Reading a book by one of my favorite authors, John Fante, called Full of Life. It's an autobiographical piece about his wife being pregnant in the early 1950s. I bought it years ago (at the height of my Fante fanboyness) and always planned on reading it whenever Jill got pregnant. Last week it ocurred to me that I have this book. So I started reading it.
I will probably be the last to read this particular copy, as each page all but turns to dust when I turn it. An illegible name and the year 1957 is penciled in the inside cover. 25 cents is marked on the cover.
I love this picture of Fante. Love his hair. The attitude.
No comments:
Post a Comment