It's Getting Later All the TimeNew Directions Publishing, 17.05.2006 г. - 240 страници In It's Getting Later All the Time, an epistolary novel with a twist, Antonio Tabucchi—"internationally acclaimed as the most original voice in the new generation of Italian writers" (The Harvard Book Review)—revitalizes an illustrious tradition, only to break all its rules. From Italy, an epistolary novel like no other, full of Tabucchi's special "enchantment, which trans-figures even as it captivates" (TLS).In It's Getting Later All the Time, an epistolary novel with a twist, Antonio Tabucchi"internationally acclaimed as the most original voice in the new generation of Italian writers" (The Harvard Book Review)revitalizes an illustrious tradition, only to break all its rules. Seventeen men write seventeen strangely beautiful letterstender or rancorouslonely monologues which move in circles, each describing an affair, and each desperate for a reply which may never come. The letters plunge the reader into an electric, timeless no-man's-land of "this past that is always somewhere, hanging in shreds." And at last, collecting all their one-sided, remorseful adventures into a single polyphonic novel, an 18th letter startlingly answers the men's pleas: a woman's voice, distant, implacable, yet full of sympathy. It's Getting Later All the Time captures destinies which, though so varied in appearance, are at rock bottom all the same: broken. This is an anti-Proustian noveltime lost is lost forever: it is impossible to get back to the past no matter how it haunts the present. As Tabucchi remarked, "Broken time is a dimension you find lots of men living in...an ambiguous, impossible situation, because they are faced with a kind of remorse, a choice they never made." |
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... voice, because the afternoon and the sea and this white light have made you close your eyelids, as you lie stretched out here beside me. I see your breast rising to the measured rhythm of the breathing of someone sleeping, and I don't ...
... voice, because the afternoon and the sea and this white light have made you close your eyelids, as you lie stretched out here beside me. I see your breast rising to the measured rhythm of the breathing of someone sleeping, and I don't ...
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... voice came to me very clearly, especially the sardonic tone. Bravo, you're still in shape! congratulations, but Honey Beach was twenty years ago, and a lot of water has gone under the bridge since then, so watch out, maybe you've shot ...
... voice came to me very clearly, especially the sardonic tone. Bravo, you're still in shape! congratulations, but Honey Beach was twenty years ago, and a lot of water has gone under the bridge since then, so watch out, maybe you've shot ...
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... voices, I thought, it's an auditory hallucination. And for a moment I felt paralyzed, an ice-cold sweat broke out on my neck, and the water seemed like cement to me, as if I were trapped in it and would suffocate in it walled up for ...
... voices, I thought, it's an auditory hallucination. And for a moment I felt paralyzed, an ice-cold sweat broke out on my neck, and the water seemed like cement to me, as if I were trapped in it and would suffocate in it walled up for ...
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... voices borne by the sea. And then, the day after, I do what I did the day after, and you too, and the month after I do what I did the month after, and then after and after and after again. Until the day on which, without telling you so ...
... voices borne by the sea. And then, the day after, I do what I did the day after, and you too, and the month after I do what I did the month after, and then after and after and after again. Until the day on which, without telling you so ...
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On the Difficulty of Freeing Oneself from Barbed Wire | 83 |
Whats the Use of a Harp with Only One String? | 105 |
A Good Man like You | 121 |
Books Never Written Journeys Never Made | 133 |
Strange Way to Live | 165 |
My LightColored Eyes My HoneyColored Hair | 183 |
Te voglio te cerco te chiammo te veco te sento | 197 |
Letter to Write | 209 |
Its Getting Later All the Time | 215 |
Postscript | 227 |
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It's Getting Later All the Time: A Novel in the Form of Letters Antonio Tabucchi Ограничен достъп - 2006 |
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