The Immigrant's Daughter [antikvár]

THE IMMIGRANT'S DAUGHTER THE IMMIGRANTS was the bestseller that began Howard Fast's sweeping series of novels that follows the fortunes of the remarkable Lavette family from the later nineteenth century through two world wars, Vietnam and into the present day. THE IMMIGRANT'S DAUGHTER focuses on Barbara Lavette, a woman who has already had a life as rich and full of passion as most could wish for. Suddenly, on a whim, she decides to run for Congress at the age of 60, and thereby sets in motion a whole new exciting chain of events in her life, a chain forged by reawakened love and threatened by political intrigue and vicious South American rivalries. A testimony to the indomitable spirit of a woman fearless of change and destined to imprint herself on the twentieth century, Barbara Lavette is a stunning and memorable creation. Howard Fast has brought to a dramatic and poignant conclusion a beautifully wrought modern saga. V-J he was thinking that it was exactly what she needed, a birthday party. Oh, yes indeed, it was just what she needed to remind herself that she was sixty years old. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I am sixty. That is something to write home about, isn't it? Here's my celebratory verse: It's nifty to be sixty and heavenly to be seventy. Stupid doggerel. Does one still weep at sixty? Or does the brine connote rheumy presenility? All thoughts of irresolute protest, and she was actually saying, "Please, let me be. Not that I don't want you to remind me, because I can't forget for a moment, and I can even face the fact that I am an old woman — yes, in spite of your indignant protests. Old? Since when is sixty old? You're still young and vital and beautiful and all the other assorted bullshit. I am old, and the truth is that I really don't give a damn about parties or any other kind of celebration." The telephone rang. Barbara Lavette picked up the telephone and spoke to her son, Sam, more formally Dr. Samuel Thomas Cohen, who kept the name of his father and who put together smashed hands and feet with great skill. In that crisp, knowledgeable tone that doctors assume, he informed his mother that he and Carla would stop by for her at about eleven. Something in Barbara always reacted to Carla and even to the mention of her name. She did not like Carla; howsoever much she tried, howsoever much she