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Despre Grace
Anthony Doerr, autorul unuia dintre cele mai bune romane ale secolului XXI, Toată lumina pe care nu o putem vedea, câștigător al Premiului Pulitzer în 2015, a publicat mai întâi romanul Despre Grace, care, de asemenea, poate câștiga oricând într-o competiție a valorii literare.
Câteodată să iubești poate însemna și să părăsești, să fugi speriat, să alegi suferința prezentului, cu speranța unui alt viitor. Însă fiecare alegere are un preț care, mai devreme sau mai târziu, trebuie plătit. David Winkler e un bărbat liniștit și retras, un hidrolog îndrăgostit de peisajele înzăpezite din Alaska și pasionat de studiul cristalelor de zăpadă. Uneori vede ca prin vis lucruri care mai apoi se petrec aievea cu o precizie tulburătoare. Datorită unei asemenea viziuni o cunoaște pe Sandy, femeia de care se va îndrăgosti. Însă într-un coșmar obsesiv își vede și fiica, pe Grace, murindu-i în brațe. Răvășit, David nu se mai gândește decât să fugă cât mai departe de familie, de casă și destin. O călătorie lungă și zbuciumată îl poartă în Caraibe. Secătuit de forțe și singur, David nu știe nici ce soartă a avut Grace, nici dacă soția îl va ierta vreodată. O altă fiică, nu a lui, ci a familiei care îl găzduiește, îi va da la un moment dat tăria să-și înfrunte trecutul și să pornească în căutarea ființelor pe care le iubește la fel de mult ca odinioară, dar pe care le abandonase covârșit de frică și lașitate.
Câteodată să iubești poate însemna și să părăsești, să fugi speriat, să alegi suferința prezentului, cu speranța unui alt viitor. Însă fiecare alegere are un preț care, mai devreme sau mai târziu, trebuie plătit. David Winkler e un bărbat liniștit și retras, un hidrolog îndrăgostit de peisajele înzăpezite din Alaska și pasionat de studiul cristalelor de zăpadă. Uneori vede ca prin vis lucruri care mai apoi se petrec aievea cu o precizie tulburătoare. Datorită unei asemenea viziuni o cunoaște pe Sandy, femeia de care se va îndrăgosti. Însă într-un coșmar obsesiv își vede și fiica, pe Grace, murindu-i în brațe. Răvășit, David nu se mai gândește decât să fugă cât mai departe de familie, de casă și destin. O călătorie lungă și zbuciumată îl poartă în Caraibe. Secătuit de forțe și singur, David nu știe nici ce soartă a avut Grace, nici dacă soția îl va ierta vreodată. O altă fiică, nu a lui, ci a familiei care îl găzduiește, îi va da la un moment dat tăria să-și înfrunte trecutul și să pornească în căutarea ființelor pe care le iubește la fel de mult ca odinioară, dar pe care le abandonase covârșit de frică și lașitate.
440 pages, Paperback
First published September 21, 2004
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Anthony Doerr
52 books25.6k followersAnthony Doerr is the author of six books,
The Shell Collector
,
About Grace
,
Memory Wall
,
Four Seasons in Rome
,
All the Light We Cannot See
, and
Cloud Cuckoo Land
. Doerr is a two-time National Book Award finalist, and his fiction has won five O. Henry Prizes and won a number of prizes including the Pulitzer Prize and the Carnegie Medal. Become a fan on Facebook and stay up-to-date on his latest publications.
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March 7, 2016
This novel, like a teenage relationship, took me from love to loathing in the space of two weeks. Part one was fabulous. (I apologise to friends to whom I prematurely recommended this book). David Winkler, a character whose naivety and social ineptness makes Dostoevsky’s Idiot appear like Machiavelli and Lord Byron forged into one, has prophetic dreams. He dreams of a fatal accident to a stranger and then watches it happen days later exactly as he dreamt it. He then dreams a meeting with a woman he loves. He meets her and wins her, even though she is married. The writing early on is so good it’s a piece of cake to suspend disbelief. They have a child, Grace. He then dreams that Grace dies in his arms in a flood. When the flood arrives Winkler decides the only way to save her is for him to vanish so she cannot die in his arms as she did in his dream. Without any explanation he therefore leaves his family and catches a boat to St Vincent. His actions by now have alienated us from any sympathy or understanding of him. He’s become emotionally incomprehensible. And he will remain emotionally incomprehensible throughout the book. He’s become, in fact, more a plot device than a believable character. He does what Doerr needs him to do to keep the plot ticking over. When any normal human being would talk he stays mute; when any normal human being would act he bangs his head against a wall. He spends so much time banging his head against walls that you begin to feel a dull pain in your own forehead. Maybe Doerr is making a point about the inability of males to talk about their private feelings and fears? But whatever point he’s making it becomes more and more laboured. Suspension of disbelief starts becoming a real problem.
In St Vincent he befriends a family and becomes a surrogate father to a little girl. He dreams she dies too. But by now there’s so much superfluous weight to this book that it’s wobbling and wheezing along, all trace of any bone structure hidden beneath fold upon fold of fat. There’s more nature description in this book than any 19th century novel. Everything within eyesight is described – ironic as Winkler is severely short sighted. There are entire chapters that wouldn’t be remotely missed if they were cut. Quite a few of ‘em. And Doerr’s writing becomes more and more self-indulgent and whimsical as the book progresses. Often it’s like reading a rehearsal of a novel rather than a novel itself. Maybe if an editor had cut it down to 250 pages….
