The DollmakerThe Dollmaker was originally published in 1954 to immediate success and critical acclaim. In unadorned and powerful prose, Harriette Arnow tells the unforgettable and heartbreaking story of the Nevels family and their quest to preserve their deep-rooted values amidst the turmoil of war and industrialization. When Gertie Nevels, a strong and self-reliant matriarch, follows her husband to Detroit from their countryside home in Kentucky, she learns she will have to fight desperately to keep her family together. A sprawling book full of vividly drawn characters and masterful scenes, The Dollmaker is a passionate tribute to a woman's love for her children and the land. |
Contents
Section 21 | 359 |
Section 22 | 377 |
Section 23 | 391 |
Section 24 | 409 |
Section 25 | 431 |
Section 26 | 446 |
Section 27 | 461 |
Section 28 | 473 |
Section 9 | 150 |
Section 10 | 160 |
Section 11 | 170 |
Section 12 | 187 |
Section 13 | 210 |
Section 14 | 230 |
Section 15 | 243 |
Section 16 | 264 |
Section 17 | 283 |
Section 18 | 304 |
Section 19 | 321 |
Section 20 | 341 |
Section 29 | 491 |
Section 30 | 513 |
Section 31 | 532 |
Section 32 | 555 |
Section 33 | 573 |
Section 34 | 583 |
Section 35 | 604 |
Section 36 | 613 |
Section 37 | 629 |
Section 38 | 642 |
Section 39 | 657 |
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