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After an illicit affair, a man decides to send a poem a week to his former lover, even as he begins a new relationship. As the man's new affair progresses, the poems to his old lover continue, until finally, he must send the last poem. But will he? Who will win the battle for his heart, the woman of the past or the woman of the present? Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)813.6Literature English (North America) American fiction 21st CenturyLC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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Love is love, you might believe. Place and time are unimportant when it comes to love. But the land is very important to this story. Whether it's for the sake of metaphor, or flavour, or the sense of vastness or closeness, the land plays a role. And time, well, time is a little mixed up. Oh, it's not science fiction if that's what you're thinking. It's love. And it's a misaligned memory. But mostly, it's love.
In this story, the land is always in the corner of your eye. It vies for your attention. The landscape steals from the cerebral. You are in the mountains. Here is a landscape worthy of an intricate love. Mountains are a landscape where a huge love could almost pass unnoticed. It would have to be quite extraordinary to catch your attention. You could be looking up at that glacier, all elephantine and vast, and right behind you: Tristan and Isolde, or Romeo and Juliet. And you would suddenly feel rather odd. Is that your lunch? you might think. Maybe you've eaten something that's off. Maybe you're getting the flu. What the hell is that?
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