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Bezig met laden... Sixty Lights (2004)door Gail Jones
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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. This work of neo-Victorian fiction is about the life of a girl who becomes a woman and becomes a photographer. It gets a little bit too cute at times-- our protagonist anticipating movies is one thing, but I rolled my eyes when she said something designed to be a pre-echo of Walter Benjamin. It's a transparent way of making your protagonist special. Anyway, this wasn't really bad (I liked it more than the similar Afterimage, which I read around the same time), but it never grabbed hold of me emotionally. Gail Jones – Sixty Lights This book is just a little too studied and styled particularly in its language, which has a distancing effect. It is beautifully written, even magical at times, but ultimately lacks emotional warmth. I found it hard to attach to the characters through the fog of dense language. The narrative is too fractured as well, especially in part one. This also had the effect of distancing me from the emotional trajectory of the story and characters. I found it hard to follow which time frame I was in and which character the chapter was referring to; was the chapter about Lucy as a girl, as a woman, or was it about her mother Honoria? I generally love the fractured narrative and I adore poetic language, but in this book it was just too overdone and it didn’t seem to speak from the heart, but instead from an idea of what a contemporary work of literature should be. The book is extremely intelligent, skilful and at times, the imagery Jones creates is luminous, but as a whole it didn’t move me. I think that poetic language has more punch when it emerges from prose. It is contrast that creates interest. The lyrical writing which I usually so enjoy in Jones's works seemed precious here. The central character, Lucy Strange--orphaned as a child in Australia; carried off to Victorian England with her brother, Thomas, by their profligate and bibulous uncle, Neville; naively seduced and impregnated by a mean cad of an Englishman aboard the ship to India where she's being sent to marry her uncle's friend; and, finally, a photographic artist and consumptive back in England again--is simply too insubstantial a vessel to carry the freight of the author's rarefied musings. Lucy never seems like a person, but rather some sort of Jungian anima figure. While the shifting setting from Australia, to England, to India, and back again to England is interesting, this is not my favourite work by Gail Jones. Not recommended. I don't know that I have the words to do justice to Gail Jones' prose in this gem of a novel. That being said I wasn't initially drawn in. I found the early part confusing as it moved between narrative voices and time periods. The story begins with the death of Honoria in Australia, mother to Lucy and Thomas, soon followed by their father's suicide. Before his death he wrote to Honoria's brother Neville asking him to accept guardianship of the children. Neville has lived a wayward batchelor existence but rises to the challenge. The story digresses to Honoria and Neville's childhood before returning to Lucy and Thomas' new life in London with Uncle Neville. I am pleased to have had a wet weekend to savour the beautiful prose of this story and I hope to revisit it at a later date to fully appreciate her word skills. Acknowledgement - I couldn't finish this book, so I am not reviewing it per se, just commenting on what I didn't like. This book suffers from 'creative-writing workshop' syndrome. I don't know if Jones has ever been to one of these workshops, or done a creative-writing course, but it just has that feel to me. The description doesn't feel like it is there to describe objects or events, but rather there for the sake of showing off the writer's descriptive skills - it is extraneous and distracting. And the children characters are given the personalities and viewpoints of mature adults, which always annoys. And, for the first 50 pages or so, the whole story feels falsly constructed, a hard to describe 'ugh' that put me off reading it. Didn't pass the 50 page test for me. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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In 1860, when they are just eight and ten, Lucy Strange and her brother Thomas are orphaned. Left now in the care of their uncle, the children begin slowly, frighteningly, to find their place in the difficult world. And so begins Lucy's adolescent journey of discovery, one which will take her away from her childhood home in Australia, first to London, then to Bombay and, finally, to her death, at the age of twenty-three. It is a life abbreviated, but not a life diminished. Lucy is a remarkable character, forthright, gifted and exuberant; she touches the lives of all who know her. Written in confident, finely interwoven and intricate layers, Sixty Lights is the powerful chronicle of a modern and independent young woman's life in the Victorian world. Objects evoke memories and hint at the future in a narrative that flows between pleats in time. Through her observation of such objects Lucy's photographic vision is apparent. Her world is a series of still images which one day, printed on albumen paper, she will leave as affecting mementoes of her own extraordinary life. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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