My Father's Tears and Other Stories - Hardcover

 
“Classically Updike . . . written with fluidity and humor, intelligence and wit about the elusiveness of happiness, contentment, grace.”—"Newsday"
 
“A haunting collection of heart-wrenching narratives . . . The evocative nature of the stories in My Father’s Tears echoes the melancholy of Chekhov, the romanticism of Wordsworth and the mournful spirit of Yeats.”—"Seattle Times"
 
“Here, then, on display one last time, are the cardinal virtues of a writer who bestrode the American literary landscape for more than a half century: a virtuosic talent for sensual description, the seemingly effortless weaving of image and theme, and an almost Proustian capacity to absorb the reader in the quiddities of childhood and adolescence.”—"San Francisco Chronicle"
 
“A self-conscious salute to a grand career of imagining and gorgeously describing our America, along with a wink of gratitude to t
"Classically Updike . . . written with fluidity and humor, intelligence and wit about the elusiveness of happiness, contentment, grace."--"Newsday"
"A haunting collection of heart-wrenching narratives . . . The evocative nature of the stories in My Father's Tears echoes the melancholy of Chekhov, the romanticism of Wordsworth and the mournful spirit of Yeats."--"Seattle Times"
"Here, then, on display one last time, are the cardinal virtues of a writer who bestrode the American literary landscape for more than a half century: a virtuosic talent for sensual description, the seemingly effortless weaving of image and theme, and an almost Proustian capacity to absorb the reader in the quiddities of childhood and adolescence."--"San Francisco Chronicle"
"A self-conscious salute to a grand career of imagining and gorgeously describing our America, along with a wink of gratitude to those readers who have shared the journey."--"Washington Post
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"My Father's T

Classically Updike . . . written with fluidity and humor, intelligence and wit about the elusiveness of happiness, contentment, grace. "Newsday"
Here . . . one last time . . . are the cardinal virtues of a writer who bestrode the American literary landscape for more than a half century: a virtuosic talent for sensual description, the seemingly effortless weaving of image and theme, and an almost Proustian capacity to absorb the reader in the quiddities of childhood and adolescence. "San Francisco Chronicle"
A self-conscious salute to a grand career of imagining and gorgeously describing our America, along with a wink of gratitude to those readers who have shared the journey. "The Washington Post""

"Classically Updike . . . written with fluidity and humor, intelligence and wit about the elusiveness of happiness, contentment, grace."--Newsday
"Here . . . one last time . . . are the cardinal virtues of a writer who bestrode the American literary landscape for more than a half century: a virtuosic talent for sensual description, the seemingly effortless weaving of image and theme, and an almost Proustian capacity to absorb the reader in the quiddities of childhood and adolescence."--San Francisco Chronicle
"A self-conscious salute to a grand career of imagining and gorgeously describing our America, along with a wink of gratitude to those readers who have shared the journey."--The Washington Post

John Updike was born in 1932, in Shillington, Pennsylvania. He graduated from Harvard College in 1954, and spent a year in Oxford, England, at the Ruskin School of Drawing and Fine Art. From 1955 to 1957 he was a member of the staff of The New Yorker and since 1957 has lived in Massachusetts. He is the father of four children and the author of more than sixty books, including collections of short stories, poems, and criticism. His books have won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, the American Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, the PEN/Faulkner Award, and the Howells Medal, among other honors. He died in January 2009.