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It was for the novel "Sea" John Banville, the most famous of the living writers of Ireland, who was awarded the Buker Prize.
It is not without reason that Benville prose is compared with the work of Vladimir Nabokov, he is just as masterfully speaks a pen, his tongue is also rich, he is also inventive and accurate in the transfer of details. "Sea" is a first -person novel.
Having survived the death of his wife, the hero of the novel comes to the village on the seashore, where he lived with his parents in childhood, and mentally plunges into the past, recalling the smallest details of the sensation of the child, in which sensuality, the first love, the first tragedy wakes up.
"What is more real, that woman lying on the ants of my memory, or a stream of dust, withered bones, which are still unknown, does the earth keep? , and then we will be pulled a little until they fall down too, and so on, through unimaginable generations. I remember Anna, our daughter Claire will remember Anna and remember me, then there will be no Claire, but those who will remember her, but not us, not us will remain, and this will be our last, final destruction. Of course, something will remain, wilted photos, a strand of hair, fingerprints ... But this is not us, what we are - dead dust and nothing more. "
2005 Buker Prize laureate
John Banville
It is not without reason that Benville prose is compared with the work of Vladimir Nabokov, he is just as masterfully speaks a pen, his tongue is also rich, he is also inventive and accurate in the transfer of details. "Sea" is a first -person novel.
Having survived the death of his wife, the hero of the novel comes to the village on the seashore, where he lived with his parents in childhood, and mentally plunges into the past, recalling the smallest details of the sensation of the child, in which sensuality, the first love, the first tragedy wakes up.
"What is more real, that woman lying on the ants of my memory, or a stream of dust, withered bones, which are still unknown, does the earth keep? , and then we will be pulled a little until they fall down too, and so on, through unimaginable generations. I remember Anna, our daughter Claire will remember Anna and remember me, then there will be no Claire, but those who will remember her, but not us, not us will remain, and this will be our last, final destruction. Of course, something will remain, wilted photos, a strand of hair, fingerprints ... But this is not us, what we are - dead dust and nothing more. "
2005 Buker Prize laureate
John Banville
Author:
Author:Бэнвилл Джон
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-7516-1681-6
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