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He came along, kicking the snow. Here was a disgusted man. His name was Svevo Bandini, and he lived three blocks down that street. He was cold and there were holes in his shoes. That morning he had patched the holes on the inside with pieces of cardboard from a macaroni box. The macaroni in that box was not paid for. He had thought of that as he placed the cardboard inside his shoes.
The prose in Wait Until Spring is so beautiful and evocative, but most of all brutally honest.
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Language:
English
Length:
266 pages
Author:
John Fante
