The Remains of the Day
Kazuo Ishiguro, 1989
Ιστορικά μυθιστορήματα Λογοτεχνική πεζογραφίαΣύγχρονη πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, μελαγχολία και τρυφερότητα. Μιλά για τη μνήμη και την αγάπη.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
It is now some twenty minutes since the man left, but I have remained here on this bench to await the event that has just taken place – namely, the switching on of the pier lights. As I say, the happiness with which the pleasure-seekers gathering on this pier greeted this small event would tend to vouch for the correctness of my companion’s words; for a great many people, the evening is the most enjoyable part of the day. Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day. After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Never Let Me Go
Kazuo Ishiguro, 2005
Πού θα το βρεις
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «The Remains of the Day»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, μελαγχολία και τρυφερότητα. Μιλά για τη μνήμη και την αγάπη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Remains of the Day»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Remains of the Day», δοκίμασε «The Notebook» (Nicholas Sparks), «Say You'll Remember Me» (Abby Jimenez) και «Norwegian Wood» (Haruki Murakami).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
The case for a small life, made by a man who has lived one.
I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
The Notebook · Nicholas Sparks
The friend who names what you're about to throw away
None of this matters. None of it. It’s just stuff. You can build another clinic somewhere else, but that? What you have with her? That is not easy to find. The universe doesn’t just hand out true love. And I know that’s what this is because I see you’re willing to kill yourself over it. So if you have that, if you’re one of the lucky ones, why in God’s green earth would you give it up?
Say You'll Remember Me · Abby Jimenez
Πώς αλλάζει ένα σπίτι όταν μένει άδειο
“It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire. The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabled roof pulled over its ears like a low hat. The walls, streaked with moss, had grown soft, and bulged a little with dampness that seeped up from the ground. The wild, overgrown garden was full of the whisper and scurry of small lives. In the undergrowth a rat snake rubbed itself against a glistening stone. Hopeful yellow bullfrogs cruised the scummy pond for mates. A drenched mongoose flashed across the leaf strewn driveway.
Ο θεός των μικρών πραγμάτων · Arundhati Roy
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