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Wolfe Thomas

LOOK HOMEWARD, ANGEL

In “Look Homeward, Angel,” Thomas Wolfe intricately weaves the coming-of-age narrative of Eugene Gant, a sensitive and introspective young man navigating the complexities of family dynamics and personal longing in early 20th-century America. The novel, characterized by its lyrical prose and rich imagery, reflects Wolfe's modernist influences, employing a stream-of-consciousness style that immerses readers in Eugene'Äôs innermost thoughts and dreams. Set against the backdrop of a small North Carolina town, the book explores themes of identity, aspiration, and the relentless pull of home, positioning itself as a quintessential examination of the American youth's search for meaning and belonging in an evolving society. Thomas Wolfe, born in 1900 in Asheville, North Carolina, drew heavily from his own experiences, particularly the challenges of his formative years within a complex family structure. Having faced numerous personal and societal struggles, Wolfe's keen observations of human behavior and emotional depth led him to create an evocative portrait of youth's tumult and yearning. His own tumultuous relationship with home and family dynamics serves as a foundation for Eugene's journey in this semi-autobiographical work. “Look Homeward, Angel” is a seminal work that prompts reflection on one'Äôs roots and the universal quest for self-discovery. Recommended for readers interested in modernist literature and the exploration of personal identity, Wolfe'Äôs novel not only captures a specific time and place but resonates with the timeless experiences of growth, ambition, and the longing for connection.
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2023
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2023
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    Lost. He understood that men were forever strangers to one another, that no one ever comes really to know any one, that imprisoned in the dark womb of

    our mother, we come to life without having seen her face, that we are given to her arms a stranger, and that, caught in that insoluble prison of being, we escape it never, no matter what arms may clasp us, what mouth may kiss us, what heart may warm us. Never, never, never, never, never.
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    Strangest of all, he thought, was this union, by which he had begotten children, created a life dependent on him, with a woman so remote from all he understood.
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    As she lay in her bed, a great star burned across her vision in the western quarter of the sky; she fancied it was climbing heaven slowly. And although she could not have said toward what pinnacle her life was moving, she saw in the future freedom that she had never known, possession and power and wealth, the desire for which was mixed inextinguishably with the current of her blood. Thinking of this in the dark, she pursed her lips with thoughtful satisfaction, unhumorously seeing herself at work in the carnival, taking away quite easily from the hands of folly what it had never known how to keep.

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