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Bezig met laden... In the Place of Fallen Leaves (1993)door Tim Pears
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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. Felt myself falling into this story almost right away, certainly by the start of the second chapter. The writing is lyrical, creating images and imparting information in an intricate weave. It’s a book without a plot, though, more a memoir in tone than a story, an exposition of events over a long, hot summer in Devon, sometimes grave, others times sad and humorous. Not one to speed through. Beautifully nostalgic. Told from the point of view of teenage Alison, this book is set in the end of the hot summer of 1984 (in the UK). I found the book unimpressive, despite realistic people and fairly well-flowing conversation. There were some odd changes of perspective which shouldn't be possible in a first-person novel, and flashbacks which didn't quite work, confusingly interspersed with the present. It was also quite hard to read at times with strongly accented Devonshire speech. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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WINNER OF THE HAWTHORNDEN PRIZE AND THE RUTH HADDEN MEMORIAL AWARD Tim Pears' prize-winning, critically acclaimed debut about a hot summer in a Devon village where time seems to stand still This overwhelmingly hot summer everything seems to be slowing down in the tiny Devon village where Alison lives, as if the sun is pouring hot glue over it. 'This idn't nothin',' says Alison's grandmother, recalling a drought when the earth swallowed lambs, and the summer after the war when people got electric shocks off each other. But Alison knows her grandmother's memory is lying- this is far worse. She feels that time has stopped just as she wants to enter the real world of adulthood. In fact, in the cruel heat of summer, time is creeping towards her, and closing in around the valley. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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(moving objects taped down, as well as Alison's many introspections and dreaming)
alternates with the impact on people, animals, and a farming family of a Spring, Summer, and Autumn with no rain at all.
"...our house was turning into an aviary of household utensils..."
Observations and descriptions like this pervade the book, yet the overall sadness and depression, while beautifully rendered at times,
dominates and makes it challenging to want to read on in the face of even more: "Today might be different. It never was."
There is also puzzling predictability, as with the near drowning caused by the well-known cold cramping and the hay and matches.
As well, the ending felt forced and unreliable. Alison should have been allowed to prove (or not?) the depth of her character,
after all her accusations of Johnathan's weakness, by claiming him as a friend when school reopened.
The Rector was my favorite, though it's hard to comprehend how he could not have seen that a balance between his lingering theology
and the comfort needed by his dwindling parishioners would have been welcome. What fun finally for him and Maria!
So glad The Quarry Bird flew away before someone thought to kill it. ( )