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by J.No one has tagged this product for Amazon search yet.Are You an Author or Publisher?If you have ever read about life in the south under segretation, you have an idea about how difficult things were for African Americans and how tense things were for whites.The intense human emotions, the political climate, the social temper and environment is the backdrop to the amazing character development that is the heart of all of Ms Grau's work.The Keepers of the House is a must for anyone who considers themselves a true bibliophile!"Thanks for the valuable feedback you provided to other Amazon.There are opposing viewpoints about this novel.There is always some truth in fiction, as indicated by the recent revelations about a late U.Senator from a southern state, and the discussions about the mistress of President Thomas Jefferson.Klan to further his career.Things go along fine, but the truth will out.This book won a Pulitzer Prize, so one expects fine writing.Keepers of the House
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So much of this book keeps coming back to mind and I chew on the meaning or the motivation for the character.Growing Up Southern
The Keepers of the House (1964) is a novel of the Old South.Grau knows the land, the plants, the animals, the smells and the sensibility of the place she writes about so the reader can feel like...What book first intrested you in historical fiction?For a limited time only!!!What makes a good historical novel?New Year, New You 2008
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and those who read the short stories over the past few years.The feeling left from the dream was still troubling him.He had bedded down in a dry shelter back from the water.But sleep had been too busy, full of running and of tantalizing smells.And finally, just when he was tearing at something with an almost forgotten flavor, the warm scent in his nostrils had changed to another, and a voice had pierced his ears.The dream memory of Doc had bothered him before, but this time even the warmth of the sun had failed to quiet it, though his nose reported no trace of a human odor now.Abruptly, a motion in the water caught his attention.King growled faintly and plunged down into the unpleasant chill of the water.Necessity and decades of near starvation had taught him perfect form in this unnatural act.He pawed out a stubborn bone from between his teeth and got to his feet again, the double drive overcoming the wish to rest in the warmth of the sun.The banked surface was comparatively free of sand, making the going easier.Then he left the dead town behind, heading for the strengthening smell of the river.Ten minutes later, he was staring out at a long concrete bridge that spanned the current.Something was wrong in his head.Finally he got to his feet and headed along the pitted surface of the bridge.King bristled toward it, smelled it cautiously, and abruptly nosed behind it.There was only the whisper of the ghost of an odor there, and it was too faint to stimulate his sense more than once.He slipped twice, and had to scratch and fight his way back.Twice he started on false trails through the shops and warehouses, but the third time something seemed to groove itself into his thoughts, like the feeling that led him back to the salmon run each year.Glass fractured and clattered downward from one building, followed by a skull that shattered on the stones.Even at the end, there had been the eternal odor of the chemistry laboratory, and now even that was gone.Rotted chips sounded underfoot as King passed by.There most of the great tree boles still stood, with even their nakedness too thick a screen for his eyes to penetrate.He charged through the rubble of sticks and rabbit bones that filled the path there and took a sudden left turn, to come to a skidding halt.King teetered toward one of them, back toward the laboratory, and then again toward the house.There was no answering sound.The smell was stronger this time.And with the instinctive identification of wind direction, he knew it had to be the laboratory.The door was closed, but it snapped open with a groan of hinges as King hit it in full leap.He cocked his ears, studying it.The voice went on without pause, coming from a box in front of him.There was something in the scent that made his neck muscles tense, but he knew Doc was there.The scent was wrong and the figure too motionless.He raised his nose at last to the other hand that lay dropping over the side of the bed, and his tongue came out.It didn't look like Doc.For a long time he lay there, whining and crying.The voice went on, and something ticked regularly on the wall.There was the sound of the wind outside, faint here, but rising steadily.His name wasn't repeated, though he listened for a while.It clicked again, and slowed to silence, leaving the ticking of the clock the only sound in the room.It let out a high squeak.But a