By Tim Winton
(Scribner, Paperback, 9780743234412, 432pp.)
Publication Date: April 30, 2002
Other Editions of This Title: Paperback
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Hailed as a classic, Tim Winton's masterful family saga is both a paean to working-class Australians and an unflinching examination of the human heart's capacity for sorrow, joy, and endless gradations in between. An award-winning work, Cloudstreet exemplifies the brilliant ability of fiction to captivate and inspire.
Struggling to rebuild their lives after being touched by disaster, the Pickle family, who've inherited a big house called Cloudstreet in a suburb of Perth, take in the God-fearing Lambs as tenants. The Lambs have suffered their own catastrophes, and determined to survive, they open up a grocery on the ground floor. From 1944 to 1964, the shared experiences of the two overpopulated clans -- running the gamut from drunkenness, adultery, and death to resurrection, marriage, and birth -- bond them to each other and to the bustling, haunted house in ways no one could have anticipated.
Tim Winton grew up on the coast of Western Australia, where he continues to live. He is the author of eighteen books. His epic novel Cloudstreet was adapted for the theater and has been performed around the world. His two most recent novels, Dirt Music and The Riders, were both shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. He has won the prestigious Miles Franklin Award three times, and in 1998 the Australian National Trust declared Winton a national living treasure. The Turning has already won the 2005 Christina Stead Prize for Fiction.
Carolyn See Los Angeles Times Book Review Winton is a one-man band of genius.
Andrew Yule Time Out Nothing short of magnificent...a wonderful read.
Elizabeth Ward The Washington Post Cloudstreet gets you inside the very skin of postwar working-class australians the way joyce makes you feel like a turn-of-the-century dubliner...people get up from where they have fallen, they try, they keep on. above all, they laugh at themselves, sometimes bitterly, but much more often riotously.