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Overview In these original essays, short stories, and poems, Buechner reflects on the moments of transcendence in the midst of his daily existence. In a myriad of commonplace activities, he finds the presence of the divine, and he elegantly describes these persons, events, and observations. (Motivation)
In these original essays, short stories, and poems, the beloved Frederick Buechner reflects on the moments of transcendence in the midst of his daily existence. In a myriad of commonplace activities, he finds the presence of the divine, and he elegantly describes these persons, events, and observations, nimbly transporting readers into these realities. With his masterly crafted prose, Buechner edifies, inspires, and offers a timeless model for approaching our human experience.
From Publishers Weekly The distinctly elegiac tone of this volume of reminiscences, poetry and fiction is established in the introduction, where the author confesses that while he can still produce the component parts, crafting a book is, at least at the moment, beyond him. But the octogenarian Buechner, a Presbyterian minister and author of more than 30 nonfiction and fictional works, is still a masterful writer, whose often whimsical descriptions of personalities and places do not mask his inexorable, sometimes self-deprecating candor and elegant restraint. Although the topics of his character sketches are as diverse as the poet Maya Angelou and the professors at the boarding school he attended, it is his family whose ghosts throng the pages of this volume. In these small prose gems Buechner brings his relatives to vivid life: the grandfather who made and lost a fortune, the grandmother who held court at Park Avenue and, always, the father whose suicide marks Buechner's work like a still-open wound. Buechner fans, whose numbers are legion, will find many small pleasures, leaves still fresh and green among the relics. (July)Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.
Citations And Professional Reviews The Yellow Leaves: A Miscellany by Frederick Buechner has been reviewed by professional book reviewers and journalists at the following establishments -
Books & Culture - 07/01/2008 page 9
Publishers Weekly - 04/28/2008 page 132
Booklist - 07/01/2008 page 28
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Studio: Westminster John Knox Press
Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 8.76" Width: 5.76" Height: 0.65" Weight: 0.67 lbs.
Release Date Jun 16, 2008
Publisher Westminster John Knox Press
ISBN 0664232760 ISBN13 9780664232764
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More About Frederick Buechner
Frederick Buechner was born in 1926. The author of more than thirty books, including "Godric," a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, he is one of the most often quoted Christian authors alive today.
Frederick Buechner currently resides in Rupert Putney, in the state of Vermont. Frederick Buechner was born in 1926.
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Yellow Leaves Apr 15, 2009
Watercolors are sometimes created by having initial, well defined line drawings. Then tinting and hues are applied to add color, depth and interest. This reminds me a lot of The Yellow Leaves. One great advantage to this technique is that the artist is able to define his subject matter with pencil or ink sketches and then allow the fluidity of the watercolors to develop the theme and create sometime unique and, sometimes, wonderful.
This reminds me a lot of The Yellow Leaves. The character outlines are crisp. Buechner then allows the reader to fill in the colors and shades in a way that reflects the reader's perceptions and experience. It is a tricky, but wonderful technique when it is successful. Buechner is usually successful, especially in his poetry which completes the volume. I recommend reading this book slowly and savoring the stories. Let the wash over you and apply your own colors.
Well Written, but Nothing New Dec 16, 2008
The Yellow Leaves is a miscellany of stories from Frederick Buechner. His musings range from Presidents that he has known to his grandmother to Charles Dickens. There is no real theme to this work, but it still ties together nicely.
Buechner's style is slow and deliberate, carefully examining every detail. He makes sure every sense is exercised in his writing, and the result is a descriptive atmosphere, which is alternatively mesmerizing and boring.
Some of the stories are interesting; others seem a bit self-involved and pointless. The first chapter grabbed me instantly. It is the story of his last car ride with his mother, a character that couldn't be invented. Another chapter describes his wanderings in England and France as a youth, and it seems Buechner goes out of his way to mention all the famous people he has met. It starts to get old after a while.
Overall, I wouldn't recommend this book. It has a few interesting anecedotes in it, but not enough to warrant purchasing. There is nothing insightful or spiritually awakening, though it is a well written work.
I'd hoped for more. Nov 7, 2008
I have long admired Frederick Buechner, a good thirty years, to be sure. I still find some of his earliest stuff a treasure of insight and good writing. But I was disappointed at Yellow Leaves. I had hoped for a pleasant collection of mature essays, some aged-in-the-wood Buechnerian soft-spoken wisdom. And there is some of that here and there. But mostly it's rambling and pointless memories of his long, privileged life and not a little bit of name-dropping. His sentences are still well crafted, of course. But they lead to not much that is satisfying on a deeper level.
Still Hungry Oct 5, 2008
More than once in the past thirty years I have turned to Frederick Buechner for inspiration, information and correction. In the recent past, I have yearned for the fresh insights, fluid writing, and challenge contained in most of his work. But it seems to me that "The Yellow Leaves" offers none of these qualities. Instead, it seems like random collection of the author's musings concerning the privileges of the upper class. From his teaching days at a posh prep school, to his peregrinations through Europe, the author seems more interested in showing us the glories of wealth and status than in confronting us with new truth. Though an outspoken advocate of the unfettered imagination, Mr.Buechner shows little of it in this book.
Obviously keenly aware of his own mortality, the author seems to pay scant attention to its implications either for his own life or that of the reader. Previously he wrote two brief autobiographical sketches that were compelling and of universal interest. While this book alludes to specific details of his life, it employs them for paltry purposes. For example, his long ago Christmas Eve visit to St Peter's once made a compelling sermon illustration, but repeated here, it seems rather limp and purposeless. In fact, by book's end I was unclear what motivated Mr Buechner to publish it. It is neither a travelogue nor a literary piece, but merely a loosely constructed narrative of an individual's experiences, some of which are quite unremarkable.
In the end, I found myself harboring the same hungers with which I began. With the Israelites of old, I found myself asking, "Is there any word from the Lord?" If not, perhaps there are whimsical scraps which could ignite intellectual curiosity or sober reflection. Though the author has not lost his considerable writing talent, it appears that he no longer uses it either to comfort the afflicted or to afflict the comfortable. For that reason I came empty away, though still convinced that this well has not run dry. I hope not. In the past it has refreshed and restored many of us. I hope it will soon do so once more
perfect little collection Jul 24, 2008
the number of people on this planet who can write like frederick buechner are a tiny, tiny lot. seriously, the dude can put some words into sentences! so, in a sense, i don't care what buechner writes about -- i'll read it, and enjoy it. fiction -- yup. non-fiction -- sure, bring it.
the beek (ah, that's my little pet name for him) hasn't written a full length book in a while. and, as he writes in the forward of this collection, he guesses that ability has left him (i sure hope that isn't true). in the mean time, buechner says he could pull together a collection of essays, scraps of fiction, poems, and family memories, with a sprinkling of faith and church thrown in. somehow, it works.
the best parts of this collection, in my opinion, are the first few pieces -- little memoirs about family members (buechner's mom and brother-in-law, in particular). the whole thing is a bit voyeuristic, looking into a period of time and slice of society that is not my own. buechner comes from east coast, private school, intelligencia, with old money thrown in (buechner's wife is heir to the merck fortune, and his own family, while experiencing some rough times during the depression, did pretty well).
reading often felt a bit like sitting with mr. b in an old but fancy sitting room, somewhere in an old money neighborhood in new england, listening to him tell stories while sipping tea. with milk.
it's a quick read, really, but just lovely. intimate and brilliant.