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Lädt ... A Dance to the Music of Time: vol.2: Summer (1997. Auflage)von Anthony Powell (Autor)
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Melde dich bei LibraryThing an um herauszufinden, ob du dieses Buch mögen würdest. Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch. I am trying to read the whole series over the course of a year by reading one volume each months. This book collects the 4th to 6th volumes. These books cover Nicholas Jenkins and his friends and acquaintances establishing themselves in careers and marriages. I'm now more familiar with the people who pop up most often, but there are many new characters too. The London nightlife of the 30s described in this book is so interesting and the clouds of WWII are starting to gather. keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
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Anthony Powell's brilliant twelve-novel sequence chronicles the lives of over three hundred characters, and is a unique evocation of life in twentieth-century England. It is unrivalled for its scope, its humour and the enormous pleasure it has given to generations. Volume 2 contains the second three novels in the sequence- At Lady Molly's; Casanova's Chinese Restaurant; The Kindly Ones Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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Volumes #4 to #6 of Powell's epic sequence are collected here: At Lady Molly's, Casanova's Chinese Restaurant and The Kindly Ones. These volumes take place over a compressed period of time from about 1934 to 1939 (with a flashback to that last innocent summer of 1914, when our narrator was but a boy). Here, Powell expands considerably - both in scope and in literary achievement - by taking Nick Jenkins and Kenneth Widmerpool, and their various hangers-on, through the realities of adulthood. The world still feels rather prelapsarian, and the retrospective voice of our narrator regularly reminds us (without often saying it directly) that War is just around the corner. The cast widens substantially, and the reader may be surprised by which characters from Jenkins' early years play major roles and which ones don't.
Perhaps these novels will only be read in future by a select few determined Anglophiles. This was always a rare project, a rather niche collage compiled by a rather niche college artiste. From my vantage point in 21st century Australia, many of the issues contained herein seem irrelevant or even absurd. (You may have a different view; perhaps you too have often had to remind yourself to call your brother by his new landed title rather than his old landed title, neither of which are his first or last names!)
Yet the dedicated will be rewarded with moments of true insight, tableaux of joy and sorrow, of hope and woe. And I believe rereading of the series will enrich the experience even more. The famously large cast of characters features many who appear only at strategic moments laced intermittently through the series, but who are reflected in the eyes of several others. The reader, then, is left with a mindboggling sense of every characters as a complete person just out of our reach, more complex perhaps than Jenkins himself realises, and certainly moreso than many of their interlocutors. (Well, for the most part; Betty Templer seems like she's exactly as wacko as described.)
Powell was writing these well after the fact. He was fully aware that the way of life which he clung to was archaic and almost willfully rejected by the post-war world order. And while this rejection was the right decision, it is lovely to return to this alcohol-soaked, class-conscious, endlessly literate Wonderland... for a while, at least. ( )