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Sto caricando le informazioni... The Sea Beneath My Window (1960)di Ole Sarvig
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A woman awakens in a strange room with the sea roaring below. She is permitted to leave the house and enters a strange city filled with even stranger characters. But she has no memory. Where is she, and why is she being followed? Or is she? Is the eerie quality of everything about her only an illusion? Danish writer Ole Sarvig combines the detective story genre with mystery and romance to ask moral questions about the nature of the self, memory, and meaning in a world that appears utterly estranged and alienated. Ole Sarvig, the noted Danish novelist, was the author of several works of fiction and poetry. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Eventually the woman finds a name and a place amongst a set of ex-pats whom she might have known and who might regard her kindly. There really are too many episodes portraying rather dull encounters between these people, but somehow each reinforces a sense of menace. Very occasionally Miriam, the protagonist, feels a sense of recognition; less infrequently, she feels that someone or something is threatening her. In the end the mystery is solved. Or not.
There's a point at which the plot and dialogue suddenly become Dan Brown channelling Tom Clancy. In any other case I'd find this retch-making, but here it was only mildly bothersome, either because the book had as it were cast a spell or because I had long since stopped taking it at face value. Nonetheless, this bit leads to some explanations which if taken literally are pretty thoroughly implausible. The resolution, the final passage of the book, seems an either/or matter but it's either/or in a fractal sort of way.
I imagine one could read this book as a mystery/thriller or as a theological allegory but to me it seemed a meditation upon the nature of identity and perhaps consciousness. Some passages seem like a prose interpretation of 'The Wasteland'. In any case it's something I might very well read again.