By José Lins do Rego
About the writer (from Goodreads):
José Lins do Rego Cavalcanti (July three, 1901 in Pilar Paraíba - September 12, 1957 in Rio de Janeiro) used to be a Brazilian novelist so much recognized for his semi-autobiographical "sugarcane cycle." those novels have been the root of movies that had distribution within the English talking global. besides Graciliano Ramos and Jorge Amado he stands as one of many maximum regionalist writers of Brazil. in response to Otto Maria Carpeaux (Brazilian literary critic), José Lins was once "the final of the tale tellers". His first novel, Menino de Engenho ("Boy from the plantation"), was once released with trouble, yet quickly it bought praised through the critics.
Sobre o livro:
Terceiro quantity do chamado ciclo da cana-de-açúcar, Banguê, de José Lins do Rêgo volta a narrar a vida de Carlinhos. Dez anos após sair do Engenho Santa Rosa, ele chega à vida adulta com o desafio de encontrar um equilíbrio entre o antigo universo aristocrático onde cresceu e os novos rumos que o Brasil tomava.
Agora Bacharel Carlos de Melo, ele é chamado de volta ao engenho. No entanto, sua volta às origens não se dá de maneira fácil. Apesar de entender que sua função seria preservar os valores e costumes de seu avô, o rapaz sabe que esse mundo está em franca decadência.
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