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By Margaret Laurence

The Stone Angel, The Diviners, and A fowl within the House are 3 of the 5 books in Margaret Laurence's well known "Manawaka series," named for the small Canadian prairie city within which they occur. each one of those books is narrated by means of a powerful lady starting to be up within the city and suffering from actual and emotional isolation.

In The Stone Angel, Hagar Shipley, age 90, tells the tale of her existence, and in doing so attempts to return to phrases with how the very features which sustained her have disadvantaged her of pleasure. Mingling earlier and current, she keeps satisfaction within the face of senility, whereas recalling the lifestyles she led as a rebellious younger bride, and later as a grieving mom. Laurence provides us in Hagar a lady who's humorous, infuriating, and heartbreakingly poignant.

"This is a revelation, no longer impersonation. The influence of such expert use of language is to steer the reader in the direction of the self-recognition that Hagar misses."—Robertson Davies, New York Times

"It is [Laurence's] admirable fulfillment to strike, with an both yes contact, the atypical be aware and the common; she provides us a portrait of a extraordinary personality and while the image of outdated age itself, with the ache, the weariness, the fear, the impotent angers and actual mishaps, the belief that others are ready and wishing for an end."—Honor Tracy, The New Republic

"Miss Laurence is the simplest fiction author within the Dominion and the best within the hemisphere."—Atlantic

"[Laurence] demonstrates in The Stone Angel that she has a real novelist's present for catching a personality in mid-passion and lifestyles at complete flood. . . . As [Hagar Shipley] daydreams and chatters and lurches throughout the novel, she strains essentially the most convincing—and the main touching—portraits of an unregenerate sinner declining into senility due to the fact Sara Monday went to her gift in Joyce Cary's The Horse's Mouth."—Time

"Laurence's triumph is in her evocation of Hagar at 90. . . . We sympathize along with her in her resistance to being moved to a nursing domestic, in her preposterous flight, in her impatience within the sanatorium. Battered, depleted, discomfort, she rages along with her final breath opposed to the death of the sunshine. The Stone Angel is an excellent novel, admirably written and sustained through unfailing insight."—Granville Hicks, Saturday Review

"The Stone Angel is an effective ebook simply because Mrs. Laurence avoids sentimentality and condescension; Hagar Shipley continues to be passionately inquisitive about the puzzle of her personal nature. . . . Laurence's resourceful tact is strikingly at paintings, for absolutely this can be what it seems like to be old."—Paul Pickrel, Harper's

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