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Lädt ... Lark and Termitevon Jayne Anne Phillips
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Melde dich bei LibraryThing an um herauszufinden, ob du dieses Buch mögen würdest. Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch. I loved it, but am discovering through it some inkling of the way what I love in stories works. And that's a bit troubling. The most gorgeously arresting portions of this work, for me, are perhaps the ones that strip out a certain layer of experience-in-time most precisely. That is, they are highly fabricated . . . and this poses the question then of what is driving the fabricating urge. Why this layer and not another? Why is what is left out left out? Finally then, why do we make the stories we make? It appears that it is not reality--full of pushes and pulls and mysteries and lumps, seamless, impersonal, endless--that drives this fiction and maybe any other. It's just what we want. And some kind of claustrophobia attends this. The separate points of view as a fictional technique are gorgeously done here, utterly different but all connected by some recognizable atmosphere, the scent of time. > Lark et Termite, par Jayne Anne Phillips. — Jayne Anne Phillips tisse un récit où la mémoire collective et la fureur des éléments, les secrets familiaux et les fracas de l'Histoire se conjuguent. Voici un roman magnifique qui raconte l'histoire douloureuse d'une famille, en un choeur où se croisent quatre voix. Celle du caporal Robert Leavitt, qui agonise au fond d'un tunnel, pendant la guerre de Corée. Celle de son jeune fils Termite, un handicapé presque aveugle et merveilleusement sensible. Celle de sa soeur, la généreuse Lark, qui veille sur lui comme un ange gardien. Et celle de leur tante Nonie, qui les a recueillis après la mort de leur mère. D'un personnage à l'autre, entre la tourmente de la guerre en Asie et les tempêtes qui se déchaînent sur la Virginie-Occidentale, Jayne Anne Phillips tisse un récit où la mémoire collective et la fureur des éléments, les secrets familiaux et les fracas de l'Histoire se conjuguent dans une musique parfois violente, et parfois aussi délicate que celle de Carson McCullers. —L'Express This is a difficult book to get into, and it challenges the reader to the very end, but it is really worth the effort. A fascinating story, told from different characters perspectives, and yet even though the stories may get repeated, there is much discrepancies as to what is going on! Reviewers get so many details wrong that you wonder if they really read the book, or just skimmed it. You cannot skim this book! It is all in the details! A beautiful book, this writer can use words like few others! keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
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Set during the 1950s in West Virginia and Korea, this is the story of two children--Lark, on the verge of adulthood, and her brother, Termite, a child unable to walk and talk but filled with radiance--who grow up with their mother and aunt while their soldier-father fights for his life during the chaotic early months of the Korean War. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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1. I already read the Sound and the Fury. Am I gaining anything here?
2. I was motivated to read by the Tim O'Brien blurb, and that I think this was given to me by someone I recently lost (someone with whom, however, I only shared a sliver of overlap in reading preferences).
3. But of course O'Brien would love something that speaks to the trauma of war.
4. The language could be beautiful, so I kept following sentences, and then realized despite that I wasn't engaging with the content.
5. After 10% I went looking at reviews, and on that strength skipped ahead to a Termite chapter. Sorry, no. I'll say it again, I want neurodivergent representation in literature, but an autistic youth as a plot device or gimmick feels icky.
6. I determined to abandon and read a quick internet summary of the main plots. Sorry, again a hard no. ( )