Londra, 1947. Le strade, segnate dalle cicatrici dei bombardamenti, sostengono l’inquieto vagabondare di quattro esistenze, ciascuna oppressa da un passato amaro e invadente. Kay, che durante la guerra guidava l’ambulanza, ora veste abiti maschili e vaga per la strada in preda a un incessante languore, in cerca di neanche lei sa cosa. Helen, intelligente, dolce, amatissima e insieme così fragile. La bella Viv, legata al suo amante soldato da una fedeltà ostinata, quasi folle. Duncan, che divide le sue giornate tra un lavoro senza aspirazioni e la compagnia di un vecchio signore, è implacabilmente tormentato dai suoi demoni… Viaggiando a ritroso nel tempo sino al 1941, seguendo l’intricato filo di ciascuna di queste esistenze, ci troviamo al cuore di un incrocio di destini, costellato di legami ambigui e segreti tra raid aerei, strade oscurate, atti di eroismo insieme epici e ordinari, relazioni illecite e avventure sensuali.
In un romanzo tenero e tragico, toccante e meravigliosamente intenso, Sarah Waters, attraverso il destino dei suoi protagonisti, in un concatenarsi di sorprese e colpi di scena, narra l'amore e l'amicizia, la tenacia di relazioni che, sfidando il terreno più arido e inospitale, quello della guerra, continuano a offrire gemme preziose.
Scese gli scalini e cominciò a camminare come una persona che sa esattamente dove sta andando e perché, mentre in realtà non aveva nulla da fare, nessuno da andare a trovare, nessuno da incontrare. La sua giornata era vuota, come sempre. Avrebbe potuto inventare il terreno su cui camminava, faticosamente, a ogni passo che faceva.
- ISBN: 8850244215
- Casa Editrice: TEA
- Pagine: 416
Henry James once said novels deal with the “palpable present-intimate” and the two novels I’ve been reading this month, this and The Way Back to Florence , are both massively successful at enthralling through an intimacy of observation. Both novels are set during WW2, both are superbly researched, so Leggi tutto
Reading a Sarah Waters novel is like eating a pomegranate. Sweet exotic fruit. However, you have to be patient in order to enjoy the fruits of your labor.
4.5/5 stars. I think this is my favourite book by Sarah Waters that I've read so far. Unlike some of her other books, I feel like this one had a great ending that wrapped things up beautifully. The most astonishing thing about this story is the fact that it is told backwards. We start in London in 1 Leggi tutto
I struggled with my rating on this one. It seems sad to give only 1 star to what feels like an author's greatest effort to date. And I did end up liking one of the characters a little. Oh well. Luckily, this book improved after the first 250 dreadful pages. But isn't that a long time to wait for impro Leggi tutto
It is perhaps not the best of signs that, unprompted and without my copy of this book beside me (because I am writing review at work.... naughty, naughty), I can barely remember the names of any of the principal characters. This may be a sign of two things: 1. My ailing memory due to incipient old ag Leggi tutto
This is such a touching, sober and tender novel. The setting is London: the story begins in 1947 and works backward to end in 1941. The story weaves through the lives of a handful of women, some of whom had tedious office jobs, others the grim work of driving ambulances or sorting through the rubble Leggi tutto
I had this book pushed on me from someone in my building. I didn't really mind because I saw it was by Sarah Waters who wrote Tipping the Velvet, but I wasn't particularly excited to start this one. I finally cracked it open because said neighbor is moving out soon and I wanted to get it back to him Leggi tutto
Spoilers Really loved the first third of the novel, the rest not so much, it wasn't bad, it was just unsatisfying. There wasn't a proper ending to where the main characters were left off in part one of the story, I wanted an epilogue or something to tie up the many loose ends. -What's What: Split int Leggi tutto
"She went down the steps and started to walk. She stepped like a person who knew exactly where they were going, and why they were going there— though the fact was, she had nothing to do, and no one to visit , no one to see. Her day was a blank, like all of her days. She might have been inventing the Leggi tutto
4.25/5. This was my fifth book by Sarah Waters and another wonderful novel that captivated and moved me. It's been quite some time since I last read a book set during World War II, since it's not a time period I'm particularly drawn to when reading historical fiction, mainly because I feel like I've Leggi tutto
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