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John Crowley: Little, Big John Crowley: Little, Big

John Crowley's masterful Little, Big is the epic story of Smoky Barnable, an anonymous young man who travels by foot from the City to a place called Edgewood—not found on any map—to marry Daily Alice Drinkawater, as was prophesied. It is the story of four generations of a singular family, living in a house that is many houses on the magical border of an otherworld. It is a story of fantastic love and heartrending loss; of impossible things and unshakable destinies; and of the great Tale that envelops us all. It is a wonder.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1981

A következő kiadói sorozatban jelent meg: Fantasy Masterworks angol

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HarperCollins, London, 2006
538 oldal · ISBN: 9780061120053
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Millennium, 2000
538 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 185798711X

Enciklopédia 1


Várólistára tette 4

Kívánságlistára tette 5

Kölcsönkérné 1


Kiemelt értékelések

Noro>!
John Crowley: Little, Big

Ma hivatalosan is leírhatom: ez volt az év legfurább olvasmánya. Afféle angolszász Száz év magány, egy családról, amelyik félig a való világban, félig a tündérek között zajló Mesében létezik, és be kell teljesítenie egy nemzedékeken átívelő Sorsot. A Sorsukhoz persze különféleképpen viszonyulnak: az egyik várja, a másik menekül előle, a harmadik egyáltalán nem érti, a negyedik megismeri, az ötödik elfelejti… Az egész gyakran álomszerű, allegorikus – néha nem is valaminek az allegóriája, csak úgy önmagában allegorikus. És ennek szerintem sincs értelme, mégis ezt éreztem benne. A misztikus jeleneteket minden olvasó úgy érti, ahogy akarja: álom, tudatalatti, delírium vagy valóság. Egy idő után már abban is kételkedni kezdtem, hogy a regény Amerikájában lezajló változások vajon tényleg valóságosak-e, vagy azok is csak egy elmebeteg államférfi képzelgései?
Egyébként nagyon-nagyon nehéz olvasmány, nagyjából a feléig komoly erőfeszítéseket kellett tennem, hogy haladjak vele, aztán észrevétlenül elkezdett érdekelni a szereplők sorsa (kisbetűvel) és önmagukkal, csendben vívott küzdelmeik. A történetről annyit, hogy később sem indul be, sőt, inkább visszakanyarodik önmagába, mint a Drinkwater-ház folyosói, hogy végül a Mese kezdetén találjuk magunkat.

Banditaa P>!
John Crowley: Little, Big

Nagyon nehezen ment ez nekem. Pedig nem rossz könyv, de van benne valami, amitől egyszerűen nehéz olvasni. És nehéz róla írni is. Nem is tudok róla mit.


Népszerű idézetek

Noro>!

If you know how to read, the World of Books is open to you, after all; and if you like to read, you'll read. If you don't, you'll forget whatever anybody makes you read, anyway.

Book I: Edgewood - Part V., Good Advice

Noro>!

„In winter,” Grandfather Trout said, „summer is a myth.”

Book V: The Art of Memory - Part IV., Nothing for Something

Noro>!

Why is the world as it is and not different? If you had the answer to that, you wouldn't be here now asking it.

Book VI: The Faeries' Parliament - Part V., Give Way Give Way

Arianrhod>!

I dreamt that I had learned a way of saving time I didn't want to spend, and having it to spend when I needed it. Like the time you spend waiting in a doctor's office, or coming back from someplace you didn't enjoy going to, or waiting for a bus—all the little useless spaces. Well, it was a matter of taking them and folding them up, like broken boxes, so that they took up less room. It was really an easy trick, once you knew you could do it.

Hanna IP>!

Mother was powdered to the elbows in the process of pie-making, not a mindless task though she liked to call it that, in fact she found that at it her thoughts were often clearest, notions sharpest; she could do things when her body was busy that she could at no other time, things like assemble her worries into ranks, each rank commanded by a hope.

36. oldal

Hanna IP>!

In a moment of silence they simply looked at each other, and understanding hummed, thundered within Smoky as he realized what had happened: not only had he fallen in love with her, and at first sight, but she at first sight had fallen in love with him, and the two circumstances had this effect: his anonymity was being cured. Not disguised, as George Mouse had tried to do, but cured, from the inside out. That was the feeling. It was as though she stirrred him with cornstarch. He had begun to thicken.

11. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: szerelem
Arianrhod>!

As a man well might who had grown up anonymous, Smoky had always thought that women choose or do not choose men by criteria he knew nothing of, by caprice, like monarchs, by taste, like critics; he had always assumed that a woman's choice of him or of another was foregone, ineluctable and instant. So he waited on them, like a courtier, waited to be noticed.

Arianrhod>!

„But see?” she said. „It was all meant to be. And I knew it.”
„But why?” he said, delighted, in torment; „why are you so sure?”
„Because it's a Tale. And Tales work out.”
„But I don't know it's a tale.”
„People in tales don't know, always. But there they are.”

Arianrhod>!

That night he dreamt of Heaven: Heaven was a dark amusement park, small and joyless, just an iron Ferris wheel turning in eternity and a glum arcade to amuse the faithful. He awoke relieved…

Arianrhod>!

„Well,” she said, put out, „I won't wait forever. I love him. Life is short.”
„Life,” said Grandfather Trout as though his throat were thick with tears, „is long. Too long.”


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