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Sto caricando le informazioni... Twilight : a novel (originale 2006; edizione 2006)di William Gay
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. After digging up a few graves, Corrie and Tyler deduce that the local mortician, Fenton Breece, has an evil bent with the dead after he receives them. They also steal his briefcase which contains photographic proof of his dark practice. Breece hires the town killer to hunt them down and retrieve the proof before they can deliver it to a respectable lawman. Tyler heads for the backcountry to evade the killer, and ends up on an Odyssean journey, meeting up with a Greek chorus of characters only rivaled in form by those Cormac McCarthy might produce. Gay's deft and poetic touch with the world around us is elegiac. Some reviewers bemoan his grammatical style - I doubt they'd have the same quibbles with Faulkner or McCarthy. It's another symptom of just how overlooked [[William Gay]] is in the world. There are few living writers with his delicate and cutting touch with a story. 5 bones!!!!! Highly recommended. Whatever happens. Whatever it takes. It’s enough that you know that Fenton Breece ain’t the only man can bury the dead, and the grave ain’t the only place to put ‘em. Fenton Breece is the undertaker in the town of Centre, Tennessee, and he is one twisted creep. When Corrie and Kenneth Tyler fall upon his macabre secrets, they open up a can of worms and unleash a monster, in the person of Granville Sutter. I would not recommend this book to anyone who has a faint heart, it might not stand the strain. William Gay is such an instinctive writer that this entire book reads like a conversation. Every person, even the over-the-top characters, seem uncannily real. I found myself holding my breath and not wanting to sit in the dark. I believe I would have jumped ten feet if anyone had knocked on my door while I was reading. At its heart, this is a book about good and evil; about how easily evil can be admitted into a life; and about how fine the line between sanity and insanity can be. There’s something about you. Some folks say more than they know. You say considerable less. There’s something about you, and I don’t know if it’s a great good or a great evil. William Gay is not afraid of dark places or hesitant to show the face of evil. His is the most frightening kind of darkness for me, because it is darkness of the soul and it might actually lurk around any corner in life that you happen to turn. Then he thought he must have crossed some unmarked border that put him into territories in the land of Nod beyond the pale where folks would shun him for the mark laid on him to show that he’d breeched the boundaries of conduct itself and that he’d passed through doors that had closed softly behind him and only opened from the other side of the pale and that he’d gone down footpaths into wilderness that was forever greener and more rampant and ended up someplace you can’t get back from. This might well describe the feeling I was left with when I closed this book--as if I had been somewhere it was quite dangerous to go, and doubtful that I would ever be able to come back completely from the experience. But, oh please, be brave, read this novel. You will not regret it. Got halfway through the book when I quit. The story was OK and the writing is very good, but dammit if I don't hate the arrogance of a writer who thinks it's OK to thwart standard punctuation rules and do away with quotation marks. I can't tell you how many times I had to re-read a paragraph because it was made up of dialogue, narration, then dialogue again. But of course, that wasn't obvious because there were no quotation marks. His scant use of commas was frustrating too. Also, Gay seems to enjoy putting words together to make a new word. "Cartire" is an example of this. I first read the word as "car" "ti" "ree" before I realized he meant car tire. And this wasn't being used in dialogue to illustrate someone speaking quickly. It was just there as a part of exposition. Aggravating. All that said, the guy absolutely nails Southern dialect. And the core of the story might have been more impactful if it had moved at a bit quicker pace. But I suppose Gay so badly wants to be in the "literature" genre that he's got to add all this other imagery and fluff so as to slow down the plot. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
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Fiction.
Horror.
Suspense.
HTML: From the acclaimed author of Provinces of Night, a Southern gothic novel about an undertaker who won't let the dead rest. Suspecting that something is amiss with their father's burial, teenager Kenneth Tyler and his sister Corrie venture to his gravesite and make a horrific discovery: their father, a whiskey bootlegger, was not actually buried in the casket they bought for him. Worse, they learn that the undertaker, Fenton Breece, has been grotesquely violating the town's dead, enacting his perverse fantasies. Armed with incriminating photographs, Tyler becomes obsessed with bringing the perverse undertaker to justice. But first he must outrun Granville Sutter, a local strongman and convicted murderer hired by Fenton to destroy the evidence. What follows is an adventure through the Harrikin, an eerie backwoods filled with tangled roads, rusted machinery, and eccentric squatters-old men, witches, and families among them-who both shield and imperil Tyler as he runs for safety. With his poetic, haunting prose, William Gay rewrites the rules of the gothic fairytale while exploring the classic Southern themes of good and evil. About the author: William Gay lives in Hohenwald, Tennessee. He is the author of the novels The Long Home and Provinces of Night and the short story collection I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down. .Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Looking at William Gay's photo on the back , I got a chill. I bet he is the nicest person, and would be a pleasant someone to just stt down and have a glass of iced sweet tea with on a boiling hot day. ( )