Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe: A Novel by Fannie Flagg (English)

Description: Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg "Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, in 1987"--Title page verso. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Folksy and fresh, endearing and affecting, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe is a now-classic novel about two women: Evelyn, whos in the sad slump of middle age, and gray-headed Mrs. Threadgoode, whos telling her life story. Her tale includes two more women—the irrepressibly daredevilish tomboy Idgie and her friend Ruth—who back in the thirties ran a little place in Whistle Stop, Alabama, offering good coffee, southern barbecue, and all kinds of love and laughter—even an occasional murder. And as the past unfolds, the present will never be quite the same again. Praise for Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe "A real novel and a good one [from] the busy brain of a born storyteller."—The New York Times "Happily for us, Fannie Flagg has preserved [the Threadgoodes] in a richly comic, poignant narrative that records the exuberance of their lives, the sadness of their departure."—Harper Lee "This whole literary enterprise shines with honesty, gallantry, and love of perfect details that might otherwise be forgotten."—Los Angeles Times "Funny and macabre."—The Washington Post "Courageous and wise."—Houston Chronicle Author Biography Fannie Flaggs career started in the fifth grade when she wrote, directed, and starred in her first play, titled The Whoopee Girls, and she has not stopped since. At age nineteen she began writing and producing television specials, and later wrote for and appeared on Candid Camera. She then went on to distinguish herself as an actress and a writer in television, films, and the theater. She is the bestselling author of Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man; Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe; Welcome to the World, Baby Girl!; Standing in the Rainbow; A Redbird Christmas; Cant Wait to Get to Heaven; I Still Dream About You; The All-Girl Filling Stations Last Reunion; and The Whole Towns Talking. Flaggs script for the movie Fried Green Tomatoes was nominated for an Academy Award and the Writers Guild of America Award and won the highly regarded Scripter Award for best screenplay of the year. Fannie Flagg is the winner of the Harper Lee Prize. She lives happily in California and Alabama. Review "A real novel and a good one [from] the busy brain of a born storyteller."—The New York Times "Happily for us, Fannie Flagg has preserved [the Threadgoodes] in a richly comic, poignant narrative that records the exuberance of their lives, the sadness of their departure."—Harper Lee "This whole literary enterprise shines with honesty, gallantry, and love of perfect details that might otherwise be forgotten."—Los Angeles Times "Funny and macabre."—The Washington Post "Courageous and wise."—Houston Chronicle Review Quote "The people in Miss Flaggs book are as real as the people in books can be. If you put an ear to the pages, you can almost hear the characters speak. The writers imaginative skill transforms simple, everyday events into complex happenings that take on universal meanings." -- Chattanooga Times "This whole literary enterprise shines with honesty, gallantry, and love of perfect details that might otherwise be forgotten." -- Los Angeles Times "A sparkling gem." -- Birmingham News "Watch out for Fannie Flagg. When I walked into the Whistle Stop Cafe she fractured my funny bone, drained my tear ducts, and stole my heart." -- Florence King, Author of Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady "Admirers of the wise child in Flaggs first novel, Coming Attractions, will find her grown-up successor, Idgie, equally appealing. The books best character, perhaps, is the town of Whistle Stop itself--too bad trains dont stop there anymore." -- Publishers Weekly Excerpt from Book THE WEEMS WEEKLY (WHISTLE STOP, ALABAMAS WEEKLY BULLETIN) June 12, 1929 Cafe Opens The Whistle Stop Cafe opened up last week, right next door to me at the post office, and owners Idgie Threadgoode and Ruth Jamison said business has been good ever since. Idgie says that for people who know her not to worry about getting poisoned, she is not cooking. All the cooking is being done by two colored women, Sipsey and Onzell, and the barbecue is being cooked by Big George, who is Onzells husband. If there is anybody that has not been there yet, Idgie says that the breakfast hours are from 5:30-7:30, and you can get eggs, grits, biscuits, bacon, sausage, ham and red-eye gravy, and coffee for 25 [cts.]. For lunch and supper you can have: fried chicken; pork chops and gravy; catfish; chicken and dumplings; or a barbecue plate; and your choice of three vegetables, biscuits or cornbread, and your drink and dessert--for 35 [cts.]. She said the vegetables are: creamed corn; fried green tomatoes; fried okra; collard or turnip greens; black-eyed peas; candied yams; butter beans or lima beans. And pie for dessert. My other half, Wilbur, and I ate there the other night, and it was so good he says he might not ever eat at home again. Ha. Ha. I wish this were true. I spend all my time cooking for the big lug, and still cant keep him filled up. By the way, Idgie says that one of her hens laid an egg with a ten-dollar bill in it. ... Dot Weems ... ROSE TERRACE NURSING HOME OLD MONTGOMERY HIGHWAY BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA DECEMBER 15, 1985 Evelyn Couch had come to Rose Terrace with her husband, Ed, who was visiting his mother, Big Momma, a recent but reluctant arrival. Evelyn had just escaped them both and had gone into the visitors lounge in the back, where she could enjoy her candy bar in peace and quiet. But the moment she sat down, the old woman beside her began to talk ... "Now, you ask me the year somebody got married ... who they married ... or what the brides mother wore, and nine times out of ten I can tell you, but for the life of me, I caint tell you when it was I got to be so old. It just sorta slipped up on me. The first time I noticed it was June of this year, when I was in the hospital for my gallbladder, which they still have, or maybe they threw it out by now ... who knows. That heavyset nurse had just given me another one of those Fleet enemas theyre so