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Sto caricando le informazioni... The Twelfth Dialoguedi Tom Petsinis
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A novel about the seductiveness of books and reading. Sonya Gore is a lover of books. The owner of a struggling second-hand bookshop, she is facing ruin when a terrible solution presents itself. Meanwhile, a series of mysterious short stories start to appear in odd places, written in the form of dialogues between historical figures such as Kafka and Hemingway, Moses and Marx. They are obviously meant for Sonya, but who is sending them, and why? Gradually, Sonya begins to see in the dialogues a key to her salvation. When the author finally reveals himself and a passionate affair develops, the wheels of disaster are set in motion. The twelfth dialogue promises a fatal end - or a new beginning. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)823.914Literature English & Old English literatures English fiction Modern Period 1901-1999 1945-1999Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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Theo eventually presents the 12th dialogue on New Year’s Eve, 1999. Unlike the earlier dialogues, the twelfth is not written in ink on paper. Theo has inscribed it on his own body with a tattoo needle. Theo and Sonya consummate their affair at last on a bed of books; Photius arrives with his incendiary devices and sets fire to the bookshop; the flames engult him; Theo recognises Photius in his nimbus of flame as an angel and they die together in a fiery embrace. But Sonya does not burn. She stumbles unharmed from the burning bookshop and the novel ends, ‘Naked, Sonya falls into the third milennium’.
The 12th dialogue, which gives the novel its title, perished with its author. The remaining eleven dialogues, of which the originals somehow survived the bookshop fire, are all enjoyable thought experiments. I wondered whether they might not have been better if they had been published with a less elaborate narrative framework. The narrative we do have is far less engaging than the dialogues themselves. Sonya is repetitive in her interminable state of worried concern about her finances and frankly dull. Her accomplices, Theo and Photius, are too eccentric and too silly to match the millennial aspirations of their final fiery immolation.
Petsinis’ dialogues are another thing entirely. They have distinguished predecessors. In the 19th century Walter Savage Landor published five volumes of what he called ‘imaginary conversations’ between well-known personages from classical literature, history and politics. His description, ‘imaginary conversations’ has become familiar as an accepted description of the genre. Landor included a volume of dialogues with famous women among his imaginary conversations. With the exception of the first dialogue, in which Moses debates with Karl Marx, all of the participants in the Petsinis dialogues are litterateurs and all are men. The absence of women from the dialogues is faintly disconcerting, but explicable by the peculiarities of Theo Besson, their fictive author. The dialogists nevertheless steal the show. The thumbnail sketches which introduce them and their conversations are far more interesting than the interleaved narrative of Sonya and her strange companions. Plato and Homer, a barefoot tramp led by a speechless girl, meet at the gates of Plato’s ideal city of rational enlightenment where Homer seeks refuge. They debate the nature of written and oral communication before Plato announces his decision to deny Homer entry to the city: ‘You don’t belong here….Our constitution forbids poets’. Homer asks if poetry has become an offence and Plato answers, ‘Its very existence is subversive’. Miguel Cervantes and Jorge Luis Borges contest a post-modern reading of Don Quixote while Kafka and Hemingway proceed with considerable good will and the aid of an interpreter towards a state of mutual incomprehension. And yet, towards the end of their conversation, they reach a momentary convergence of understanding on death. Kafka evokes an image of his funeral pyre, ‘stoked by the very paper that one had substituted for the world’. ‘Like a hunter’ muses Hemingway, ‘turning the rifle on himself’.
There is no need to go on. All eleven of the dialogues that we have are works of sympathetic intelligence. Petsinis’ book of dialogues has a permanent place on my bookshelf for the pleasure of revisiting what their protagonists had to say. ( )