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Ladataan... Sound of One Hand Clapping (alkuperäinen julkaisuvuosi 1997; vuoden 2001 painos)Tekijä: Richard Flanagan
TeostiedotThe Sound of One Hand Clapping (tekijä: Richard Flanagan) (1997)
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A Novel Cure (493) Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. This was my best read of 2022. I did not want it to end so I delayed the end by reading less each day. Highly recommend. ( ![]() Telling the story of a brutish Slovenian refugee who arrived in Tasmania with his wife and young daughter around 1954, Flanagan gradually reveals the extent of the familial dysfunctionality But without judgement. His writing is smooth as ever, with some wonderful phrases. This one caught me enough to write down. There could be a dozen others: “The chipboard was held together with his tears and the laminex with his love. And every day he was smuggling out of that cavernous workshop his message to them all.” This is Richard Flanagan at his best. Haunting, lyrical prose. So beautiful and so sad. I have an almost identical black lacquered music box from the 1960’s. Can’t wait to see if it plays Lara’s theme. An intriguing examination of an immigrant past and a new future, fractured by tragedy and memory. I do believe, though, that Flanagan's writing improved after the early novels. Is the sound of one hand clapping like the sound of free speech in a vacuum? I don't know if I will ever read Flanagan. Too many people I know think his work is weak beyond belief. But I note today his defence of diversity and free speech in the marketplace (sic) of the 'writers festival' https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2018/jul/29/i-didnt-want-to-write-this-but-t... Understand there is no free speech in writers festival, only what the organisers/sponsors/audience want you to hear. I've never really understood why people want to listen to writers talking, but if they aren't even allowed to say what they want, it gets so much worse. ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
In 1954, in a construction camp for a hydroelectric dam in the remote Tasmanian highlands, Bojan Buloh had brought his family to start a new life away from Slovenia, the privations of war, and refugee settlements. One night, Bojan?s wife walked off into a blizzard, never to return - leaving Bojan to drink too much to quiet his ghosts, and to care for his three-year-old daughter Sonja, alone. Thirty-five years later, Sonja returns to Tasmania and a father haunted by memories of the European war and other, more recent horrors. As the shadows of the past begin to intrude ever more forcefully into the present, Sonja?s empty life and her father?s living death are to change forever. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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