{"product_id":"winesburg-ohio-isbn-9780140247794","title":"Winesburg, Ohio","description":"George Willard is a young reporter on the \u003cb\u003eWinesburg Eagle\u003c\/b\u003e to whom, one by one, the inhabitants of Winesburg, Ohio, confide their hopes, their dreams, and their fears. This town of friendly but solitary people comes to life as Anderson's special talent exposes the emotional undercurrents that bind its people together. In this timeless cycle of short stories, he lays bare the life of a small town in the American Midwest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.Winesburg, OhioPreface to the First Edition\u003cbr\u003ePreface to the Revised Edition\u003cbr\u003eChronology\u003cbr\u003eAnderson on \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e (from his \u003ci\u003eMemoirs and Letters\u003c\/i\u003e): Language and Form \/ Winesburg and Its People \/ Reception\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eI. \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e: The Text\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Note on the Text, by Malcolm Cowley\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eII. The Reviewers\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe New Republic\u003c\/i\u003e, June 25, 1919: M. A.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Chicago Evening Post\u003c\/i\u003e, June 20, 1919: LLEWELLYN JONES\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSmart Set\u003c\/i\u003e, August 1919: H. L. MENCKEN\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Bookman\u003c\/i\u003e, August 1919: H. W. BOYNTON\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Springfield Republican\u003c\/i\u003e, July 20, 1919\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe New Statesman\u003c\/i\u003e, July 22, 1922: REBECCA WEST\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eIII. The Critics\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWILLIAM L. PHILLIPS, How Sherwood Anderson Wrote \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWALTER B. RIDEOUT, The Simplicity of \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJARVIS A. THURSTON, Technique in \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eROGER ASSELINEAU, Language and Style in Sherwood Anderson's \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMALCOLM COWLEY, Introduction to \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWALDO FRANK, \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e After Twenty Years\u003cbr\u003eJOHN S. REIST, JR., An Ellipse Becomes a Circle: The Developing Unity of \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEDWIN FUSSELL, \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e: Art and Isolation\u003cbr\u003eDAVID STOUCK, \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e as a Dance of Death\u003cbr\u003eIRVING HOWE, The Book of the Grotesque\u003cbr\u003eCHARLES CHILD WALCUTT, Naturalism in \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEILEEN BALDESHWILER, Sherwood Anderson and the Lyric Story\u003cbr\u003eSALLY ADAIR RIGSBEE, The Feminine in \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARTIN BIDNEY, Anderson and the Androgyne: \"Something More Than Man or Woman\"\u003cbr\u003eJOHN H. FERRES, The Nostalgia of \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLIONEL TRILLING, Sherwood Anderson\u003cbr\u003eE. SAN JUAN, JR., Vision and Reality: A Reconsideration of Sherwood Anderson's \u003ci\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJOHN T. FLANAGAN, Hemingway's Debt to Sherwood Anderson\u003cbr\u003eWILLIAM FAULKNER, Sherwood Anderson: An Appreciation\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTopics for Discussion and Papers\u003cbr\u003eBibliography\u003c\/p\u003e\"When he calls himself a 'poor scribbler' don't believe him. He is not a poor scribbler . . . he is a very great writer.\"--Ernest Hemingway\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Winesburg, Ohio, when it first appeared, kept me up a whole night in a steady crescendo of emotion.\"--Hart Crane\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"As a rule, first books show more bravado than anything else, unless it be tediousness. But there is neither of these qualities in Winesburg, Ohio. . . . These people live and breathe: they are beautiful.\"--E. M. Forster\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Winesburg, Ohio is an extraordinarily good book. But it is not fiction. It is poetry.\"--Rebecca WestBorn in 1876, \u003cb\u003eSherwood Anderson\u003c\/b\u003e grew up in a small town in Ohio—an experience that was the basis of his greatest achievements as a writer.  He served in the Spanish-American War, worked as an advertising man, and managed an Ohio paint factory before abandoning both job and family to embark on a literary career in Chicago.  His first novel, \u003cb\u003eWindy McPherson's Son\u003c\/b\u003e, was published in 1916; his second, \u003cb\u003eMarching Men\u003c\/b\u003e, a characteristic study of the individual in conflict with industrial society, appeared in 1917.  But it is \u003cb\u003eWinesburg, Ohio\u003c\/b\u003e (1919), with its disillusioned view of small-town lives, that is generally considered his masterpiece.  Later novels—\u003cb\u003ePoor White\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eMany Marriages\u003c\/b\u003e, and \u003cb\u003eDark Laughter\u003c\/b\u003e—continued to depict the spiritual poverty of the machine age.  Anderson died in 1941.The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the trees when he awoke in the morning. A carpenter came to fix the bed so that it would be on a level with the window. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuite a fuss was made about the matter. The carpenter, who had been a soldier in the Civil War, came into the writer's room and sat down to talk of building a platform for the purpose of raising the bed. The writer had cigars lying about and the carpenter smoked. