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The English Patient von Michael Ondaatje
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The English Patient (Original 1992; 1993. Auflage)

von Michael Ondaatje

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Der Zufall verschlägt 4 Menschen unterschiedlichster Herkunft gegen Ende des 2. Weltkrieges in eine zerbombte Villa in der Toskana und verbindet sie zu einer Notgemeinschaft
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Titel:The English Patient
Autoren:Michael Ondaatje
Info:Vintage Books (1993), Paperback, 305 pages
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Der englische Patient von Michael Ondaatje (1992)

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I love beautiful writing, but this is just pretentious....maybe I'll watch the movie. ( )
  almin | Sep 15, 2021 |
This book is a literary and emotional experience. If I had read it a year ago I would have probably given two stars or less. The language and flow are heavy as molasses at times and some descriptions are off, but it really speaks to anyone who experienced love, loss and grief. It also raises question about the moral and emotional cost of war.

The story plays in an Italian villa that brings together four broken characters weaving their daily interactions with their back stories. The badly burnt "English Patient", who is cared for by the war nurse Hana, are joined by David Carvaggio and Kip (the bomb expert or sapper as he is called in the novel). As these characters take refuge and comfort in each other's company their pain and grief unfolds in memories. We get to know especially the Patient who is not what he seems to be and who grieves a lost love. Then we know Kip the young Indian, who turned out to be a brilliant sapper although thrust unwillingly into this "white-man's" war. Then there are the two Canadians the young Hana, the war nurse, grown up and old before her time although we see flashes of her childish spirit, and David Carvaggio the mysterious character, who was used as an agent or "thief" in the war, and ended up punished badly for it.

The thrust of the novel is its emotional power and how the author dealt with the fragile human condition, exposed in the harsh and ambiguous moral landscape of war, death, and betrayal. It is a compelling read worthy of revisiting. ( )
  moukayedr | Sep 5, 2021 |
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I found it really evocative of the times and places of the settings, and liked the integration of the plotlines as representing the healing of the protagonist. But again I found myself curiously unmoved by it. I am a bit surprised that the book won the Booker and the film the Oscar. But there's no accounting for taste, and I know mine is sometimes a minority opinion. ( )
  nwhyte | Aug 27, 2021 |
Michelle's favorite book!
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  Charles_R._Cowherd | Jul 10, 2021 |
When this movie came out, I was in college, and was right along with Elaine Benes in absolutely hating it. As a result, I didn't have much interest in reading Michael Ondaatje's novel. However, it's on the 1,001 list, which is very fortunate, because I completely enjoyed the novel (and assume I would also enjoy the film now that I'm older and wiser.)

The characters really came off the page and the story was very gripping even though I knew where it all was going. Really, just a wonderful book reading experience because of the way the prose just cozies up to you. ( )
  amerynth | Jun 12, 2021 |
... the plane must have been drying out under its tarpaulin in the desert for eight years. It is entirely covered with sand. Almasy `digs' it out : with what? ... Having shifted tons of sand ... he moves, single-handed, the plane out on to the level, so it can take off. How, single-handed, does he `swing the prop'? ... sand would have penetrated moving parts of the machinery and would have to be meticulously dusted out. ... Almasy merely pours in his can of petrol -- and the engine starts!
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It is a complex and confusing novel whose readers might easily want to consult the index simply to untangle the threads of the plot ... to clarify events that had another meaning ... in an earlier context.
 
Una vez oí a una mujer africana decir que no se podía describir África, que África solo se entiende si se ha vivido allí. Hace años ya de aquel momento y, sin embargo, esas palabras se me han quedado grabadas y las recuerdo con frecuencia. Por ejemplo, me han venido a la memoria al leer El paciente inglés, de Michael Ondaatje, y no solo porque hable de lo que supone atravesar el desierto de Libia, algo inimaginable para nuestras cabezas acostumbradas a vidas sencillas, sino porque además transmite el peso de la guerra, un hecho también inconcebible para los que siempre hemos vivido en paz.
 

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"Most of you, I am sure, remember the tragic circumstances of the death of Geoffrey Clifton at Gilf Kebir, followed later by the disappearance of his wife, Katharine Clifton, which took place during the 1939 desert expedition in search of Zerzura.
"I cannot begin this meeting tonight without referring very sympathetically to those tragic occurrences.
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From the minutes of the Geographical Society meeting of November 194-, London
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“Why are you not smarter? It's only the rich who can't afford to be smart. They're compromised. They got locked years ago into privilege. They have to protect their belongings. No one is meaner than the rich. Trust me. But they have to follow the rules of their shitty civilised world. They declare war, they have honour, and they can't leave. But you two. We three. We're free.”
“There is a whirlwind in southern Morocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. There is the africo, which has at times reached into the city of Rome. The alm, a fall wind out of Yugoslavia. The arifi, also christened aref or rifi, which scorches with numerous tongues. These are permanent winds that live in the present tense.
There are other, less constant winds that change direction, that can knock down horse and rider and realign themselves anticlockwise. The bist roz leaps into Afghanistan for 170 days--burying villages. There is the hot, dry ghibli from Tunis, which rolls and rolls and produces a nervous condition. The haboob--a Sudan dust storm that dresses in bright yellow walls a thousand metres high and is followed by rain. The harmattan, which blows and eventually drowns itself into the Atlantic. Imbat, a sea breeze in North Africa. Some winds that just sigh towards the sky. Night dust storms that come with the cold. The khamsin, a dust in Egypt from March to May, named after the Arabic word for 'fifty,' blooming for fifty days--the ninth plague of Egypt. The datoo out of Gibraltar, which carries fragrance.
There is also the ------, the secret wind of the desert, whose name was erased by a king after his son died within it. And the nafhat--a blast out of Arabia. The mezzar-ifoullousen--a violent and cold southwesterly known to Berbers as 'that which plucks the fowls.' The beshabar, a black and dry northeasterly out of the Caucasus, 'black wind.' The Samiel from Turkey, 'poison and wind,' used often in battle. As well as the other 'poison winds,' the simoom, of North Africa, and the solano, whose dust plucks off rare petals, causing giddiness.
Other, private winds.
Travelling along the ground like a flood. Blasting off paint, throwing down telephone poles, transporting stones and statue heads. The harmattan blows across the Sahara filled with red dust, dust as fire, as flour, entering and coagulating in the locks of rifles. Mariners called this red wind the 'sea of darkness.' Red sand fogs out of the Sahara were deposited as far north as Cornwall and Devon, producing showers of mud so great this was also mistaken for blood. 'Blood rains were widely reported in Portugal and Spain in 1901.'
There are always millions of tons of dust in the air, just as there are millions of cubes of air in the earth and more living flesh in the soil (worms, beetles, underground creatures) than there is grazing and existing on it. Herodotus records the death of various armies engulfed in the simoom who were never seen again. One nation was 'so enraged by this evil wind that they declared war on it and marched out in full battle array, only to be rapidly and completely interred.”
“All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.”
“The desert could not be claimed or owned — it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East ... All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.”
“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swam up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if cares... I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. WE are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.”
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