A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
bookshelves: books-with-a-passport, published-1984, booker-winner, winter-20112012, new-zealand, paper-read, bedside, tbr-busting-2012
Opening - He walks down the street. The asphalt reels by him.
It is all silence.
The silence is music.
He is a singer.
The people passing smile and shake their heads.
He holds a hand out to them.
They open their hands like flowers, shyly.
He smiles with them.
The light is blinding: he loves the light.
They are the light.
What a postcard included! the fjords and mountains of South Island sw quarter are breathtaking. Thank you Laura, thank you so much.
xx
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Looking at the flist of 70+ as of late Feb 2012 :
1 x 5*
1 x 4*
1 x 3*
1 x 2*
5 have marked it to-read.
So, no pressure either way.
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The author name is Keri Hulme; the reclusive artist is called Kerewin Holmes. Have to agree with Michael that the snippety gumph before the start of chapter one propre is ::out:there:: so maybe skip that stuff and go back for it later is the best advice. I love that little mute chap with the white hair and sea-coloured eyes who is not totally ugly for a goblin. hah!
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The story is structured as if the basis for a religion, all the component parts are there aren't they. Boff. So whilst I read every last page, it is wrong on so many levels.
Ugly.