There are parallels with All the Light We Cannot See. All the Light didn’t really have much plot beyond a basic fairy story floorplan (all the genius was in the beautiful economy of the prose and the artistry with which all its elements were integrated) and About Grace is the same. Two characters are separated and we wait for them to meet. The characters here also have a passion for specialised natural science subjects. Winkler is obsessed with snow crystals (boy, does this get tiresome!) And the surrogate daughter is studying insects. These interests in the natural world though are clumsily integrated into the plot, unlike in All the Light where they’re handled with much greater artistry. I never understood what relevance snow crystals had to this story. Perhaps because I never understood what relationship Winkler had with the natural world. It's like Doerr's wiring was faulty and all the pretty network of lights he threaded through his story never came on. All the light we cannot see indeed!
The ending is horrible, a fairy story firework display of sentimentality and whimsy and, what’s more, wholly predictable. However you have to take your hat off to Doerr. To have started off his writing career with so little promise and gone on to write All the Light is some achievement.
In St Vincent he befriends a family and becomes a surrogate father to a little girl. He dreams she dies too. But by now there’s so much superfluous weight to this book that it’s wobbling and wheezing along, all trace of any bone structure hidden beneath fold upon fold of fat. There’s more nature description in this book than any 19th century novel. Everything within eyesight is described – ironic as Winkler is severely short sighted. There are entire chapters that wouldn’t be remotely missed if they were cut. Quite a few of ‘em. And Doerr’s writing becomes more and more self-indulgent and whimsical as the book progresses. Often it’s like reading a rehearsal of a novel rather than a novel itself. Maybe if an editor had cut it down to 250 pages….
There are parallels with All the Light We Cannot See. All the Light didn’t really have much plot beyond a basic fairy story floorplan (all the genius was in the beautiful economy of the prose and the artistry with which all its elements were integrated) and About Grace is the same. Two characters are separated and we wait for them to meet. The characters here also have a passion for specialised natural science subjects. Winkler is obsessed with snow crystals (boy, does this get tiresome!) And the surrogate daughter is studying insects. These interests in the natural world though are clumsily integrated into the plot, unlike in All the Light where they’re handled with much greater artistry. I never understood what relevance snow crystals had to this story. Perhaps because I never understood what relationship Winkler had with the natural world. It's like Doerr's wiring was faulty and all the pretty network of lights he threaded through his story never came on. All the light we cannot see indeed!
The ending is horrible, a fairy story firework display of sentimentality and whimsy and, what’s more, wholly predictable. However you have to take your hat off to Doerr. To have started off his writing career with so little promise and gone on to write All the Light is some achievement.
November 28, 2017
Astounding. Eloquent. As good as or perhaps better than All the Light...but if you're not a science-type or do not revel in small intricacies of nature, you might just disagree. I'd also add that being a parent probably adds to the connection between the reader and this beautiful story. Not a mom or pop? That's okay.
The people who found this too long or became tired of the meaning behind snow crystals and water molecules and the way insects can survive near-death are fine readers, I'm sure, but they are not of my tribe. Doerr's Pulitzer-winning All the Light We Cannot See was equally long, but because the book was split into the story of two characters whose lives eventually intersected, perhaps it felt like two books about teenagers - and that is likely more palatable to the general public for 400 pages.
So, yeah - that addresses the negative reviews.
Our hero is a science-y guy with thick glasses, a native of Alaska who is well-adjusted and was raised by a kind, happily married couple. His mom taught him as a little boy to appreciate all the different sorts of snow...watching individual flakes land on the window pane, going up to the roof of their apartment to see it fall, looking at an old reference book filled with micrographs (photos taken via microscope) showing each crystal of frozen water. The only kink in his story is that he has an occasional dream here or there that seemingly comes true - or perhaps just an intense sense of deja vu that hits him every now and then. It's hard to tell with a child.
David lives a normal, somewhat boring life still there in Anchorage, and uses his PhD in hydrology to study snow and the water from which it is made. He describes the angle of atoms inside water molecules, the vibrations and outside influences that make each snowflake unique. He adores snow, nothing but snow. And then, in his thirties, he bumps into the love of his life in a grocery store as she is buying Apple Jacks and perusing a copy of Good Housekeeping magazine.
From that point forward, everything changes. Big time.
I will confess that I am a retired geoscientist so all the little beauties that David found in nature thrilled me. Where some people find depth or meaning in music, others find it in the intricate design of seashells, cracking ice floes, and the metamorphosis of butterflies. In general, we physical scientists tend to be logical and analytical, and yet we are as big a group of idiots as anybody else.
We make naïve choices, react to things emotionally. David - a brilliant hydrologist - will make decisions that will make you want to smack him. What he sacrifices for his little child will wow you. David comes alive in this story, and I dare you not to love him and the patched-together family who ultimately love him too.
Five stars and on my favorites shelf.
The people who found this too long or became tired of the meaning behind snow crystals and water molecules and the way insects can survive near-death are fine readers, I'm sure, but they are not of my tribe. Doerr's Pulitzer-winning All the Light We Cannot See was equally long, but because the book was split into the story of two characters whose lives eventually intersected, perhaps it felt like two books about teenagers - and that is likely more palatable to the general public for 400 pages.
So, yeah - that addresses the negative reviews.
Our hero is a science-y guy with thick glasses, a native of Alaska who is well-adjusted and was raised by a kind, happily married couple. His mom taught him as a little boy to appreciate all the different sorts of snow...watching individual flakes land on the window pane, going up to the roof of their apartment to see it fall, looking at an old reference book filled with micrographs (photos taken via microscope) showing each crystal of frozen water. The only kink in his story is that he has an occasional dream here or there that seemingly comes true - or perhaps just an intense sense of deja vu that hits him every now and then. It's hard to tell with a child.
