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Bezig met laden... Auggie Wren's Christmas Story (1990)door Paul Auster
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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. An unsentimental Christmas story. I love this little book. It's different, a little odd, but kinda sweet in the end. I think it does a good job of summing up Auster's style of writing, so if you're curious about his work but not ready to commit, this is a good place to start. Nicely illustrated as well. This short story was later incorporated into Paul Auster's screenplay, Smoke. This Christmas story is quite different from most. The narrator, an author, is commissioned to write a short story for a Christmas day newspaper edition. When he goes to purchase cigars, Auggie Wren unfolds a story. The story could probably generate discussion on ethical topics. I listened to the audio version read by the author available at NPR's web site. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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Relates the unsentimental holiday tale of a colorful cigar shop owner whose life is altered by a lost wallet, a blind woman, and an unconventional Christmas dinner. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)813.54Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1945-1999LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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nel retro del negozio, Auggie ha aperto uno scatolone
e ha tirato fuori dodici album identici di fotografie.
Poi mi ha spiegato che quello era il lavoro
di una vita. Non gli prendeva
piu' di cinque minuti al giorno:
ogni santo giorno degli ultimi dodici
anni Auggie s'era messo all'angolo
fra Atlantic Avenue e Clinton Street
alle sette in punto del mattino
e aveva scattato una foto a colori
della stessa scena. (8)
Poi, quasi mi avesse
letto i pensieri, mi ha recitato un verso di Shakespeare.
- Domani e domani e domani - ha mormorato sottovoce
- il tempo scorre a piccoli passi. (12) ( )