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Bezig met laden... A Sun for the Dying (1999)door Jean-Claude Izzo
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 Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek.  Joop-le-philosophe | Jan 30, 2019 |   Une histoire qui coule et qui ne laissera pas de trace, comme tous ces gens qui la traverse sans lui appartenir. Juste un pincement au cœur et un désir d’une tendresse impossible. raton-liseur | Jun 21, 2017 | Rico used to have a job, a house, a wife and a son, but now he drinks too much, sleeps where he can, views his wife and son in the distance as they go about their lives. He has begged, he has just seen his best friend die alone of the cold in a Paris subway station, and sees himself as next in line. So, he heads south to Marseilles where at the very least, if he is going to die, he can be warm. This is a remarkable book that lets you into the skin of a person you may have seen in your own town but are afraid to talk to because he is dirty, drunk, and smells bad. It lets you see someone who was someone once upon a time, and for whom the world has shrunk down to today, this hovel, this meal. The narrator of Rico's story reveals his identity very late in the book and it is unexpected. This book in all its sadness, is worth a re-read to understand how it feels from under the blue tarp of the chronically homeles who live in shanties under bridges, who beg at stoplights with cardboard signs. .... as Phil Ochs sang it: Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And I'll show you a young man With many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or I. (  ) grheault | Apr 27, 2013 | Alors au final, j'ai bien accroché aux mots d'Izzo, qui m'ont fait voir la réalité. http://ouistilit.blogspot.fr/2012/05/le-soleil-des-mourants-de-jean-claude.html (  ) addy | Aug 1, 2011 | Rico has become lost to his family, wife, son and job – as events overtake him. He loses his sobriety, his dignity and descends into a hellish existence on the street. He makes poignant attachments to the people he meets on the margin of society, including a Bosnian refugee woman, forced to flee her country and resort to prostitution. He recounts his past loves in a tender and sad voice – one that is striving to find solace and intimacy in a world that has betrayed him. This is an intense study of psychological stress and social degradation. Very reminiscent of The Grass Arena, this book is bleak, sad and unsentimental. It examines the unraveling, the animalistic nature of survival and the tragedy that hits some people without good reason – and the doors of Rico's life close successively behind him as he sinks into his ultimately tragic end. I almost abandoned this book after the first 70 pages; the gritty maleness of the book seemed too much for me. However, I was very glad to have read it – the character of Rico finally evoking enormous sympathy and ultimately admiration. (  )1  kiwidoc | Feb 13, 2009 | geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
The final novel from the author of the Marseilles trilogy. "A bleak, affecting tale about a man on the skids, despairing of love's ability to heal" (Publishers Weekly). Rico has been banished to society's margins; he has neither a roof over his head nor a steady income on which to depend. When a friend and fellow vagabond dies of exposure after a night spent in the Paris metro, Rico decides to flee the northern cold for his beloved south, for Marseilles and the warmth of the Mediterranean. Diverted and hindered along the way, he suffers the vagaries of human cruelty and pettiness, and is warmed by occasional, fleeting instances of human tenderness. His return to the Mediterranean is simultaneously a homecoming and a pilgrimage in search of lost love, innocence, and humanity. From the celebrated author of the Marseilles trilogy, this is both an affecting on-the-road novel and a tender exploration of love's power to both heal and destroy. "Our last true romantic, Jean-Claude Izzo transmits warmth to his readers, as if granting them a mouthful of pure love.A Sun for the Dying is beautiful, like a black sun, tragic and desperate."--Le Point (France) "Like a chanson by Jacques Brel or Charles Aznavour, Izzo's harsh, honed prose perfectly embodies that Gallic genius for balancing bleak unsentimentality with intense, frank emotion, making this a likely hit not just with fans of noir (including Izzo's own Marseilles trilogy) but also with devotees of Charles Bukowski, Hubert Selby Jr., and other great modern tragedians."--Booklist (starred review) Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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 Google Books — Bezig met laden...GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)843.914Literature French and related languages French fiction Modern Period 20th Century 1945-1999LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde: (3.94)
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> LE SOLEIL DES MOURANTS, par Jean-Claude Izzo (2006, chez Babel, Poche, 224 pages). — Ce qui intéresse Jean-Claude Izzo, ce n'est pas tant de décrire que de comprendre la misère. Alors, quand il décide d'écrire la déroute de Rico, un SDF, il remonte aux sources, aux causes quasi imperceptibles bien qu'enracinées dans le quotidien. Ainsi, pour Rico, tout commence lorsque Sophie le quitte et qu'il finit par se quitter lui-même, se retrouvant très vite à la rue. C'est alors la débrouille pour se chauffer le coeur et les os. C'est son ami Titi, qui meurt emporté par l'hiver. Et c'est surtout cette idée : quitte à mourir, autant le faire au soleil et dans la ville de Léa, son premier amour.
Après sa trilogie publiée dans la Série noire Total Khéops, Chourmo, Solea, Jean-Claude Izzo amorçait déjà un premier changement avec Les marins perdus, délaissant Fabio Montale, ses enquêtes et le polar, et préférant le roman noir mais profondément poétique et humain. Le Soleil des mourants, achevé peu avant sa propre mort, confirme ce besoin grandissant qu'était le sien de s'approcher toujours plus près de la vérité nue, toujours plus près du soleil.
—Laure Anciel, Amazon.fr