Gwyn Thomas (1) (1913–1981)
Auteur de The Dark Philosophers
Pour les autres auteurs qui s'appellent Gwyn Thomas, voyez la page de désambigüisation.
A propos de l'auteur
Gwyn Thomas was born in Cymmer, Wales on July 6, 1913. He was educated at the University of Oxford and at Complutense University of Madrid. He wrote 16 books during his lifetime including All Things Betray Thee, The Alone to the Alone, and The World Cannot Hear You. He also wrote six plays afficher plus including The Keep and an autobiography entitled A Few Selected Exits. He died on April 13, 1981 at the age of 67. (Bowker Author Biography) afficher moins
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Œuvres de Gwyn Thomas
Leaves in the wind 4 exemplaires
WOLF AT DUSK 2 exemplaires
A frost on my frolic 1 exemplaire
The stranger at my side : a novel 1 exemplaire
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Étiqueté
Partage des connaissances
- Date de naissance
- 1913-07-06
- Date de décès
- 1981-04-14
- Sexe
- male
- Nationalité
- UK
- Lieu de naissance
- Cymmer, Wales
- Lieu du décès
- Cardiff, Wales
- Professions
- novelist
playwright - Courte biographie
- Gwyn Thomas (6 July 1913 – 13 April 1981) was a Welsh writer who has been called 'the true voice of the English-speaking valleys'.
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Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 21
- Aussi par
- 1
- Membres
- 176
- Popularité
- #121,982
- Évaluation
- 4.1
- Critiques
- 10
- ISBN
- 93
- Langues
- 2
“We are the something that happens, Katherine. If we are still, the world’s a desert.”
Is stuffed with aphorisms:
“A man pinned under a rock will show bruises, if not understanding.”
And gleams in a sun epiphanic and restless:
“I’ve heard of such men, Eddie. I’m not like them. The feel of other men’s lives is rough as sandstone on my face. I dodge away from it, that’s the great aim of all my breathing. I give as little of a damn for whether they find salvation as for whether they find gold or dung or amethyses or smallpox or whatever it is they feel will belly out their lives. But I’m glad such men exist as feel the fever of a boundless misery. Somehow, somewhere, I suppose they keep the root of something watered, something that off and on serves as a magnet even for the slowest, daftest feet.”… (plus d'informations)