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Impala
Montreal in the 1960's. A popular singer Connie Ferragamo, abandons her five-year-old daughter, Lousia, and turns herself into the police. Whom did she murder and why? Years later, from old news paper clippings, tales her aunt told her, and a chance encounter with her father, Louisa decides to piece together the secrets of her family. But Louisa wonders if she will ever be able to find out the truth about her past. The author's style, spare and incisive, is the perfect vehicle for plunging us into the torments of a troubled life. Impala is a song about love and loss of illusions, it draws us into the story of two lovers, their embraces, their pain and their tragedy that are the sombre background to the desperate search for the truth their daughter has embarked upon.
128 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 1997
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February 8, 2022
Атмосферна дисфункционалност. Кратката форма и корицата със сцена от чернобял филм подхождат.
Изпълнението обаче не ме докосна, дойде ми твърде мъгляво и маниерно. Италиански емигранти, италианска омерта, склонност към мазохизъм и доживотни травми, невъзможност и нежелание за каквото и да е смислено съществуване. Очаквах поне да има драма, но такава нямаше. Като цяло не разбрах защо трябва да го чета.
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Изпълнението обаче не ме докосна, дойде ми твърде мъгляво и маниерно. Италиански емигранти, италианска омерта, склонност към мазохизъм и доживотни травми, невъзможност и нежелание за каквото и да е смислено съществуване. Очаквах поне да има драма, но такава нямаше. Като цяло не разбрах защо трябва да го чета.
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March 8, 2025
Une belle et bonne trouvaille de boîte à livres 😊. Un récit qui reste un peu nébuleux.
"J'avais perdu la notion du temps. La nuit n'en finissait plus de m'atteindre, elle ne pardonnait rien ; elle me prenait et me reprenait, sans jamais me laisser le temps de respirer."
"J'avais perdu la notion du temps. La nuit n'en finissait plus de m'atteindre, elle ne pardonnait rien ; elle me prenait et me reprenait, sans jamais me laisser le temps de respirer."
March 1, 2026
Un livre avec une fin qui te laisse à ta faim. Trois versions d'une histoire s'entremèlent et se contredisent. Que s'est il vraiment passé?
April 12, 2012
Interesting, though very somber.
Nice style, unexpected events.
Human interaction & human feelings expressed with ease and nice terms.
Not the average image of a 3rd generation Italian in Montreal.
Nice style, unexpected events.
Human interaction & human feelings expressed with ease and nice terms.
Not the average image of a 3rd generation Italian in Montreal.
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