David lives a normal, somewhat boring life still there in Anchorage, and uses his PhD in hydrology to study snow and the water from which it is made. He describes the angle of atoms inside water molecules, the vibrations and outside influences that make each snowflake unique. He adores snow, nothing but snow. And then, in his thirties, he bumps into the love of his life in a grocery store as she is buying Apple Jacks and perusing a copy of Good Housekeeping magazine.
From that point forward, everything changes. Big time.
I will confess that I am a retired geoscientist so all the little beauties that David found in nature thrilled me. Where some people find depth or meaning in music, others find it in the intricate design of seashells, cracking ice floes, and the metamorphosis of butterflies. In general, we physical scientists tend to be logical and analytical, and yet we are as big a group of idiots as anybody else.
We make naïve choices, react to things emotionally. David - a brilliant hydrologist - will make decisions that will make you want to smack him. What he sacrifices for his little child will wow you. David comes alive in this story, and I dare you not to love him and the patched-together family who ultimately love him too.
Five stars and on my favorites shelf.
July 28, 2011
I read this because Doerr is a local author, and a prize winner, and I liked him so much when I heard him speak. I wanted to like the book. I listened to it in my car and listened to the whooooooole thing. I started cursing it as I drove down the street. At times I wanted to drive into a telephone pole just to stop the pain. a) I don't like plotting based on poor decisions by the characters. b) I don't like extended meanderings into beautiful descriptive prose about things that have absolutely nothing to do with anything...sometimes right at a suspenseful moment. My patience with good writing around an annoying plot just doesn't stretch for 413 pages. And if the book was trying to say something about diaphanous borders between now and the future, I was so frustrated, I didn't care. Sorry, Tony.
This was a first novel, after all. I'll try Memory Wall when I calm down.
This was a first novel, after all. I'll try Memory Wall when I calm down.
January 25, 2012
Languid. This is a languid book requiring the reader to lower their metabolism to match the flow of the page. If the reader can do this, if the reader can build patience, then a world of graceful prose will be the reward.
The mythology of the Great Flood still lives in our heads. The fear and awe of water and waves and violent whitecaps. "We live in the beds of ancient oceans." Water and its transformation into snowflakes form the basis of this novel. The water in each of us that longs to return to the sea, from whence it came. The main protagonist transforms also, even though it can be hard on the reader. We want to push him, force him to make an effort, DO SOMETHING!
As I continued reading, I thought of Joyce:
All day I hear the noise of waters making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
But David Winkler is trapped by his dreams. He runs from them and stays away until his transformation is completed. Like a snowflake. "To enter a world of shadows is to leave this world for another." Yet we stay patient and we read on, because now we are attached to David Winkler. He is a refugee. We all are, in one way or another. His travels from Alaska to Ohio to the Caribbean involve us more and more, even as we barely notice other major characters enter the book.
I truly enjoyed this novel, even though I fought it. The author dictates the character's pace, so it's my job as the reader to adjust my expectations and adapt to the protagonist. I was justly rewarded.
Book Season = Winter (brew some herbal tea)
The mythology of the Great Flood still lives in our heads. The fear and awe of water and waves and violent whitecaps. "We live in the beds of ancient oceans." Water and its transformation into snowflakes form the basis of this novel. The water in each of us that longs to return to the sea, from whence it came. The main protagonist transforms also, even though it can be hard on the reader. We want to push him, force him to make an effort, DO SOMETHING!
As I continued reading, I thought of Joyce:
All day I hear the noise of waters making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
But David Winkler is trapped by his dreams. He runs from them and stays away until his transformation is completed. Like a snowflake. "To enter a world of shadows is to leave this world for another." Yet we stay patient and we read on, because now we are attached to David Winkler. He is a refugee. We all are, in one way or another. His travels from Alaska to Ohio to the Caribbean involve us more and more, even as we barely notice other major characters enter the book.
I truly enjoyed this novel, even though I fought it. The author dictates the character's pace, so it's my job as the reader to adjust my expectations and adapt to the protagonist. I was justly rewarded.
Book Season = Winter (brew some herbal tea)
April 23, 2017
Throughout the journey this book took me on, grace was present everywhere that it was allowed. (Sometimes it's amazing how we gift grace to others but don't allow it for ourselves.) The magic of aspects of nature were here - in water's many forms, the world of insects, the seasons and various locales and how they affect the flora and fauna - and vice versa. Dreams are here - prophetic and prosaic and everything in-between. And through it all - grace, love, and the bonds between people who connect as they journey on their individual quests toward their (at times) inter-c0nnected goals. This was a great read.
October 27, 2014
After reading All the Light We Cannot See, which I found thought-provoking and beautifully written, I wanted to read more of Doerr's work. The title "About Grace" looked promising, so I downloaded it. But the book didn't hold a candle (hoho) to All the Light We Cannot See. Some of the prose was lovely, although not as spectacular as the prose in All the Light We Cannot See. But I was as happy to see About Grace end as I was sorry to see the end of All the Light We Cannot See. I found the protagonist whiny, unlikable, fragmented, and dreary. He tirelessly and tediously reveled in misery, which he heaped on himself and other people in abundance. The science and the snow in the book were more interesting to me than he was. A few of the minor characters worked well though--especially those on the island. There wasn't enough, however, to redeem the book for me. I often felt like I was drowning in heavy-handedness and déja vu. And not just the protagonists' mystical visions.
February 11, 2011
I love that he uses the science of snowflakes to mirror the complicated mental patterns of a human being who is lost and trying to find his place in the world, attempting to come to terms with the chaos in his head and heart.
Doeer is remarkably astute in delving into the isolation and loneliness of being human, the intermittment connections we make: some enduring, others brief and awkward, but each valuable and necessary. This story is a classic hero's journey and Doerr writes it well.
