“For decades, Mr. Doctorow has been a first–rate artist in the short form... As the assessments of [Doctorow's] long career commence, it is clear that he has been, like his characters, a man apart from his contemporaries. The stories of All the Time in the World do not seem to belong to any school or style but to emanate from his own solitary visions.”
—The Wall Street Journal
“Virtuoso Doctorow is revered for his grandly dimensional novels, but he is also a superlative and transfixing short–story writer. The incandescent new stories and forever stunning vintage tales... that Doctorow selected for this powerhouse collection portray psychological outliers on the edge of either liberation or an abyss. Doctorow is rightfully treasured for his social acuity and fluency in urban life, but he is also a penetrating observer of nature and our concealed primal selves... Doctorow’s complex and masterful tales of the strangeness, pain, and beauty of life are wise and resplendent.”
“Wonderful descriptions... gorgeous sentences... seem to fall effortlessly from Doctorow’s fingertips... Doctorow’s stories generally come back to the melancholy reality of imminent doom–yet they are rarely dreary and can be, in fact, quite funny. His characters, trapped as they are, manage to make a ragged music by rattling their chains.”
“Stories [that] hum with resonance and vitality... distinctive, sharply focused, glistening with crisp language... Wherever they take place, these memorable stories reflect a novelist’s intimate understanding of human frailty and penchant for delusion... Savor All the Time in the World for its elegance, its intuition and for Doctorow’s understanding of the complexity of the human drama.”
—The Miami Herald
“As prolific as he is protean, E.L. Doctorow regularly serves up new observations on peculiarly American characters... Doctorow seems telepathic in his ability to channel... men and women from a wide range of eras, landscapes, ethnicities. This virtuosity is one reason he’s such a revered writer... as ever, Doctorow has captured the mood of our time and rendered it in compelling fiction.”
—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“All the Time in the World serves as a handy index to the great man’s themes... His writing has always had an almost European sense of world–historical sobriety, conveying something fatalistic and weighty and dark–toned... Doctorow passes the same gift along to the reader, with the same careful density and emotional heft.”
—The Washington Post
From All The Time In The World
People will say that I left my wife and I suppose, as a factual matter, I did, but where was the intentionality? I had no thought of deserting her. It was a series of odd circumstances that put me in the garage attic with all the junk furniture and the raccoon droppings–which is how I began to leave her, all unknowing, of course– whereas I could have walked in the door as I had done every evening after work in the fourteen years and two children of our marriage. Diana would think of her last sight of me, that same morning, when she pulled up to the station and slammed on the brakes, and I got out of the car and, before closing the door, leaned in with a cryptic smile to say good–bye–she would think that I had left her from that moment. In fact, I was ready to let bygones be bygones and, in another fact, I came home the very same evening with every expectation of entering the house that I, we, had bought for the raising of our children. And, to be absolutely honest, I remember I was feeling that kind of blood stir you get in anticipation of sex, because marital arguments had that effect on me.
Excerpted from All The Time In The World by E. L. Doctorow Copyright © 2012 by E.L. Doctorow. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.