Mitch Miller - Edgar Lee Masters - Bog

Mitch Miller is a novel written by Edgar Lee Masters, published in 1920. The story is set in the small town of Spoon River, Illinois, and follows the life of Mitch Miller, a young man who is struggling to find his place in the world. Mitch is a talented musician, but his dreams of becoming a famous composer are constantly thwarted by his lack of confidence and his fear of failure. As he navigates the ups and downs of life in Spoon River, Mitch must confront his own insecurities and learn to believe in himself if he ever hopes to achieve his goals.The novel is written in a series of interconnected poems, each one told from the perspective of a different character in the town. Through these various voices, the reader gets a glimpse into the complex web of relationships and emotions that make up the fabric of Spoon River. Mitch's story is just one of many, but it serves as a powerful reminder of the universal struggles that we all face as we try to find our place in the world.Overall, Mitch Miller is a poignant and thought-provoking novel that explores themes of self-doubt, ambition, and the search for meaning in life. With its lyrical prose and vivid characters, it is a timeless classic that continues to resonate with readers today.1920. American poet and novelist who practiced law for nearly thirty years. Spoon River Anthology is the book that made his reputation and is regarded as one of the most popular and widely known works in all of American literature. Mitch Miller, one of his novels, is mostly about growing up in Illinois. The book begins: Supposin������� you was lyin������� in a room and was asleep or pretty near asleep; and bein�������; asleep you could hear people talkin������� but it didn�������t mean nothin������� to you-just talk; and you kind of knew things was goin������� on around you, but still you was way off in your sleep and belonged to yourself as a sleeper, and what was goin������� on didn�������t make no difference to you; and really, supposin������� you was tryin������� to get back into deeper sleep before you heard these things. And then supposin������� now and then as your eyes rolled back into your head while sleepin������� you saw through the lids-not tryin������� to look, but your eyes just saw as they rolled past the open place between the lids-and you saw squares of light and dark, or maybe roundish blurs. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.