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor a time the two men talked of the raising of the bed and then they talked of other things. The soldier got on the subject of the war. The writer, in fact, led him to that subject. The carpenter had once been a prisoner in Andersonville prison and had lost a brother. The brother had died of starvation, and whenever the carpenter got upon that subject he cried. He, like the old writer, had a white mustache, and when he cried he puckered up his lips and the mustache bobbed up and down. The weeping old man with the cigar in his mouth was ludicrous. The plan the writer had for the raising of his bed was forgotten and later the carpenter did it in his own way and the writer, who was past sixty, had to help himself with a chair when he went to bed at night. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn his bed the writer rolled over on his side and lay quite still. For years he had been beset with notions concerning his heart. He was a hard smoker and his heart fluttered. The idea had got into his mind that he would some time die unexpectedly and always when he got into bed he thought of that. It did not alarm him. The effect in fact was quite a special thing and not easily explained. It made him more alive, there in bed, than at any other time. Perfectly still he lay and his body was old and not of much use any more, but something inside him was altogether young. He was like a pregnant woman, only that the thing inside him was not a baby but a youth. No, it wasn't a youth, it was a woman, young, and wearing a coat of mail like a knight. It is absurd, you see, to try to tell what was inside the old writer as he lay on his high bed and listened to the fluttering of his heart. The thing to get at is what the writer, or the young thing within the writer, was thinking about. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe old writer, like all of the people in the world, had got, during his long life, a great many notions in his head. He had once been quite handsome and a number of women had been in love with him. And then, of course, he had known people, many people, known them in a peculiarly intimate way that was different from the way in which you and I know people. At least that is what the writer thought and the thought pleased him. Why quarrel with an old man concerning his thoughts? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the bed the writer had a dream that was not a dream. As he grew somewhat sleepy but was still conscious, figures began to appear before his eyes. He imagined the young indescribable thing within himself was driving a long procession of figures before his eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou see the interest in all this lies in the figures that went before the eyes of the writer. They were all grotesques. All of the men and women the writer had ever known had become grotesques. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe grotesques were not all horrible. Some were amusing, some almost beautiful, and one, a woman all drawn out of shape, hurt the old man by her grotesqueness. When she passed he made a noise like a small dog whimpering. Had you come into the room you might have supposed the old man had unpleasant dreams or perhaps indigestion. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor an hour the procession of grotesques passed before the eyes of the old man, and then, although it was a painful thing to do, he crept out of bed and began to write. Some one of the grotesques had made a deep impression on his mind and he wanted to describe it. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt his desk the writer worked for an hour. In the end he wrote a book which he called 'The Book of the Grotesque.' It was never published, but I saw it once and it made an indelible impression on my mind. The book had one central thought that is very strange and has always remained with me. By remembering it I have been able to understand many people and things that I was never able to understand before. The thought was involved but a simple statement of it would be something like this: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were the truths and they were all beautiful. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe old man had listed hundreds of the truths in his book. I will not try to tell you of all of them. There was the truth of virginity and the truth of passion, the truth of wealth and of poverty, of thrift and of profligacy, of carelessness and abandon. Hundreds and hundreds were the truths and they were all beautiful. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd then the people came along. Each as he appeared snatched up one of the truths and some who were quite strong snatched up a dozen of them. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was the truths that made the people grotesques. The old man had quite an elaborate theory concerning the matter. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou can see for yourself how the old man, who had spent all of his life writing and was filled with words, would write hundreds of pages concerning this matter. The subject would become so big in his mind that he himself would be in danger of becoming a grotesque. He didn't, I suppose, for the same reason that he never published the book. It was the young thing inside him that saved the old man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConcerning the old carpenter who fixed the bed for the writer, I only mentioned him because he, like many of what are called very common people, became the nearest thing to what is understandable and lovable of all the grotesques in the writer's book.","brand":"Penguin Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44885833810149,"sku":"NP9780140247794","price":30.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780140247794.jpg?v=1767744369","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/winesburg-ohio-isbn-9780140247794","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}