Niall Williams
Auteur de Quatre lettres d'amour
A propos de l'auteur
Author and playwright Niall Williams was born in Dublin in 1958. He received a Master's degree in Modern American Literature from University College Dublin, where he also studied English and French literature. In 1980, he moved to New York and worked as a copywriter for Avon Books. In 1985, he afficher plus moved back to Ireland to become a full-time writer. His first four books were co-written with his wife and deal with their life together in Kiltumper, Ireland. On his own, he has written three plays and five novels. His first novel, Four Letters of Love, became an international bestseller. (Bowker Author Biography) afficher moins
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Partage des connaissances
- Nom canonique
- Williams, Niall
- Date de naissance
- 1958
- Sexe
- male
- Nationalité
- Ireland
- Lieu de naissance
- Dublin, Ireland
- Lieux de résidence
- Dublin, Ireland
New York, New York, USA
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
West Clare, Ireland - Études
- University College Dublin (MA | Modern American Literature)
- Professions
- author
- Agent
- Caroline Michel (PFD)
Membres
Discussions
2014 Booker Prize longlist: History of the Rain à Booker Prize (Octobre 2015)
Critiques
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Prix et récompenses
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Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 16
- Aussi par
- 2
- Membres
- 3,202
- Popularité
- #7,990
- Évaluation
- 4.0
- Critiques
- 95
- ISBN
- 176
- Langues
- 11
- Favoris
- 6
Quotes
The known world was not so circumscribed then nor knowledge equated with facts. Story was a kind of human binding....There was telling everywhere. Because there were fewer sources of where to find out anything, there was more listening. (4)
You don't see rain stop, but you sense it. You sense something has changed in the frequency you've been living and you hear the quietness you thought was silence get quieter still... (35)
Everybody carries a world. But certain people change the air about them. That's the best I can say. It can't be explained, only felt. (41)
In a lifetime there's more than one doorway. Even as I was running I think I knew this was one. (48)
You could hardly credit it was the same world you were in yesterday. (69)
The truth turns into a story when it grows old. We all become stories in the end. (82)… (plus d'informations)