Silk 3 csillagozás

Alessandro Baricco: Silk Alessandro Baricco: Silk Alessandro Baricco: Silk

Alessandro Baricco was born in Turin in 1958. He is also the author of Castelli di rabbia, which won the Prix Médicis and Campiello prize, and Oceano mare, which won the Viareggio and Palazzo del Bosco prizes. He has also written works in the field of musicology. He is highly regarded in Italy for his television programmes, on opera and literature. Silk, which became an immediate bestseller in Italy, has been published in sixteen languages-including Japanese.

Guido Waldman's translations from Italian include a prose translation of Ariosto's Orlando Furioso and Boccaccio's Decameron . He was editor of the Penguin Book of Italian Short Stories. This translation of Silk has been awarded the Weidenfeld Translation Prize.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1996

Canongate, Edinburgh, 2006
148 oldal · ISBN: 9781841958354 · Fordította: Ann Goldstein
Vintage, London, 1997
70 oldal · ISBN: 9780099448839

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Alessandro Baricco: Silk

Lehet, hogy a nyelv miatt, de engem nem fogott meg, nem jött át a dolog. Bár a Tengeróceánt is félbehagytam, inkább frusztrált.

Népszerű idézetek


Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say


He crossed the frontier near Metz, travelled the breadth of Württemberg and Bavaria, entered Austria, reached Vienna and Budapest by train, thence to continue as far as Kiev.

19. oldal


The room seemed to have sliped back into an immutable quiescence when in absolute silence she unexpectedly thrust a hand out from her dress and slid it onto the mat before her. Hervé Joncour noticed this pale blur impinging on the edge of his field of vision; he saw it slide over Hara Kei's tea cup only to continue bizarrely on it's path until it unhesitantly grasped the other cup, which could only be the one from which he had drunk; her hand picked it up lightly and bore it off. Hara Kei had not for a moment taken his expressionless eyes of Hervé Joncour's lips.
The girl gently raised her head.
For the first time she took her eyes off Hervé Joncour and transferred them to the cup.
Slowly she turned the cup until her lips were at the precise point where he had drunk.
She closed her eyes and took a sip of tea.
She moved the cup from her lips.
She slipped it back to the place from which she had taken it.
She withdrew her hand within her dress.
She rested her head once more in Hara Kei's lap.
Her eyes remained open, fixed on those of Hervé Joncour.

25. oldal


'you were dead.
she said.
and in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.'

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