{"product_id":"a-separate-peace","title":"A Separate Peace","description":"\u003cp\u003eProduct Description\n\n\nNominated as one of Americas best-loved novels by PBSs The Great American Read.\n\n\nAn American classic and great bestseller for over thirty years, A Separate Peace is timeless in its description of adolescence during a period when the entire country was losing its innocence to World War II.\n\nSet at a boys' boarding school in New England during the early years of World War II,\nA Separate Peace is a harrowing and luminous parable of the dark side of adolescence. Gene is a lonely, introverted intellectual. Phineas is a handsome, taunting, daredevil athlete. What happens between the two friends one summer, like the war itself, banishes the innocence of these boys and their world.\n\n\nReview\n\n\nAubrey Menen I think it is the best-written, best-designed, and most moving novel I have read in many years. Beginning with a tiny incident among ordinary boys, it ends by being as deep and as big as evil itself.\n\n\nNational Review A masterpiece.\n\n\nThe Observer A model of restraint, deeply felt and beautifully written.\n\n\nWarren Miller Mr. Knowles has something to say about youth and war that few contemporary novelists have attempted to say and none has said better.\n\n\nFrom the Back Cover\n\n\nThe volatile world of male adolescence provides the backdrop for John Knowles' engrossing tale of love, hate, war, and peace.\n\n\nAbout the Author\n\n\nJohn Knowles (19262001) was a graduate of Phillips Exeter Academy and Yale University, as well as a recipient of the William Faulkner Award and the Rosenthal Award of the National Institute of Arts and Letters. His books include\nSeparate Peace,\nPeace Breaks Out, and\nThe Paragon.\n\n\nExcerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.\n\n\nChapter One\n\nI went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a student there fifteen years before. It seemed more sedate than I remembered it, more perpendicular and strait-laced, with narrower windows and shinier woodwork, as though a coat of varnish had been put over everything for better preservation. But, of course, fifteen years before there had been a war going on. Perhaps the school wasn't as well kept up in those days; perhaps varnish, along with everything else, had gone to war.\n\nI didn't entirely like this glossy new surface, because it made the school look like a museum, and that's exactly what it was to me, and what I did not want it to be. In the deep, tacit way in which feeling becomes stronger than thought, I had always felt that the Devon School came into existence the day I entered it, was vibrantly real while I was a student there, and then blinked out like a candle the day I left.\n\nNow here it was after all, preserved by some considerate hand with varnish and wax. Preserved along with it, like stale air in an unopened room, was the well known fear which had surrounded and filled those days, so much of it that I hadn't even known it was there. Because, unfamiliar with the absence of fear and what that was like, I had not been able to identify its presence.\n\nLooking back now across fifteen years, I could see with great clarity the fear I had lived in, which must mean that in the interval I had succeeded in a very important undertaking: I must have made my escape from it.\n\nI felt fear's echo, and along with that I felt the unhinged, uncontrollable joy which had been its accompaniment and opposite face, joy which had broken out sometimes in those days like Northern Lights across black sky.\n\nThere were a couple of places now which I wanted to see. Both were fearful sites, and that was why I wanted to see them. So after lunch at the Devon Inn I walked back toward the school. It was a raw, nondescript time of year, toward the end of November, the kind of wet, self-pitying November day when every speck of dirt stands out clearly. Devon luckily had very little of such weather -- the icy clamp of winter, or the radiant New Hampshire summers, were more characteristic of it -- but this day it blew wet, moo\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"replacement-content\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"replacement-content\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003ch3\u003eFEATURES\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cul\u003e\n            \u003cli\u003eGreat product!\u003c\/li\u003e\n        \u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"replacement-content\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"replacement-content\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Scribner","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46567312261343,"sku":"S23435904","price":13.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0581\/9701\/6765\/files\/open-uri20241208-3567411-1tzkhkj.jpg?v=1733723757","url":"https:\/\/speedmerchant65.myshopify.com\/products\/a-separate-peace","provider":"The Hungry Bookworm \u0026 Speedmerchant65","version":"1.0","type":"link"}