thread of familiarity was clutching at his mind, slowing his charge.The rat twisted around and through the door, quavering out a series of squeaks.It went scuttling along the hall, through the opened door, and across the steps to the wasteland beyond.By the time King reached the outside, it was heading for the great tower across the street and halfway to the rocket field.But he was slowing already.Where the great cable had been, a blackened line curved toward the tower, pitting the metal more deeply.The rat had scrambled down and was heading toward the rocket field.Boris, after the sweet smells and the prickings, lying on the table while Doc and the men stood around.Before that, there had been the dead rats that would not stay dead.He circled Doc uneasily, his lips lifted.He paced to the outer door, searching for any return of the rat, while his mind slowly remembered the other rats.The cages were empty, and the scents he had learned here as a puppy were almost gone.The rats that died, and the three that did not, when the men drank smelly liquid and shouted and danced all night, shaking their fists at the base of the tower.The table was still there, beyond the place where the men mixed the strange smells.This room had been a good place, and some of his later dreams had been good.King was trembling as he finished his inspection for rats, and his legs beat a frantic tattoo down the stairs.The death smell was stronger.Doc's feet for hours, and each new takeoff had brought a fresh attack.He still wanted nothing to do with the rockets.And as he looked, the distant form of the rat appeared from below it and leaped upward through a door there.The hulk seemed harmless.It saw him and squeaked sharply, dashing back inside.With a low growl, he leaped through the doorway above the ground.He snapped at it, then turned to find the rat.There was enough light inside to see dimly.From the odors here, he knew the rat had been eating it before he came, but it didn't matter.He finished the package, spitting out the wax, metal, and plastics that surrounded it as best he could.He tore into a package, gasping as a thick, fruity stuff seared at his tongue.He ripped away the covering first, and settled down with the brick between his paws, working on it until it was gone.Some rain came through, making a small puddle on the floor and wetting his coat, but he disregarded it at first, until the thirst began to grow in him.But it was an hour later, while the storm raged and the lightning split the sky with waves of solid fear, before he could pull himself back to another brick.Now that it was harmless and his stomach was filled, some of the old patterns began to stir in his mind.Now he lifted his voice in a long, mournful bark.The building itself stood out in the glare, with every wire of its outer covering glowing white hot.King muttered unhappily, licking his lips uneasily, while his tail curved tighter against him.But now, while the flame still smoldered around the distant building and the lightning might come back, now was no time to risk it.It must have recognized his smell, too, since it settled down against him as it had done when they were both together in the laboratory with Doc.He snarled faintly, then let it alone and went to sleep.The rat was gone in the morning when King awoke, and the sun was shining, though the quieter wind held a closeness that was too close to freezing to suit him.He did not turn, but drove on, heading at a full run for the laboratory.There was no laboratory!Some of the walls still stood.Beside it, the trunk of one of the big trees had been blasted apart and now had its tattered remnants strewn over the dirt, mingling with the coals from the fire that had gutted the building.The heavy, acrid scent of damp, burned wood loaded the air, concealing everything else from his scent.The box from which the voice had come was gone, but the twisted wreck of the tape machine was there.He shoveled the refuse aside, digging for something that was his.But the dog was already backing away.There had been other fires, and one had spread across several blocks.Ahead of him, the bridge came into view, and nearer was the bank of the river on this side.His legs paced out onto the rotten pavement that would carry him across the stream.He faced toward it, and then unerringly toward the place where the laboratory should have been.His mouth opened, and the dirge keened on the air, lifting and driving upward toward the empty sky above.Then King swung back toward the distant shore, picking his way along the worn bridge."Are you sure you want to block this user?Band MembersInfluencesHip Hop, Funky, Soulfull..THE HOUSE KEEPERS, a project studied and realized with the main men of the NET'S WORK RECORDS (Enzo Martino, Pino Maresca, Tony Ciotola)..Follliero,he produced several singles and remixes.The first single GO DOWN out in 2004 was a great success in all over the world,
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