I perceive this to be a story about the recovery of love and the dark places it takes you, but it's also a story about surviving.
Doeer is remarkably astute in delving into the isolation and loneliness of being human, the intermittment connections we make: some enduring, others brief and awkward, but each valuable and necessary. This story is a classic hero's journey and Doerr writes it well.
I perceive this to be a story about the recovery of love and the dark places it takes you, but it's also a story about surviving.
May 10, 2018
Primera Lectura.
2016-09-09
4,25
Hay varias partes en las que el autor pone muchas escenas que no aportan nada a la historia y solo hacen que se vuelva pesado, por eso no son 5 estrellas.
Segunda Lectura. 2018-05-10
Reto 25- 2018 Book Challenge: Un libro ambientado en el mar.
Ok, me arrepiento de eso de arriba que escribí en el 2016. Cada página de esta novela es una preciosidad y perfección. Ninguna esta de demás, ni es aburrida. Todo es perfecto.
Amo a Anthony Doerr. Con todo mi alma y corazón. ;D ^_^
4,25
Hay varias partes en las que el autor pone muchas escenas que no aportan nada a la historia y solo hacen que se vuelva pesado, por eso no son 5 estrellas.
Segunda Lectura. 2018-05-10
Reto 25- 2018 Book Challenge: Un libro ambientado en el mar.
Ok, me arrepiento de eso de arriba que escribí en el 2016. Cada página de esta novela es una preciosidad y perfección. Ninguna esta de demás, ni es aburrida. Todo es perfecto.
Amo a Anthony Doerr. Con todo mi alma y corazón. ;D ^_^
March 25, 2012
About Grace is the first novel from Boise, Idaho based author, Anthony Doerr. He previously published a collection of short stories, The Shell Collector, which were both moving and gorgeous. One of the qualities of the stories contained in The Shell Collector, i.e., each story's deep connection to the natural world in which it takes place, actually becomes one of the chief weaknesses in About Grace.
About Grace opens as its protagonist, David Winkler, a fifty-nine-year-old scientist, especially fascinated by all forms of water, is on a plane bound from the small Caribbean island of St. Vincent to the US after a twenty-five-year absence. David is an unusual man, in part because of his deep connection to nature, and in part, because he is prescient: he has dreams of future events, a fate he inherited from his long dead mother. Although some would call David's dreams prophecies, he, himself, prefers to call them simply, dreams.
Sometimes these dreams work in ways David likes, as when he dreams about meeting Sandy, the woman who would become his wife; sometimes these dreams are mundane, as when David dreams that a piece of luggage will fall from an overhead bin on his flight from the Caribbean to the US; at other times, these dreams definitely take a malevolent turn, as when David dreams that his home is flooded and he fails to save his infant daughter, Grace, causing her death, instead.
After the opening set-piece, during which David is returning to the US, Doerr then tells us, in long flashbacks interspersed with the present, how David, then a thirty-two-year-old hydrologist in Alaska, comes to meet Sandy, how she leaves her husband for him and how the two of them move to Cleveland, Ohio, where David works as a meteorologist. While the birth of Grace seems, at first, to make Sandy's and David's lives complete, David's dream of Grace's death is, to him, so frightening in its potential for realization, that he flees to St. Vincent, alienating Sandy and cutting himself off from Grace.
In St. Vincent, David takes any job he can get and lives, basically, in dire poverty, forming a close bond with an expatriate Chilean couple, Felix and Soma. He becomes especially close to the small daughter of the family, Naaliyah, who will, after David's second dream of a death by drowning, perhaps become his own "saving grace."
About Grace is a very internal, introspective, slow-moving novel. While I like introspective, character-driven novels as opposed to "page-turners," I thought About Grace was so slow-paced that at times, it stalled. Doerr, who can write beautiful prose, sometimes seems to be more intent on that than on giving us a story or even insight into his characters, instead. David Winkler, himself, is an exasperating protagonist. He's not a bad man; he truly wants to do what's best, for himself and for his family as well as for the Chilean family he comes to love, but he's underdeveloped, too wishy-washy, too indecisive, and too ineffectual. Even his decisive actions, like fleeing Cleveland for St. Vincent, have an aura of desperation about them that diminish David in our eyes rather than cause us to empathize with him. And although Doerr most certainly wants us to focus on David and his inner turmoil, it's very difficult to do so when David, himself, focuses more on nature.
Doerr's lovely prose is totally sans cliché. He writes clean prose. He writes poetic prose. This is, sadly, one of the problems with About Grace. Doerr seems so focused on giving us a highly poetic story that he allows the poeticism in his novel to take over. While I love lush, poetic prose, I don't care for it at the expense of story or characterization.
The poeticism of the stories contained in The Shell Collector wasn't a problem. But what works in a fifteen or twenty page story, that is quite impressionistic, isn't going to work in a novel of four hundred pages. After fewer than one hundred pages of this stuff, I began to sigh and long for something that at least resembled a story or a little character development that didn't relate to the majesty and grandeur of water in all its myriad forms. And I’m a nature lover. Big time.
Doerr also drifts into the unbelievable when he tries to describe the love between the already married Sandy and David. At one point David thinks, regarding Sandy:
He could study the colors and creases in her palm for fifteen minutes, imagining he could see the blood traveling through her capillaries.
Even the most dyed-in-the-wool, poetry loving romantic, one certainly not against love, even love at first sight, has probably never, not even once, thought of the blood traveling through his/her beloved’s capillaries, at least in a romantic sort of way. They probably didn’t even want to think of the blood traveling through anyone's capillaries, loved one or not. Now, I’m not a child, I don't need magic slippers and knights in shining armor, but I just couldn't believe in the love between Sandy and David. It just wasn't realistic to me.
