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Bezig met laden... Herinneringen mijn leven in Ierland (2009)door John McGahern
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The author offers a revealing and poignant memoir of growing up in Ireland with a violent father and selfless mother as the eldest of seven children, the early death of his mother and the strong influence of his mother's love on his life, his career as a writer, and the impact of the landscape of his youth on both his life and work. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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months ago, it was interesting to read about McGaherns earlier life and
see where his inspiration came from. The sections concerning his mother
are very moving and you can tell she had a profound influence on him.
Geographically it never really spans more than a few town lands, but
McGahern beautifully creates the sense that, to a child, the whole world is
contained within. His father, the sergeant, stalks the pages - a petty,
vindictive bully of a man, who beat his children at every opportunity.
McGahern describes at one stage how his father, who loved oranges,
when he knew he was to be married, bought two dozen oranges in Galway
and sat on a park bench and ate them all. He felt that he never would be
able to afford oranges again once he was married. This image stayed with
me after I’d finished the book. It’s a book full of McGaherns restrained
prose, his carefully honed sentences and insight. Although some parts are
harrowing, there’s no room for sentimentality or self-pity, which I think
sets it apart from other memoirs I have read, there’s just McGaherns
unflinching, humane gaze. Just a masterpiece. ( )