 | 193 |
Section 15 | 213 |
Section 16 | 229 |
Section 25 | 454 |
Section 26 | 466 |
Section 27 | 475 |
Section 28 | 501 |
Section 29 | 509 |
Section 30 | 510 |
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