I realize Doerr wanted to hammer home the idea that David Winkler is a scientist, but I think he hammered a little too hard. Another problem with characterizing David as the "ultimate scientist" is that Doerr also asks us to accept the fact that David is enough of a poet-at-heart to accept the metaphysical, the mystical, the unexplainable. For me, the two never came together the way they should.
The plot - what plot there is - is also driven too much by coincidence. I can accept one or two coincidences in a novel, even a novel that's supposed to be a "slice of life," for after all, coincidence is but a part of life. But in About Grace, some of the story's major plot points turn on extravagant coincidence, something that caused me to shake my head and mutter, "Oh, please." Had this been a comic novel, something along the lines of those written by Carl Hiaasen, for example, the coincidence would have been easier to swallow, for Hiaasen's novels aren't meant to be taken seriously. About Grace is.
The theme of About Grace in implied in its title, of course. This is a book about achieving a state of grace in life and the difficulties one must go through in order to do so even more than it’s about a man’s search for his daughter. It's a book about discarding the safety of a belief in predestination and actually living one's life with passion, with intensity, with an embrace that encompasses both the beauty and the pain. I loved this theme, but I don't think Doerr pulled it off.
Doerr is a young writer, and for one so young, his mistakes are forgivable. But while forgivable, they don't make for good, compelling reading unless you want to read an extended meditation on the majesty of water. Even though About Grace put me to sleep more times than it engaged my heart and soul, it pains me greatly to award it only one stars. It's obvious that Doerr is a very talented writer, but it's also obvious that he needs to learn a bit more about his craft. And in the long term, perhaps he'll always be better at the short story than the novel. The two require very different skills and Doerr's seem to definitely lie with the shorter form. Although it pains me to do this to a writer so obviously talented, I really can't recommend this book. The characters are infuriating and they lack humanity, something this book really needs in order to succeed. The plot meanders off course far too often, and in the end, despite the pretty prose and well-turned phrases, the whole thing is a massive bore. Skip it and read The Shell Collector instead. It's really worth every minute you spend with it.
About Grace opens as its protagonist, David Winkler, a fifty-nine-year-old scientist, especially fascinated by all forms of water, is on a plane bound from the small Caribbean island of St. Vincent to the US after a twenty-five-year absence. David is an unusual man, in part because of his deep connection to nature, and in part, because he is prescient: he has dreams of future events, a fate he inherited from his long dead mother. Although some would call David's dreams prophecies, he, himself, prefers to call them simply, dreams.
Sometimes these dreams work in ways David likes, as when he dreams about meeting Sandy, the woman who would become his wife; sometimes these dreams are mundane, as when David dreams that a piece of luggage will fall from an overhead bin on his flight from the Caribbean to the US; at other times, these dreams definitely take a malevolent turn, as when David dreams that his home is flooded and he fails to save his infant daughter, Grace, causing her death, instead.
After the opening set-piece, during which David is returning to the US, Doerr then tells us, in long flashbacks interspersed with the present, how David, then a thirty-two-year-old hydrologist in Alaska, comes to meet Sandy, how she leaves her husband for him and how the two of them move to Cleveland, Ohio, where David works as a meteorologist. While the birth of Grace seems, at first, to make Sandy's and David's lives complete, David's dream of Grace's death is, to him, so frightening in its potential for realization, that he flees to St. Vincent, alienating Sandy and cutting himself off from Grace.
In St. Vincent, David takes any job he can get and lives, basically, in dire poverty, forming a close bond with an expatriate Chilean couple, Felix and Soma. He becomes especially close to the small daughter of the family, Naaliyah, who will, after David's second dream of a death by drowning, perhaps become his own "saving grace."
About Grace is a very internal, introspective, slow-moving novel. While I like introspective, character-driven novels as opposed to "page-turners," I thought About Grace was so slow-paced that at times, it stalled. Doerr, who can write beautiful prose, sometimes seems to be more intent on that than on giving us a story or even insight into his characters, instead. David Winkler, himself, is an exasperating protagonist. He's not a bad man; he truly wants to do what's best, for himself and for his family as well as for the Chilean family he comes to love, but he's underdeveloped, too wishy-washy, too indecisive, and too ineffectual. Even his decisive actions, like fleeing Cleveland for St. Vincent, have an aura of desperation about them that diminish David in our eyes rather than cause us to empathize with him. And although Doerr most certainly wants us to focus on David and his inner turmoil, it's very difficult to do so when David, himself, focuses more on nature.
Doerr's lovely prose is totally sans cliché. He writes clean prose. He writes poetic prose. This is, sadly, one of the problems with About Grace. Doerr seems so focused on giving us a highly poetic story that he allows the poeticism in his novel to take over. While I love lush, poetic prose, I don't care for it at the expense of story or characterization.
The poeticism of the stories contained in The Shell Collector wasn't a problem. But what works in a fifteen or twenty page story, that is quite impressionistic, isn't going to work in a novel of four hundred pages. After fewer than one hundred pages of this stuff, I began to sigh and long for something that at least resembled a story or a little character development that didn't relate to the majesty and grandeur of water in all its myriad forms. And I’m a nature lover. Big time.
Doerr also drifts into the unbelievable when he tries to describe the love between the already married Sandy and David. At one point David thinks, regarding Sandy:
He could study the colors and creases in her palm for fifteen minutes, imagining he could see the blood traveling through her capillaries.
Even the most dyed-in-the-wool, poetry loving romantic, one certainly not against love, even love at first sight, has probably never, not even once, thought of the blood traveling through his/her beloved’s capillaries, at least in a romantic sort of way. They probably didn’t even want to think of the blood traveling through anyone's capillaries, loved one or not. Now, I’m not a child, I don't need magic slippers and knights in shining armor, but I just couldn't believe in the love between Sandy and David. It just wasn't realistic to me.
