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A young woman returns to northern Quebec to the remote island of her childhood, with her lover and two friends, to investigate the mysterious disappearance of her father. Flooded with memories, she begins to realise that going home means entering not only another place but another time. As the wild island exerts its elemental hold and she is submerged in the language of the wilderness, she sees that what she is really looking for is her own past.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1972

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Simon & Schuster, New York, 2012
218 oldal · ASIN: B007EDZ13C
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Bloomsbury, London, UK, 2009
224 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9781408803868
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Virago, London, 2009
252 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9780860680642

4 további kiadás


Kedvencelte 1

Most olvassa 2

Várólistára tette 5

Kívánságlistára tette 2


Kiemelt értékelések

Ratoncita P>!
Margaret Atwood: Surfacing

Atwood második regénye, de a feminista aspektus már ebben is hangsúlyosan jelen van. (Az elsőt még nem olvastam.) A másik fő témája a Quebecben akkoriban aktuális szeparatizmus, valamint a természetvédelem.

Feszültséggel teli mű, egyrészt az eltűnt apa keresése miatt, másrészt a főszereplő és kísérői közötti viszonyok miatt. Mindezt a lehetséges természeti veszélyek tovább fokozzák.

A főszereplő gyermekkori élményei és életformája is roppant érdekes, de még ennél is jobban megfogott a közelmúltbeli történések és az elnyomott traumák felszínre törése. Nemcsak a társas viszonyoknak, hanem a természetnek is nagyon plasztikus a bemutatása. Elgondolkodtató regény.


Népszerű idézetek

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After the first I didn’t ever want to have another child, it was too much to go through for nothing, they shut you into a hospital, they shave the hair off you and tie your hands down and they don’t let you see, they don’t want you to understand, they want you to believe it’s their power, not yours. They stick needles into you so you won’t hear anything, you might as well be a dead pig, your legs are up in a metal frame, they bend over you, technicians, mechanics, butchers, students clumsy or sniggering practising on your body, they take the baby out with a fork like a pickle out of a pickle jar. After that they fill your veins up with red plastic, I saw it running down through the tube. I won’t let them do that to me ever again.

101. oldal, 9. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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In the first few hours of driving we moved through flattened cow-sprinkled hills and leaf trees and dead elm skeletons, then into the needle trees and the cuttings dynamited in pink and grey granite and the flimsy tourist cabins, and the signs saying GATEWAY TO THE NORTH, at least four towns claim to be that.

5. oldal, 1. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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I thought it would happen without my doing anything about it, I’d turn into part of a couple, two people linked together and balancing each other, like the wooden man and woman in the barometer house at Paul’s.

46. oldal, 4. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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The canvas packsack with my clothes has been moved, it’s back inside now, on the table with my case; beside it is Anna’s detective novel, her last one, cold comfort but comfort, death is logical, there’s always a motive. Perhaps that’s why she read them, for the theology.

220. oldal, 22. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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I didn’t feel awful; I realized I didn’t feel much of anything, I hadn’t for a long time. Perhaps I’d been like that all my life, just as some babies are born deaf or without a sense of touch; but if that was true I wouldn’t have noticed the absence. At some point my neck must have closed over, pond freezing or a wound, shutting me into my head; since then everything had been glancing off me, it was like being in a vase, or the village where I could see them but not hear them because I couldn’t understand what was being said.

134. oldal, 12. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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He didn’t love me, it was an idea of himself he loved and he wanted someone to join him, anyone would do, I didn’t matter so I didn’t have to care.

140. oldal, 13. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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To become like a little child again, a barbarian, a vandal: it was in us too, it was innate.

169. oldal, 15. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

Izolda P>!

I can't believe I'm on this road again, twisting along past the lake where the white birches are dying, the disease is spreading up from the south, and I notice they now have sea-planes for hire.

(első mondat)

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They all disowned their parents long ago, the way you are supposed to: Joe never mentions his mother and father, Anna says hers were nothing people and David calls his The Pigs.

16. oldal, 2. fejezet (Virago, 2009)

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When he suggested we should live together I didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t even a real decision, it was more like buying a goldfish or a potted cactus plant, not because you want one in advance but because you happen to be in the store and you see them lined up on the counter.

49. oldal, 5. fejezet (Virago, 2009)


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