Una sofferenza indicibile che travolge e stordisce.
Un uomo, studioso di Ted Hughes, è rimasto solo con i due figli, nella loro casa di Londra, dopo la morte della moglie. I tre devono fare i conti con un tempo che si è fermato, con un dolore ingombrante come una presenza. Fino alla visita inaspettata di uno strano personaggio che ha le piume e l’aspetto di un corvo. Un corvo dotato di un feroce senso dell’umorismo, un po’ baby-sitter, un po’ terapeuta, ma soprattutto amico. Un corvo che potrebbe aiutarli a venire a patti con la sofferenza e a dare un senso a un evento terribile. Sogno o realtà? Quello che è certo è che i ricordi feriscono, ma a poco a poco leniscono anche. E giorno dopo giorno il tempo ricomincia a scorrere.
Fiaba, romanzo, poesia, questo libro è una struggente storia sul dolore, sulla perdita, e sulla forza dell’immaginazione e delle parole che aiutano a vivere.
- ISBN: 8823515483
- Casa Editrice: Guanda
- Pagine: 128
You Cannot Prevent the Birds of Sorrow from Flying over Your Head, but You Can Prevent Them from Building a Nest in Your Hair – Chinese Proverb I picked this up because the title struck me like a poem in itself, sounding like an titillating modulation on that wonderful poem Hope is the thing with fe Leggi tutto
If you're looking for a book about grief that will make you sad but also not sad and will have beautiful lines and also some confusing passages but overall you'll leave it feeling like it was definitely worth your time because your soul feels a little bit different go on and pick this one up.
Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. This is a book about two boys and their father dealing with their mother's death. It's a very unusual book. Unusual because their "grief counsellor" is a crow. Yes, a black bird. Unusual b
I read in another review 'Do we find books or do they find us?' I think it happens both ways. And this book found me. Perhaps a bit too personal here....but a recent family tragedy was just devastating to me. I tried to read to keep my mind occupied, but nothing could grab my attention. I felt horri Leggi tutto
When I first saw this book I kept thinking about how familiar the title sounded, and then I remembered the Emily Dickens poem “Hope is a Thing With Feathers “ is what rang a bell here - hope not grief. While this novella is about the depths of grief, I couldn’t help but have hope for these character Leggi tutto
This is no ordinary book. It's part short story, part myth, part poetry, partly narrated by a massive metafictional crow. It's unlike anything I've ever read and it's absolutely wonderful. We are plunged into the aftermath of a woman's tragic death. Her husband (a Ted Hughes scholar) and two young so Leggi tutto
First Read: November 2016, Rating: 5 starsSecond Read: January 2019, Rating: 5 stars Have you ever read something and thought of what an utter privilege it is that this book came into your life? I have. About this book. The synopsis of this sounds pretty simple – two boys and their father are grieving Leggi tutto
Library - overdrive - ebook I’ll start with the ending ‘first’... it’s sooo beautiful- I doubt any reader could read the last page just once. I took the ‘WISE’ suggestion from another reviewer...a little ‘late’. Had I read their review- I would have learned of his/ or her recommendation.... which is Leggi tutto
(Nearly 4.5) It may seem perverse to twist Emily Dickinson’s words about hope into a reflection on bereavement, but Porter’s exceptional debut does just that: tweak poetic forebears – chiefly Poe’s “The Raven” and Ted Hughes’s Crow – to create a hybrid response to loss. The novel is composed of thre Leggi tutto
A Ted Hughes scholar and his two young boys grieve over the death of their wife/mother. Enter some magical realism! A Crow appears and hangs out with the sad family as they deal with their loss. I hate the cover design of the paperback edition. Anything that’s plastered with blurbs like this one is Leggi tutto
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