I realize Doerr wanted to hammer home the idea that David Winkler is a scientist, but I think he hammered a little too hard. Another problem with characterizing David as the "ultimate scientist" is that Doerr also asks us to accept the fact that David is enough of a poet-at-heart to accept the metaphysical, the mystical, the unexplainable. For me, the two never came together the way they should.
The plot - what plot there is - is also driven too much by coincidence. I can accept one or two coincidences in a novel, even a novel that's supposed to be a "slice of life," for after all, coincidence is but a part of life. But in About Grace, some of the story's major plot points turn on extravagant coincidence, something that caused me to shake my head and mutter, "Oh, please." Had this been a comic novel, something along the lines of those written by Carl Hiaasen, for example, the coincidence would have been easier to swallow, for Hiaasen's novels aren't meant to be taken seriously. About Grace is.
The theme of About Grace in implied in its title, of course. This is a book about achieving a state of grace in life and the difficulties one must go through in order to do so even more than it’s about a man’s search for his daughter. It's a book about discarding the safety of a belief in predestination and actually living one's life with passion, with intensity, with an embrace that encompasses both the beauty and the pain. I loved this theme, but I don't think Doerr pulled it off.
Doerr is a young writer, and for one so young, his mistakes are forgivable. But while forgivable, they don't make for good, compelling reading unless you want to read an extended meditation on the majesty of water. Even though About Grace put me to sleep more times than it engaged my heart and soul, it pains me greatly to award it only one stars. It's obvious that Doerr is a very talented writer, but it's also obvious that he needs to learn a bit more about his craft. And in the long term, perhaps he'll always be better at the short story than the novel. The two require very different skills and Doerr's seem to definitely lie with the shorter form. Although it pains me to do this to a writer so obviously talented, I really can't recommend this book. The characters are infuriating and they lack humanity, something this book really needs in order to succeed. The plot meanders off course far too often, and in the end, despite the pretty prose and well-turned phrases, the whole thing is a massive bore. Skip it and read The Shell Collector instead. It's really worth every minute you spend with it.
September 12, 2020
This was an absolutely wonderful book that took me a while to get into (because of Doerr’s intricate, poetic language), but which ended up taking me to wonderful and diverse settings. All settings are combined with water, which is also the main character’s, David’s, big fascination in life.
Water takes him on a life of twists and turns, choices and regrets, hope and loss, and the more I got into his journey, the more I loved it.
Christopher was my favourite character, Northern Alaska was my favourite setting, and this is my favourite book of the two I’ve read of Anthony Doerr <3
Water takes him on a life of twists and turns, choices and regrets, hope and loss, and the more I got into his journey, the more I loved it.
Christopher was my favourite character, Northern Alaska was my favourite setting, and this is my favourite book of the two I’ve read of Anthony Doerr <3
January 20, 2020
3,75 sterren - Nederlandse Paperback 🦋🦋🦋
*** Hij noemde ze dromen. Geen voorspellingen of visioenen, en ook geen voorgevoelens of waarschuwingen. Door ze dromen te noemen kwam hij het dichtst bij wat ze waren; gewaarwordingen, ervaringen, die hem overkwamen terwijl hij lag te slapen en weer vervaagden zodra hij wakker was geworden, om vervolgens minuten, uren of dagen opnieuw op te duiken. ***
Een boek wat prachtig een karakter neer zet van een wat introverte man die van kinds afgaan voorspellende dromen heeft. De natuur en zijn schatten heeft ook een rol in dit verhaal. Het was voor mij geen boek om in een dag of twee dagen uit te lezen. Daarvoor krabbelde het verhaal voor mij teveel door. Maar de schitterende personages die het boek bevolken maken het toch een afgeronde 4 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
*** Hij noemde ze dromen. Geen voorspellingen of visioenen, en ook geen voorgevoelens of waarschuwingen. Door ze dromen te noemen kwam hij het dichtst bij wat ze waren; gewaarwordingen, ervaringen, die hem overkwamen terwijl hij lag te slapen en weer vervaagden zodra hij wakker was geworden, om vervolgens minuten, uren of dagen opnieuw op te duiken. ***
Een boek wat prachtig een karakter neer zet van een wat introverte man die van kinds afgaan voorspellende dromen heeft. De natuur en zijn schatten heeft ook een rol in dit verhaal. Het was voor mij geen boek om in een dag of twee dagen uit te lezen. Daarvoor krabbelde het verhaal voor mij teveel door. Maar de schitterende personages die het boek bevolken maken het toch een afgeronde 4 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
June 13, 2015
I read this in preparation to tackle All the Light We Cannot See to see what all the hoopla's about. I gotta say, Anthony Doerr is an impressive writer, and I am somewhat more eager to read his Pulitzer Prize winner now that I've read About Grace. It's by no means a perfect book; in fact the novel is stuffed with gobs of superfluous stuff that threatens to detract from the story (how much do we really need to know about snow crystal formation, anyway?) but Doerr writes with an exuberance that is sneakily infectious: he believes down deep he's got a worthwhile story to impart and by gosh he's not going to let go until you agree. Even when the story is taking some ridiculous turns (and there are quite a few) you just want to see where he takes you.
In this case, Anchorage, Alaska is where hydrologist David Winkler's story begins. He's obsessed with water in all its forms, and obsessed with his dreams, which eerily foretell the future. After meeting his wife (foreseen in a dream enticing her away from her husband) and moving to Ohio to land a weather forecasting position with a television station, he dreams their daughter Grace dies in a flood by David's own hand. To avert this from happening, David (who really takes stock in his dreams' progrnosticative powers) opts to get as far away from his wife and daughter as possible, specifically to St.Vincent Island in the Caribbean. As one could imagine, David's drastic actions to avoid his dream coming true utterly aggrieves and angers his wife, who leaves him, with no means of contacting her again (or David finding out the conditition of their daughter).
