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Rose Tremain: The Road Home Rose Tremain: The Road Home

'On the coach, Lev chose a seat near the back and he sat huddled against the window, staring out at the land he was leaving …' Lev is on his way to Britain to seek work, so that he can send money back to Eastern Europe to support his mother and little daughter. Readers will become totally involved with his story, as he struggles with the mysterious rituals of 'Englishness', and the fashions and fads of the London scene. We see the road Lev travels through Lev's eyes, and we share his dilemmas: the intimacy of his friendships, old and new; his joys and sufferings; his aspirations and his hopes of finding his way home, wherever home may be.

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Little, Brown Books, New York, 2008
432 oldal · ISBN: 9780316002615
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Chatto & Windus, London, 2007
368 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9780701177935

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The idea that he was taking a shit in the flat of an English psychotherapist made him feel very mildly afraid.

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Christy reminded Lev that Ireland was a land of song. He said music was in the green of the hedgerows and in the bleating of sheep; it was in the dreaming coves of the western shore and in the malting hourses of the Guiness breweries. He said England had no songs, only marches and embarrassing old laments for dead glories. „When you come to a land without song, things are bound to go tits-up, sooner or later,” he said. „I should have known that before I married Angela.”

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„Hate keeps people alive. One old guy, Douglas, says to me, 'I refuse to die before my sister. She's looked down on me for seventy-five years. Now I want to look down on her – in her grave.' And he's still going strong. He thinks up different ways to kill her. One of these was, he was going to break into her house and take down her curtain rails and fill them with prawns and put them back again.”
„Prawns?”
„Yes. What G.K. calls 'shrimps' – just because he once vacationed on Long Island. Wait for her to suffer with the stench. Drive her mad because she can't find the source of it. Because she's house-proud as hell, so Douglas says. Has every surface smelling of some crap polish. Dust the lightbulbs! And the thought of her being driven away from her home by the prawn stink gives Douglas real pleasure. And I can understand that. I had a boyfriend last year I wanted to kill.”

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