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Chargement... Naissance des fantômespar Marie Darrieussecq
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Despite the rave review from the Guardian, I did not enjoy this book, but then I dislike streams of consciousnous masquerading as novels. Nothing actually happens in this book. Nothing. If you have read the back cover you know what happens in the book. It is as stated by the Times "an extended prose poem". If you like that sort of thing then you might find this book original, politically astute and a remarkable achievement as others have done. I just found it boring. ( ) What I found really hard was not that I myself had transformed into into a creature from the depths of the deep (one of those translucent beasts, who under bathysphere lamps, appear reddish, soft and slightly disgusting) but that, as I'd had confirmed with my own eyes, when it came to the rest of the clan, the only feeling aroused by my husband's disappearance was embarrassment (the same goes for deep sea molluscs), From now on they'd be giving me a wide berth, steering prudently around me with their flippers, pretending to be listening to the silence of the deep. The story starts when a man goes out to buy some bread one evening and doesn't come back. His wife is left in a kind of limbo, seeing his phantom in the street and in their flat, and taking refuge in fantasy. I was going to use a quote about ripping a teddy bear open and seeing its entrails to illustrate her fantasising, but changed my mind, as it would put you all off your food! I thought to start with that it was set in France, with the bread shops open in the evening, and the Metro. But then it turned out that it was a capital city on the coast with a sealion colony, and lots of reference to islands, so it doesn't sound like Europe after all. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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The premise is simple, but the story quickly becomes surreal: the narrator's husband leaves to buy a loaf of bread and never returns. Searching for him day and night, forced to explain his absence to friends and family, the unnamed narrator withdraws into a mysterious universe ruled more by image than language. In the wake of her husband's disappearance, the world becomes a strangely immaterial place, shapeless, devoid of sentiment. Once-familiar territories become terrifying: the supermarket, the beach, the bedroom. Even the wedding album has changed: her husband's face now appears altered in every shot. An innovative, daring book on the physicality of absence, My Phantom Husband explores familiar reactions to sudden loss and the disruption of daily routine. Weaving an intricate web of exquisite metaphors and mesmerizing visions, Marie Darrieussecq once again astounds readers with her exceptional imagination and stylistic genius. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Google Books — Chargement... GenresClassification décimale de Melvil (CDD)843.914Literature French French fiction Modern Period 20th Century 1945-1999Classification de la Bibliothèque du CongrèsÉvaluationMoyenne:
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