1919: Volume Two of the U.S.A. Trilogy

1919: Volume Two of the U.S.A. Trilogy

Language: English

Pages: 464

ISBN: 0618056823

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


With 1919, the second volume of his U.S.A. trilogy, John Dos Passos continues his "vigorous and sweeping panorama of twentieth-century America" (Forum), lauded on publication of the first volume not only for its scope, but also for its groundbreaking style. Again, employing a host of experimental devices that would inspire a whole new generation of writers to follow, Dos Passos captures the many textures, flavors, and background noises of modern life with a cinematic touch and unparalleled nerve.

1919 opens to find America and the world at war, and Dos Passos's characters, many of whom we met in the first volume, are thrown into the snarl. We follow the daughter of a Chicago minister, a wide-eyed Texas girl, a young poet, a radical Jew, and we glimpse Woodrow Wilson, Theodore Roosevelt, and the Unknown Soldier.

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over and opened the outside door. They both shivered in the chilly wind up the valley that rustled the trees like rain, the river down below made a creaking grinding noise like a string of carts and wagons. A stone hit the roof above them and rolled off. The next one went between their heads and hit the cracked plaster of the wall behind. Ben heard the click of the blade as Nick opened his pocketknife. He strained his eyes till the tears came but he couldn’t make out anything but the leaves

up and bawled him out for drinking, but she gave him a flop and next morning lent him fifteen bucks to tide him over till he got work on a Shipping Board boat. Mrs. Olsen looked tired and a lot older, she said she had pains in her back and couldn’t get through her work any more. Next morning Joe put up some shelves in the pantry for her and carried out a lot of litter before he went over to the Shipping Board recruiting office to put his name down for the officer’s school. The little kike behind

think of that for a model battleship, pretty nifty, ain’t it? Jez, us guys is lucky not to be overseas fightin’ the fritzes in the trenches.” “Oh, I’d just as soon,” growled Joe. “I wouldn’t give a damn.” “Say, Joe, I got a job lined up. Guess I oughtn’t to blab around about it, but you’re regular. I know you won’t say nothin’. I been on the bum for two weeks, somethin’ wrong with my stomach. Man, I’m sick, I’m tellin’ you. I can’t do no heavy work no more. A punk I know works in a whitefront

get you a Turk And the Kaiser too And that’s about all One feller can do AFTER-WAR PLANS OF AETNA EXPLOSIVES ANCIENT CITY IN GLOOM EVEN THE CHURCH BELLS ON SUNDAY BEING STILLED Where do we go from here boys Where do we go from here? Richard Ellsworth Savage It was at Fontainebleau lined up in the square in front of Francis I’s palace they first saw the big grey Fiat ambulances they were to drive. Schuyler came back from talking with the French drivers who were

general with white walrus whiskers came and made a speech about how with the help of Amérique héroique la victoire was certain, and proposed a toast to le président Veelson. The chef of the section, Bill Knickerbocker, got up a little nervously and toasted la France héroique, l’héroique Cinquième Armée and la victorie by Christmas. Fireworks were furnished by the Boches who sent over an airraid that made everybody scuttle for the bombproof dugout. Once they got down there Fred Summers said it

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