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A spellbinding meditation on art and life that travels from Eastern Europe to Northern Australia, from World War II to the present. Elegiac and seductive, Belomor is the frontier where truth and invention meet-where fragments from distant lives intermingle, and cohere. A man seeks out the father figure who shaped his picture of the past. A painter seeks redemption after the disasters of his years in northern Australia. A student of history travels into the depths of religion, the better to escape the demons in his mind. A filmmaker seeks out freedom and open space, and looks into the murk and sediment of herself. Four chapters: four journeys through life, separate, yet interwoven as the narrative unfolds. In this entrancing new book from one of our most original writers, we meet European dissidents from the age of postwar communism, artists in remote Australia, snake hunters, opal miners and desert magic healers. Belomor is a meditation on time, and loss: on how the most bitter recollections bring happiness, and the meaning of a secret rests in the thoughts surrounding it. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)823.92Literature English English fiction Modern Period 2000-Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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The trouble is that these dialogues are forced, stilted and unnatural, and the characters barely believable. Road builders encountered by chance in the remote wilderness chat about Karamazov and Chekhov with an art dealer, for example. The whole thing is far removed from any sense of reality, which undermines the whole concept - what attention should be paid to philosophy that is spouted by such shallow and unbelievable actors?
There is a lot of good writing here - Rothwell excels at describing the Australian outback - but in the end I found this novel irritating and wished for it to just end. It’s a shame, because this could have been so much better. ( )