Worship of Hollow Gods
Leaving Home Trilogy, Book 1
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Narrateur(s):
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Kaleo Griffith
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Auteur(s):
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James Sniechowski
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Worship of Hollow Gods depicts the family norms, rituals, and religious routines of a Catholic Polish Detroit family in the 1950s. Through beautiful language, the characters come to life.
In Worship of Hollow Gods, James Sniechowski bears witness to the world of a sensitive nine-year-old boy, subjected to the underbelly of his Polish Catholic family in working-class Detroit. The year is 1950. The family gathers for a Friday night family poker/pinochle party. The outcome reveals a world no one ever talked about then and they are forbidden to talk about now - the unspoken, the impermissible, the reality beneath every family's practiced facade - and what lies beneath when the front has been ripped away.
Sniechowski unsparingly yet compassionately evokes the temptations, trials, and tactics of the family characters while revealing the hollow gods they naively but fatefully worshipped.
Listeners, no matter where in the world, will be prompted if not pushed to confront the hollow gods that reside, like living ghosts, in the unseen of their family's way of life, the invisible that sources and shapes their beliefs and behaviors.
Worship of Hollow Gods dredges up familial bonds that grip and hold tight, unconsciously dictating our destiny. It is story telling at its caring and compelling best.
©2018 James Sniechowski PhD (P)2021 James Sniechowski PhDCe que les critiques en disent
"The prose is powerfully evocative, ably capturing the bewildered isolation Jim experiences in his own home: 'At nine years old, I could feel that barrenness, the draining effect of mechanical living; feel but not make sense of; feel in my body like a worm screwing itself into my every day.' A poignant and poetic depiction of a tumultuous childhood." (Kirkus Reviews)