It"s a really far-fetched story, but Doerr blithely barrels along, regardless. Despite the only-in-Hollywood-and-goofy-novels-feeling it leaves you with, Doerr's writing is really quite lovely, and leaves the reader (if he can buy the premise) as bereft as David as he contends with the weird loss of his family.
It's sappy and hokey, but Doerr's first novel (2004) gives plenty of evidence of a burgeoning talent, mighty enough to presage the future attention-grab of the Pulitzer panel. Can't wait to read his newer stuff. .
In this case, Anchorage, Alaska is where hydrologist David Winkler's story begins. He's obsessed with water in all its forms, and obsessed with his dreams, which eerily foretell the future. After meeting his wife (foreseen in a dream enticing her away from her husband) and moving to Ohio to land a weather forecasting position with a television station, he dreams their daughter Grace dies in a flood by David's own hand. To avert this from happening, David (who really takes stock in his dreams' progrnosticative powers) opts to get as far away from his wife and daughter as possible, specifically to St.Vincent Island in the Caribbean. As one could imagine, David's drastic actions to avoid his dream coming true utterly aggrieves and angers his wife, who leaves him, with no means of contacting her again (or David finding out the conditition of their daughter).
It"s a really far-fetched story, but Doerr blithely barrels along, regardless. Despite the only-in-Hollywood-and-goofy-novels-feeling it leaves you with, Doerr's writing is really quite lovely, and leaves the reader (if he can buy the premise) as bereft as David as he contends with the weird loss of his family.
It's sappy and hokey, but Doerr's first novel (2004) gives plenty of evidence of a burgeoning talent, mighty enough to presage the future attention-grab of the Pulitzer panel. Can't wait to read his newer stuff. .
June 15, 2018
Yikes. Its hard to believe this is by the same author as the emotional, and beautifully written "All the Light We Cannot See".
I adored the writing, as I expected I would. It was beautifully crafted and incredibly evocative. But, there's only so much beautiful and evocative you can take before you start itching for some plot.
3 Stars
I adored the writing, as I expected I would. It was beautifully crafted and incredibly evocative. But, there's only so much beautiful and evocative you can take before you start itching for some plot.
3 Stars
June 10, 2012
This book tells the story of David Winkler, a man who has dreams that are premonitions of the future. It was beautifully written with amazing imagery of the diverse settings of the novel. In Winkler's attempts to escape his dreams he travels from the Caribbean to Alaska and Doerr describes both of these settings in beautiful almost magical detail. Water and snow become the most amazingly complex and beautiful things in Doerr's writing. Other reviewers have stated that while the writing was beautiful, the plot and characters weren't as strong. I, however, disagree. I felt very connected to the main character, and couldn't stop reading to find out what happened in his story. I especially loved the main character's interactions with the young children characters of the book. The descriptions of the children's discovery of the natural beauty of the world was touching, and I think people with children would appreciate it even more.
July 17, 2022
What an excruciating book! I absolutely loved All the Light We Cannot See, but this book was pure penance. I completely lost patience with the protagonist because of his staggering stupidity.
How difficult can it be to say, "I have dreams of future events and these events have come to pass”? But instead of articulating this simple truth and thereby explaining himself, he remains mute, tongue-tied, and the people around him are baffled by his bizarre behaviour. The only logical conclusion they can come to is that he is a deranged nutbar. (How did this idiot of a man ever manage to graduate from university?)
I kept slogging on through the interminable (excruciating) descriptions of snow crystals and bugs, waiting for him to explain his actions, but all I got for my trouble was an increasing sense of frustration and irritation. I am a pragmatic person and as such, I simply couldn't fathom why he never explained himself. Ninety percent of his difficulties could have been avoided if he had simply explained what drove his actions. Overall, this was a deeply unsatisfying, utterly ridiculous book.
How difficult can it be to say, "I have dreams of future events and these events have come to pass”? But instead of articulating this simple truth and thereby explaining himself, he remains mute, tongue-tied, and the people around him are baffled by his bizarre behaviour. The only logical conclusion they can come to is that he is a deranged nutbar. (How did this idiot of a man ever manage to graduate from university?)
I kept slogging on through the interminable (excruciating) descriptions of snow crystals and bugs, waiting for him to explain his actions, but all I got for my trouble was an increasing sense of frustration and irritation. I am a pragmatic person and as such, I simply couldn't fathom why he never explained himself. Ninety percent of his difficulties could have been avoided if he had simply explained what drove his actions. Overall, this was a deeply unsatisfying, utterly ridiculous book.
October 3, 2023
This book does not seem very popular, but I LOVED IT. It is Anthony Doerr's debut novel. You know, Anthony Doerr of the Pulitzer Prize and All the Light We Cannot See. I Have met Anthony Doerr. He can do no wrong. Maybe that is why I found only right in this book.
The main character is David Winkler. He dreams events and then they happen. As a child, he dreamt that a man was hit by a bus and killed. He saw a hat box fly into the air. Three days later, walking with his mother on a snowy street in Anchorage, the tragedy, hat box and all, transpires. He also dreams that he meets a fetching woman in a supermarket. That dream comes true too. Though she is married, Sandy agrees to leave Alaska and they move to Cleveland. They marry and a girl is born, Grace. David dreams that there is a flood and trying to escape it, carrying Grace through
waist-high roiling water, he trips and Grace drowns. The flood really does occur but before the dream can come true, David runs. First he drives to NYC and from there gets on a tramp steamer to St Vincent and the Grenadines.
