The Kin of Ata Are Waiting for You [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Bryant, Dorothy
  • Author:  Bryant, Dorothy
  • ISBN-10:  0679778438
  • ISBN-10:  0679778438
  • ISBN-13:  9780679778431
  • ISBN-13:  9780679778431
  • Publisher:  Random House
  • Publisher:  Random House
  • Pages:  224
  • Pages:  224
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-1997
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-1997
  • SKU:  0679778438-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0679778438-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100555143
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The Kin of Ata Are Waiting for You is part love story, part science fiction, at once Jungian myth and utopian allegory.

“Truly unforgettable!”—San Francisco Chronicle

The kin of Ata live only for the dream. Their work, their art, their love are designed in and by their dreams, and their only aim is to dream higher dreams. Into the world of Ata comes a desperate man, who is first subdued and then led on the spiritual journey that, sooner or later, all of us must make.

“A masterful novel . . . a beautiful, symbolic journey of the soul, the journey of a serious dreamer.”—Berkely Monthly“Truly unforgettable!”San Francisco Chronicle

“A masterful novel . . . a beautiful, symbolic journey of the soul, the journey of a serious dreamer.”Berkely MonthlyDorothy Bryant's novels and plays use a variety of settings, from the allegorical island ofThe Kin of Ata Are Waiting for Youto her own San Francisco Bay Area (Ella Price's Journal, Miss Giardino, Confessions of Madame Psyche), revolutionary ninenteenth-century France (Dear Master), and South America (Anita, Anita). Her underlying theme is always the same: the struggle of the human spirit to know and become itself.One
 
“Bastard! You son of a bitch! Bastard!”
 
I was almost bored. She stood in front of me like a woman out of one of my books. I had a sudden thought that I might have invented her: long legs, small waist, full breasts half covered by tossed blonde hair. I must have smiled because she swung at me again. I caught her wrist, and she made a stifled sound of anger, almost a growl.
 
“Put your clothes on and get out,” I told her.
 
She went on screaming at me. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. Her breasts were full, but they hung loolă•

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