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Sto caricando le informazioni... Seconda pelle: romanzo (1964)di John Hawkes
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. I just finished Second Skin by John Hawkes-- what a wonderful experience! His writing is so beautiful that you almost don't care what the story is about. That said-- there's plenty of story to be had here. Granted you have to be able to handle rape, suicide, murder-- but really it is all very subtly and even vaguely related-- not at all gory or graphic, and overall the story is upbeat. His characters are so complex I'm still trying to decide how I feel about the main character, Skipper, not to mention his daughter Cassandra. I am looking forard to more of his books-- though they seem to all be out of print. I can't imagine why. Rating: 4.75
At once soft and grim, the new book is a study in love interlocked with death giving rise to strangeness; like that wonderful sequence of Grotteschi done by the young Piranesi, it is macabre and opulent at the same time. Vipers twine through one eye of the skull, flowers through the other; if the watcher's eye is momentarily lost among their insinuations, it is a controlled and joyous losing. È contenuto inPremi e riconoscimenti
Skipper, an ex-World War II naval Lieutenant and the narrator of Second Skin, interweaves past and present--what he refers to as his "naked history"--in a series of episodes that tell the story of a volatile life marked by pitiful losses, as well as a more elusive, overwhelming, joy. The past: the suicides of his father, wife and daughter, the murder of his son-in-law, a brutal rape, and subsequent mutiny at sea. The present: caring for his granddaughter on a "northern" island where he works as an artificial inseminator of cows, and attempts to reclaim the innocence with which he faced the tragedies of his earlier life. Combining unflinching descriptions of suffering with his sense of beauty, Hawkes is a master of nimble and sensuous prose who makes the awful and mundane fantastic, and occasionally makes the fantastic surreal. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)813.54Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1945-1999Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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I was an old child of the moon and lay sprawled on the night, musing and half-exposed in the suspended and public posture of all those night travelers who are without beds, those who sleep on public benches or curl into the corners of out-of-date railway coaches, all those who dream their uncovered dreams and try to sleep on their hands. ( )