Tämä sivusto käyttää evästeitä palvelujen toimittamiseen, toiminnan parantamiseen, analytiikkaan ja (jos et ole kirjautunut sisään) mainostamiseen. Käyttämällä LibraryThingiä ilmaiset, että olet lukenut ja ymmärtänyt käyttöehdot ja yksityisyydensuojakäytännöt. Sivujen ja palveluiden käytön tulee olla näiden ehtojen ja käytäntöjen mukaista.
Stolen jewels, black markets, hired guns, crossed lovers, unregistered addresses, people gone missing, shadowy figures disappearing in crowds, newspaper stories uncomfortably close and getting closer . . . this ominous novel is Patrick Modiano's most noirish work to date. Set in Nice--a departure from the author's more familiar Paris--this novel evokes the bright sun and dark shadow of the Riviera. Modiano's trademark ability to create a haunting atmosphere is here on full display: readers descend precipitously into a world of mystery, uneasiness, inevitability. A young couple in hiding keeps close watch over a notorious diamond necklace known as the Southern Cross. Its provenance is murky, its whereabouts known only to our hero and heroine, who find themselves trapped by its potential value--and its ultimate cost. Deftly Modiano reaches further and further into the past, revealing the secret histories of the two even as the pressurized present threatens to overwhelm them.… (lisätietoja)
Sundays in August, sunning on the beach in Brittany, are calm and peaceful. They are the exception. The rest of life, or at least the lives of our principal characters, is anxiety-filled, not knowing if retribution for past crimes is more likely than current threats. And always there is uncertainty over whether the Southern Cross diamond is their salvation or their doom. Sylvia is inclined to the former view, Jean suspects the latter. They can’t both be right.
Patrick Modiano weaves another atmospheric drama out of reminiscence and regret. And a certain, possibly implausible, device of faulty memory. When Sylvia’s ex-husband discovers the pair in Nice, it isn’t his potential indignation that has them worried. He is just a harbinger of worse things to come. But from which direction?
It’s a brief read but very taut and there is a wonderful appearance of Sylvia’s mother-in-law, in flashback, towards the end. Now she would have been a compelling character to build a thriller around!
Sundays in August embodies the dreamy quality of a memory from the past, but a beguiling memory with a hint of danger, and told with scintillating detail. Then a mystery emerges from the past, hints of which have been dropped in place throughout the story, and dreaminess gives way to something more sinister.
As in many of Modiano's stories, one man is left to unravel what details he can and try to make sense of what went on in the past, in this case his own. Of interest, the title is the last three words of the novel. ( )
Hypnotic, ambiguous, this is a slow-burner of a book that plays with your mind; Modiano is a master of place and he builds a complex narrative that weaves back through time to slowly reveal essential parts of the plot. If you like your books neatly tied up with string and signed off with everything explained, this is not for you. It's complex and makes the reader have to work to try and figure out answers, but in a beautifully languid, almost dreamlike way. A different setting from his normal Paris-based books, I really enjoyed it. ( )
Très fin, ce roman se lit comme un policier : les personnages se rencontrent sur un fin et le lecteur doit retracer leur parcours pour comprendre la complexité des émotions. ( )
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Pour Jacques Robert Pour Marc Grunebaum
Ensimmäiset sanat
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Su mirada acabó por cruzarse con la mía.
Sitaatit
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Heureusement, les hivers sont doux sur la Côte d'Azur et le fait de dormir en manteau ne me dérange pas. Ce qui me fait peur, c'est le printemps. Il revient à chaque fois comme une vague de fond et chaque fois je me demande si je ne vais pas tomber à la mer.
Viimeiset sanat
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Nous étions comme tout le monde, rien ne nous différenciait les dimanches d'août.
Stolen jewels, black markets, hired guns, crossed lovers, unregistered addresses, people gone missing, shadowy figures disappearing in crowds, newspaper stories uncomfortably close and getting closer . . . this ominous novel is Patrick Modiano's most noirish work to date. Set in Nice--a departure from the author's more familiar Paris--this novel evokes the bright sun and dark shadow of the Riviera. Modiano's trademark ability to create a haunting atmosphere is here on full display: readers descend precipitously into a world of mystery, uneasiness, inevitability. A young couple in hiding keeps close watch over a notorious diamond necklace known as the Southern Cross. Its provenance is murky, its whereabouts known only to our hero and heroine, who find themselves trapped by its potential value--and its ultimate cost. Deftly Modiano reaches further and further into the past, revealing the secret histories of the two even as the pressurized present threatens to overwhelm them.
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Patrick Modiano weaves another atmospheric drama out of reminiscence and regret. And a certain, possibly implausible, device of faulty memory. When Sylvia’s ex-husband discovers the pair in Nice, it isn’t his potential indignation that has them worried. He is just a harbinger of worse things to come. But from which direction?
It’s a brief read but very taut and there is a wonderful appearance of Sylvia’s mother-in-law, in flashback, towards the end. Now she would have been a compelling character to build a thriller around!
Easily recommended. (