“The Family Fang is a comedy, a tragedy, and a tour-de-force examination of what it means to make art and survive your family. Like everything else Kevin Wilson does, I have never seen anything like it before. The best single word description would be brilliant.” (Ann Patchett, bestselling... read more
“Perhaps he didn't have to professs his love every time someone came around and made him feel less unhappy than he had been previously.”Buster
“Art, if you loved it, was worth any amount of unhappiness and pain. If you had to hurt someone to achieve those ends, so be it. If the outcome was beautiful enough, strange enough, memorable enough, it did not matter. It was worth it.”
“"We're just bored," said Joseph. "That's the simplest answer. It's like, no matter where you are or what you're doing, you have to try like hell to keep from getting bored to death."”
“They had affected themselves with the authenticity of the moment.”
“What you'll find, I think, is that the things you most want to avoid are the things that make you feel the greatest when you actually do them.”
“He looked like ominous weather, about to sputter and cry.”
“We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us.”
“"The act is not the art," he told himself. "The reaction is the art."”
“The baby was a hummingbird inside his cupped hands, and Caleb could not hold on tightly enough to believe she was real. It was a form of art for which he had no innate talent.”
“Camille was shocked by the seismic shift in emotion that crossed Annie's face, her mouth open so wide it seemed possible that a horde of demos might fly out.”
“The simplest things are the hardest to understand.”
“"Criticism is like dissecting a dead frog," Caleb said when the book was published. "They're examining all the guts and shit and organs, when the things that really matters, whatever it was that animated the body, has long since left. It does nothing for art."”
“The Fangs simply throw their bodies into a space as if they were hand grenades and wait for the disruption to occur.”
“He tried to think of all the people in his life as chemicals, the uncertainty of mixing them together, the potential for explosions and scarring.”
“She felt like she could do this forever, inviting the flame closer and closer until it made a home beneath her skin, traveled throughout her entire body, and lit her up from the inside.”
Conventional lives are the perfect refuge if you are a terrible artist.”Highlighted by 68 Kindle customers
What you’ll find, I think, is that the things you most want to avoid are the things that make you feel the greatest when you actually do them.”Highlighted by 66 Kindle customers
Art, if you loved it, was worth any amount of unhappiness and pain. If you had to hurt someone to achieve those ends, so be it. If the outcome was beautiful enough, strange enough, memorable enough, it did not matter. It was worth it.Highlighted by 52 Kindle customers
Was this how trauma worked? she wondered. Those closest to it remained dumbfounded by the fact that those who weren’t present could derive meaning from it?Highlighted by 40 Kindle customers
Perhaps he didn’t have to profess his love every time someone came around and made him feel less unhappy than he had been previously.Highlighted by 38 Kindle customers
“Even awful people can be polite for a few minutes,” their father told them. “Any longer than that and they revert to the bastards they really are.”Highlighted by 37 Kindle customers
It’s like, no matter where you are or what you’re doing, you have to try like hell to keep from getting bored to death.”Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
Your parents were right. They beat me by completely inverting my theory. Kids don’t kill art. Art kills kids.”Highlighted by 30 Kindle customers
He could count on one hand the number of times he’d had sex and still have enough fingers left over to make complicated shadow puppets.Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
“Criticism is like dissecting a dead frog,” Caleb said when the book was published. “They’re examining all the guts and shit and organs, when the thing that really matters, whatever it was that animated the body, has long since left. It does nothing for art.”Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
Epigraph
Contents
Prologue: Crime and Punishment, 1985; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 1
The Sound And The Fury, March 1985; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 2
A Modest Proposal, July 1988; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 3
The Portrait of a Lady, 1988; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 4
The Day of the Locust, 1989; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 5
Untitled Project, 2007; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 6
More Woe, 1995; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 7
A Christmas Carol, 1977; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 8
Shot, 1975; Artists: Hobart Waxman and Caleb Fang
Chapter 9
Lights, Camera, Action, 1985; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 10
The Last Supper, 1985; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 11
The Inferno, 1996; Artists: Caleb and Camille Fang
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Favor Fire, 2009; Artists: Annie Fang
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also By Kevin Wilson
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
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