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A Separate Peace [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Knowles, John
  • Author:  Knowles, John
  • ISBN-10:  0743253973
  • ISBN-10:  0743253973
  • ISBN-13:  9780743253970
  • ISBN-13:  9780743253970
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  208
  • Pages:  208
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2003
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2003
  • SKU:  0743253973-11-MING
  • SKU:  0743253973-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100001530
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An American classic and great bestseller for over thirty years,A Separate Peaceis timeless in its description of adolescence during a period when the entire country was losing its innocence to World War II.

Nominated as one of America’s best-loved novels by PBS’sThe Great American Read.

Set at a boys' boarding school in New England during the early years of World War II,A Separate Peaceis a harrowing and luminous parable of the dark side of adolescence. Gene is a lonely, introverted intellectual. Phineas is a handsome, taunting, daredevil athlete. What happens between the two friends one summer, like the war itself, banishes the innocence of these boys and their world.Chapter One

I went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a student there fifteen years before. It seemed more sedate than I remembered it, more perpendicular and strait-laced, with narrower windows and shinier woodwork, as though a coat of varnish had been put over everything for better preservation. But, of course, fifteen years before there had been a war going on. Perhaps the school wasn't as well kept up in those days; perhaps varnish, along with everything else, had gone to war.

I didn't entirely like this glossy new surface, because it made the school look like a museum, and that's exactly what it was to me, and what I did not want it to be. In the deep, tacit way in which feeling becomes stronger than thought, I had always felt that the Devon School came into existence the day I entered it, was vibrantly real while I was a student there, and then blinked out like a candle the day I left.

Now here it was after all, preserved by some considerate hand with varnish and wax. Preserved along with it, like stale air in an unopened room, was the well known fear which had surrounded and filled those days, so much of it that I hadn't even known it was there. Because, unfamililÃ*

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