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Fiction.
Literature.
Romance.
HTML:WINNER OF THE PEN/HEMINGWAY AWARD • “An astonishingly good first novel . . . fully engaging from the first paragraph. What a gift: to be able to live alongside these people for a while.”—Ann Patchett, Chicago Tribune Mary and O’Neil: They are like any other couple. They have survived loss and found love and managed the occasional hard-earned laugh as they move toward the future, hearts thick with hope. Each human life is ever changing, born of moments large and small—births and deaths and weddings, grave mistakes and chance encounters and acts of surprising courage—and in this unforgettable book, Justin Cronin makes vivid how those moments connect us all, making us more than we could ever be on our own. Alight with nuance, sly humor, and startling wisdom, Mary and O’Neil celebrates the uncommon grace to be found in common lives Praise for Mary and O’Neil “Admirably fearless.”—The New York Times Book Review “The kind of storytelling that goes down easy, and sticks to your ribs.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer “Cronin succeeds, touchingly and tenderly, in portraying life itself as a triumph of hope over experience.”—The Boston Globe.… (lisätietoja)
I love Cronin's literary fiction, having read The Summer Guest a number of years ago. I expected this book to be a similar experience and it was in some ways, but different in others.
The title characters are a man and woman, a married couple. You'd think a book named Mary and O'Neil would be the story of a marriage, and I guess it is, sort of. But the title really should be O'Neil and Kay, because the central relationship is between O'Neil and his sister, and particularly his reliance on Kay to process the grief he feels after their parents are killed. And even that doesn't become clear for some time. Mary doesn't appear until Chapter 3, and she doesn't meet and marry O'Neil until Chapter 8 (in a book of 11 chapters).
None of that is meant to be criticism of the book itself. Once I adjusted my expectations of what it was about, I enjoyed the meandering journey through the lives of Mary, O'Neil and Kay. And the writing is simply gorgeous, as when O'Neil's mother talks to her son at Kay's wedding:
She looked at him, pleasure filling her like water pouring into a vase: her grown son just back from his first two weeks at college, all smooth white teeth and rangy limbs, his eyes glowing with champagne. How had it happened? Why did she miss him so, when he was standing right there?
Or this succinct description of a pregnant women:
Mary is enormous; she is a cathedral, a human aria, a C note held for ten minutes. She feels luminous, beyond gravity; she is gravity itself.
And just one more, the moment when O'Neil learns about his parents' fate:
When he opened the door to his room and saw the college chaplain there, and his roommate, Stephen, and then noticed behind them his track coach, talking in a low voice to the dormitory's resident advisor, and their eyes, a luminous chorus of compassion, rose all at once to meet his own where he stood in the doorway with his keys in his hand, he knew something awful had happened, and also what it was; before anyone could speak, a hole appeared in O'Neil's heart where his parents had once been.( )
The oddly-named O'Neil is the the center of these inter-linked stories. Justin Cronin describes the challenges and joys of this normal life as he advances from adolescence to maturity. The narrative of O'Neil's life is told beautifully by a very talented writer. Life's inevitable tragedies, regrets, joys and life-changing moments are told with a remarkable conveyance of understanding and empathy. ( )
A novel of O'Neil's life before his marriage to Mary. It was a nice book, easy to read and very heartfelt. I found myself wondering how this guy could understand women's feelings so well. ( )
Somewhere between linked stories and a novel, it's an exploration of a family dealing with the curves life throws at them. Pretty well written but seemed to rely on dreams and extreme physical crises overly much. ( )
Tiedot hollanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
Nobody sees it happen, but it does. For suddenly, it seems, the woods are bare.
John Updike, "Leaf Season"
Niemand ziet het gebeuren, maar het gebeurt wel degelijk. Want opeens. lijkt het, zijn de bomen kaal.
John Updike, Leaf Season
Omistuskirjoitus
Tiedot hollanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
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Ensimmäiset sanat
Tiedot hollanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
Arthur in het donker - drijvend, drijvend - de planeet die naar de zonsopgang wentelt: hij wordt wakker in een grauwe dageraad in november door het geluid van stromend water en een grote arm die langs de zijkant van zijn huis strijkt.
Sitaatit
Viimeiset sanat
Tiedot hollanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
Het moment zou voorbijgaan, maar tot het zover was bleven ze allemaal waar ze waren
Fiction.
Literature.
Romance.
HTML:WINNER OF THE PEN/HEMINGWAY AWARD • “An astonishingly good first novel . . . fully engaging from the first paragraph. What a gift: to be able to live alongside these people for a while.”—Ann Patchett, Chicago Tribune Mary and O’Neil: They are like any other couple. They have survived loss and found love and managed the occasional hard-earned laugh as they move toward the future, hearts thick with hope. Each human life is ever changing, born of moments large and small—births and deaths and weddings, grave mistakes and chance encounters and acts of surprising courage—and in this unforgettable book, Justin Cronin makes vivid how those moments connect us all, making us more than we could ever be on our own. Alight with nuance, sly humor, and startling wisdom, Mary and O’Neil celebrates the uncommon grace to be found in common lives Praise for Mary and O’Neil “Admirably fearless.”—The New York Times Book Review “The kind of storytelling that goes down easy, and sticks to your ribs.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer “Cronin succeeds, touchingly and tenderly, in portraying life itself as a triumph of hope over experience.”—The Boston Globe.
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The title characters are a man and woman, a married couple. You'd think a book named Mary and O'Neil would be the story of a marriage, and I guess it is, sort of. But the title really should be O'Neil and Kay, because the central relationship is between O'Neil and his sister, and particularly his reliance on Kay to process the grief he feels after their parents are killed. And even that doesn't become clear for some time. Mary doesn't appear until Chapter 3, and she doesn't meet and marry O'Neil until Chapter 8 (in a book of 11 chapters).
None of that is meant to be criticism of the book itself. Once I adjusted my expectations of what it was about, I enjoyed the meandering journey through the lives of Mary, O'Neil and Kay. And the writing is simply gorgeous, as when O'Neil's mother talks to her son at Kay's wedding:
She looked at him, pleasure filling her like water pouring into a vase: her grown son just back from his first two weeks at college, all smooth white teeth and rangy limbs, his eyes glowing with champagne. How had it happened? Why did she miss him so, when he was standing right there?
Or this succinct description of a pregnant women:
Mary is enormous; she is a cathedral, a human aria, a C note held for ten minutes. She feels luminous, beyond gravity; she is gravity itself.
And just one more, the moment when O'Neil learns about his parents' fate:
When he opened the door to his room and saw the college chaplain there, and his roommate, Stephen, and then noticed behind them his track coach, talking in a low voice to the dormitory's resident advisor, and their eyes, a luminous chorus of compassion, rose all at once to meet his own where he stood in the doorway with his keys in his hand, he knew something awful had happened, and also what it was; before anyone could speak, a hole appeared in O'Neil's heart where his parents had once been. (