A Special Providence: A NovelRobert Prentice is 18. His mother, Alice Prentice,is 53. Both are damaged souls: Robert, by war; Alice, by thwarted dreams of prosperity. In two deeply humanizing portraits, the great American writer Richard Yates crafts a novel of postwar America, at once at odds with its own sense of identity and mercilessly prohibitive to its like-minded citizens. |
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