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C. E. Morgan

Autor(a) de The Sport of Kings

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About the Author

C.E. Morgan is an American writer, born in 1976. She is a graduate of Berea College in Kentucky and of Harvard Divinity School (master's in theological studies). She has published several short stories and essays. 'All the Living' is her first novel and won a Whiting Writers' Award. She was awarded mostrar mais the 2016 Windham-Campbell Literature Prize in fiction and 2016 Kirkus Prize in fiction for her second novel, The Sport of Kings. (Bowker Author Biography) mostrar menos

Obras por C. E. Morgan

The Sport of Kings (2016) — Autor — 431 exemplares
All the Living (2009) 287 exemplares

Associated Works

20 Under 40: Stories from The New Yorker (2010) — Contribuidor — 169 exemplares
A Circle in the Fire and Other Stories (2013) — Introdução, algumas edições44 exemplares


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This is a great big tremendous sprawl of a novel about Kentucky thoroughbred racing, genetics, consanguinity, slavery, prison time, Cincinnati, bluegrass country and the Ohio River with some of most striking prose I've read in a long time. There are murders and revenge and love and incest across many generations. Survival is registered in different ways. I couldn't put it down but sometimes it took some pushing to pick it up. The book club struggled and agreed a tougher editor was needed but the writing took my breath away:

"The air was raucous and thick with birdsong, the afternoon's light refracted through a veil of pollen...cattle, sturdy on their legs and fattening...chewed their cud with the resignation of age... The youngest Miller...a girl of seven with violently red hair, a face mottled with freckles, and knees as fat as pickle jars."
Description of the Ohio River: "La belle riviere: the Great, the Sparkling, the White; coursing along the path of the ancient Teays, the child of Pleistocene glaciers and a thousand forgotten creeks run dry, formed in perpetuity by the confluence of two prattling streams, ancient predecessors of the Kentucky and Licking--maternal and paternal themes in the long tale of how the river became dream, conduit, divide, pawn, baptismal font, gate, graveyard, and snake slithering under a shelf of limestone and shale, where just now a boy is held aloft by his beautiful father, who points and says, "Look!" and the boy looks, and what he will remember later is not just the river like a snake but also the city crowding it, and what a city! A queen rising on seven hills over her Tiber, ringed hills forming the circlet of a crown. "
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featherbooks | 21 outras críticas | May 7, 2024 |
I didn't have the will to go and finish this bleak tale.
featherbooks | 20 outras críticas | May 7, 2024 |
It was an awful lot of verbiage. Somewhere in the middle of this verbose novel, set in the borderlands of the slavery-haunted South, the author unexpectedly turns meta and writes,
Or is all this too purple, too florid? Is more too much - the world and the words? Do you prefer your tales lean, muscular, and dry, leached of excess and honed to a single, digestible point? Have I exceeded the bounds of the form, committed a literary sin? I say there's no such thing - any striving is calcined ash before the heat of the ever-expanding world, its interminability and brightness, which is neither yours nor mine. There aren't too many words; there aren't enough words; ten thousand books, all the world's dictionaries and there would never be enough; we're infants before the Ohio coursing its ancient way, the icy display of aurora borealis and the redundancies of the night sky, the flakes of snow common and heartbreaking...
Well, yes, I understand that confronted by the ineffable timelessness of this world (and the horrors it contains) that it seems one could pour word after word in perpetuity down its black mouth and never fill it, but it did become too much for me, actually. The whole novel is a lot of a muchness, certainly in flowing florid authorial musing, and in the end in plot development, in which incest gets thrown in to the mix not because it is actually needed to add depth or propulsion but because when you're going for too much muchness, you've simply got to have some incest in there somewhere.

Yet the novel has plenty going for it, still. Morgan pins her native state of Kentucky to the examination table and dissects it with clear eyed animus. A provocative parallel is drawn between slavery and modern horse racing, with the latter an outlet for continuing notions of eugenics and purity through forced breeding and a hateful expression of innate superiority that warps the soul. And if Henry Forge's late conversion from hard racist to gentle humanitarian seems a tad too easily won, at least the triggering mechanism is believable, and the change satisfying.
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lelandleslie | 21 outras críticas | Feb 24, 2024 |
I read a story by Morgan in the New Yorker's 20 Under 40 issue and was mightily impressed. Her novel set in Appalachia lived up to my expectations. Her writing style can be occasionally baroque but the simplicity and cleanness of the narrative balanced wonderfully with her writing.
monicaberger | 20 outras críticas | Jan 22, 2024 |



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