Cloudstreet Quotes by Tim Winton
Section title and Main events page no.. Sam loses his hand. Dolly is having sex with a pilot. Sam feels his stump tingling — another premonition — his cousin Joel dies. ForBack 25 Fish his return is agony. The Lambs treat it as a miracle.
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These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community. Winton opens the book with a description of Fish almost drowning. He correctly hints at the boy's eventual fate. Fish tastes death for a second and becomes consumed with a desire to have it for real. He continually comes back to that moment in his mind, longing to drown again. Lester urges his wife to take her parenting role more seriously.
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Dustjacket synopsis: " Cloudstreet a broken down house of former glories on the wrong side of the tracks, a place teeming with memories of its own, a place of shudders, shadows and spirits. Both aghast at the fates which have delivered them to Cloudstreet, and the baffling realisation that they will always remain there. Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear, clean, sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an unfelt gust with bagnecked pelicans riding above them, the city their twitching backdrop, all blocks and points of mirror light down to the water's edge. Twenty years, they all say, sprawling and drinking. There's ginger beer, staggerjuice and hot flasks of tea.