Gilead, English edition - An Oprah's Book Club Pick, Nominiert: Orange Prize 2006, Ausgezeichnet: Pulitzer Prize 2005
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| Verlag | Little |
| Auflage | 2020 |
| Seiten | 288 |
| Format | 13 x 1,9 x 20 cm |
| Gewicht | 231 g |
| Artikeltyp | Englisches Buch |
| Reihe | Gilead 1 |
| ISBN-10 | 1844081486 |
| EAN | 9781844081486 |
| Bestell-Nr | 84408148UA |
Ein Priester liegt im Sterben und verfasst einen Brief an seinen Sohn, in dem er auf sein bewegtes Leben zurückblickt. Er erzählt ihm von seinen Vorfahren, der Geschichte Amerikas, seinem Glauben und von der Bedeutung von Liebe und Freundschaft. Ein ruhiger und poetischer Roman, für den der Autorin der Pulitzer Prize 2005 sowie mehrere andere wichtige Literaturpreise verliehen wurden.
Kurzbeschreibung:
WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE FOR FICTION and THE NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD
Klappentext:
WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE FOR FICTION and THE NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD
AN OPRAH'S BOOK CLUB PICK
In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames's life, he begins a letter to his young son: 'I told you last night that I might be gone sometime . . . You reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother's. It's a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. I'm always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I've suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.'
'A visionary work of dazzling originality' ROBERT MCCRUM, OBSERVER
'Writing of this quality, with an authority as unforced as the perfect pitch in music, is rare and carries with it a sense almost of danger' JANE SHILLING, DAILY TELEGRAPH
'A beautiful novel: wise, tender and perfectly measured' SARAH WATERS
'A masterpiece' SUNDAY TIMES
Rezension:
...a country of mystical sunsets, abandoned shacks, storms that could have come out of the book of Job, snowstorms that that can take your life within a few feet of your own front door, and wild rivers in which one can be baptized. I said Marilynne Robinson's prose was like clear, cold water and so it is - and sometimes it is about water too - you are never far from its cleansing, chilly power, or from the mysterious rush of the wind, sounding like the ocean in a region impossibly far from any sea. Mail Online