fond of over there when I noticed what they had on my arm. It was a white band that said: Mrs. Cleo Threadgoode ... an eighty-six-year-old woman. Imagine that! "When I got back home, I told my friend Mrs. Otis, I guess the only thing left for us to do is to sit around and get ready to croak.... She said she preferred the term pass over to the other side. Poor thing, I didnt have the heart to tell her that no matter what you call it, were all gonna croak, just the same ... "Its funny, when youre a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like youre on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me. One day I was a little girl and the next I was a grown woman, with bosoms and hair on my private parts. I missed the whole thing. But then, I never was too smart in school or otherwise ... "Mrs. Otis and I are from Whistle Stop, a little town about ten miles from here, out by the railroad yards.... Shes lived down the street from me for the past thirty years or so, and after her husband died, her son and daughter-in-law had a fit for her to come and live at the nursing home, and they asked me to come with her. I told them Id stay with her for a while--she doesnt know it yet, but Im going back home just as soon as she gets settled in good. "Its not too bad out here. The other day, we all got Christmas corsages to wear on our coats. Mine had little shiny red Christmas balls on it, and Mrs. Otis had a Santy Claus face on hers. But I was sad to give up my kitty, though. "They wont let you have one here, and I miss her. Ive always had a kitty or two, my whole life. I gave her to that little girl next door, the one whos been watering my geraniums. Ive got me four cement pots on the front porch, just full of geraniums. "My friend Mrs. Otis is only seventy-eight and real sweet, but shes a nervous kind of person. I had my gallstones in a Mason jar by my bed, and she made me hide them. Said they made her depressed. Mrs. Otis is just a little bit of somethin, but as you can see, Im a big woman. Big bones and all. "But I never drove a car ... Ive been stranded most all my life. Always stayed close to home. Always had to wait for somebody to come and carry me to the store or to the doctor or down to the church. Years ago, you used to be able to take a trolley to Birmingham, but they stopped running a long time ago. The only thing Id do different if I could go back would be to get myself a drivers license. "You know, its funny what youll miss when youre away from home. Now me, I miss the smell of coffee ... and bacon frying in the morning. You caint smell anything theyve got cooking out here, and you caint get a thing thats fried. Everything here is boiled up, with not a piece of salt on it! I wouldnt give you a plugged nickel for anything boiled, would you?" The old lady didnt wait for an answer ".... I used to love my crackers and buttermilk, or my buttermilk and cornbread, in the afternoon. I like to smash it all up in my glass and eat it with a spoon, but you caint eat in public like you can at home ... can you? ... And I miss wood. "My house is nothing but just a little old railroad shack of a house, with a living room, bedroom, and a kitchen. But its wood, with pine walls inside. Just what I like. I dont like a plaster wall. They seem ... oh, I dont know, kinda cold and stark-like. "I brought a picture with me that I had at home, of a girl in a swing with a castle and pretty blue bubbles in the background, to hang in my room, but that nurse here said the girl was naked from the waist up and not appropriate. You know, Ive had that picture for fifty years and I never knew she was naked. If you ask me, I dont think the old men theyve got here can see well enough to notice that shes bare-breasted. But, this is a Methodist home, so shes in the closet with my gallstones. "Ill be glad to get home.... Of course, my house is a mess. I havent been able to sweep for a while. I went out and threw my broom at some old, noisy bluejays that were fighting and, wouldnt you know it, my broom stuck up there in the tree. Ive got to get someone to get it down for me when I get back. "Anyway, the other night, when Mrs. Otiss son took us home from the Christmas tea they had at the church, he drove us over the railroad tracks, out by where the cafe used to be, and on up First Street, right past the old Threadgoode place. Of course, most of the house is all boarded up and falling down now, but when we came down the street, the headlights hit the windows in such a way that, just for a minute, that house looked to me just like it had so many of those nights, some seventy years ago, all lit up and full of fun and noise. I could hear people laughing, and Essie Rue pounding away at the piano in the parlor; Buffalo Gal, Wont You Come Out Tonight or The Big Rock Candy Mountain, and I could almost see Idgie Threadgoode sitting in the chinaberry tree, howling like a dog every time Essie Rue tried to sing. She always said that Essie Rue could sing about as well as a cow could dance. I guess, driving by that house and me being so homesick made me go back in my mind ... "I remember it just like it was yesterday, but then I dont think theres anything about the Threadgoode family I dont remember. Good Lord, I should, Ive lived right next door to them from the day I was born, and I married one of the boys. "There were nine children, and three of the girls, Essie Rue and the twins, were more or less my own age, so I was always over there playing and having spend-the-night parties. My own mother died of consumption when I was four, and when my daddy died, up in Nashville, I just stayed on for good. I guess you might say the spend-the-night party never ended..." Details ISBN042528655X Author Fannie Flagg Short Title FRIED GREEN TOMATOES AT THE WH Pages 416 Language English ISBN-10 042528655X ISBN-13 9780425286555 Media Book Residence Montecito, CA, US Year 2016 Subtitle A Novel Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2016-09-27 NZ Release Date 2016-09-27 US Release Date 2016-09-27 Place of Publication New York UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Publisher Random House USA Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 2016-09-27 Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. Replaces 9780804115612 DEWEY 813.54 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:100382282;

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