He meets a woman in a post office and she and her family take David under their wing. They have a daughter, Naaliyah. Naaliyah figures heavily in the story: both in the Caribbean and later on when she is going to school in Alaska. David spends 20 years on the island, always wondering if Grace is dead or alive.
Finally he has the gumption to leave St Vincent and attempt to find her.
I loved Doerr's writing and the many places that David visited while on his journey from Alaska to Ohio to the Caribbean, back to the US and finally in Alaska.
At the end of the book, the following subjects are listed: 1. Separation (Psychology)—Fiction. 2. Fathers and daughters—Fiction. 3. Runaway husbands—Fiction. 4. Caribbean Area—Fiction. 5. Precognition—Fiction. 6. Alaska—Fiction. 7. Dreams—Fiction.
A worthy work that will keep you entertained throughout.
5 stars
The main character is David Winkler. He dreams events and then they happen. As a child, he dreamt that a man was hit by a bus and killed. He saw a hat box fly into the air. Three days later, walking with his mother on a snowy street in Anchorage, the tragedy, hat box and all, transpires. He also dreams that he meets a fetching woman in a supermarket. That dream comes true too. Though she is married, Sandy agrees to leave Alaska and they move to Cleveland. They marry and a girl is born, Grace. David dreams that there is a flood and trying to escape it, carrying Grace through
waist-high roiling water, he trips and Grace drowns. The flood really does occur but before the dream can come true, David runs. First he drives to NYC and from there gets on a tramp steamer to St Vincent and the Grenadines.
He meets a woman in a post office and she and her family take David under their wing. They have a daughter, Naaliyah. Naaliyah figures heavily in the story: both in the Caribbean and later on when she is going to school in Alaska. David spends 20 years on the island, always wondering if Grace is dead or alive.
Finally he has the gumption to leave St Vincent and attempt to find her.
I loved Doerr's writing and the many places that David visited while on his journey from Alaska to Ohio to the Caribbean, back to the US and finally in Alaska.
At the end of the book, the following subjects are listed: 1. Separation (Psychology)—Fiction. 2. Fathers and daughters—Fiction. 3. Runaway husbands—Fiction. 4. Caribbean Area—Fiction. 5. Precognition—Fiction. 6. Alaska—Fiction. 7. Dreams—Fiction.
A worthy work that will keep you entertained throughout.
5 stars
July 25, 2016
Anthony Doerr tiene una forma de escribir muy única y bonita. La verdad es que tras leer La luz que no puedes ver supe que iba a leer más novelas de este autor por que sabe hacerte entrar en la historia y le da sentido y no sé como decirlo, pero sus novelas me están gustando muchísimo. No me gustó tanto como el primer libro suyo que leí, pero sí que me gustó para darle cuatro estrellas. Me encanta como describe perfectamente todo y realmente su manera de escribir las novelas es tan tan tan bonita que al final aunque la trama llegue a ser lenta, me sigue encantando. El libro en sí estuvo genial porque la trama la vi original y muy real, además acabas entendiendo a todos los personajes. No puedo decir que el libro es para todo el mundo porque como dije, en ciertas partes se me hizo bastante lento pero creo que si le dais una oportunidad, solo por la forma de escribir del autor, os puede gustar y mucho.
July 2, 2016
Doerr sai vuonna 2015 Pulizer-palkinnon kirjasta Kaikki se valo jota emme näe. Kirjan huippukohdat olivat toisen maailmansodan aikana. Kirjassa suurta osaa esitti ääniaallot ja toisen päähenkilön sokeus.
Uusin suomennos Davidin uni on kirjailijan esikoisteos vuodelta 2004. Tämän kirjan teemana on vesi ja sen eri olomuodot. Kirjasta löytyy sadetta, joki, valtameri, pisarat, kiteet, lumihiutaleet, lumi, jäätiköt ja tulvat sekä paljon muuta veteen liittyvää. Kirjan päähenkilö näkee unia ja valitettavasti hän näkee myöskin enneunia kuolemasta. Kirja on mukaansatempaava heti alusta asti ja 426 sivua sujahti kuin unessa. Doerr on taitava ja hänen ilmaisunsa on uskomattoman hieno.
Uusin suomennos Davidin uni on kirjailijan esikoisteos vuodelta 2004. Tämän kirjan teemana on vesi ja sen eri olomuodot. Kirjasta löytyy sadetta, joki, valtameri, pisarat, kiteet, lumihiutaleet, lumi, jäätiköt ja tulvat sekä paljon muuta veteen liittyvää. Kirjan päähenkilö näkee unia ja valitettavasti hän näkee myöskin enneunia kuolemasta. Kirja on mukaansatempaava heti alusta asti ja 426 sivua sujahti kuin unessa. Doerr on taitava ja hänen ilmaisunsa on uskomattoman hieno.
August 9, 2021
"Poate așa se măsoară viețile, un șir de abandonuri despre care sperăm, mai presus de rațiune, că până la urmă se vor concilia."
"Dacă învățase ceva, învățase că familia nu era atât ce ți se dădea, cât ceea ce erai în stare să păstrezi."
Despre Grace, un roman frumos pe care l-am finalizat cu zâmbetul pe buze.
"Dacă învățase ceva, învățase că familia nu era atât ce ți se dădea, cât ceea ce erai în stare să păstrezi."
Despre Grace, un roman frumos pe care l-am finalizat cu zâmbetul pe buze.
December 11, 2016
Más largo que un día sin pan.
September 12, 2019
"I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.” -- Hamlet
An awful gift, a dreadful mistake, half a lifetime of doldrums and then repentance form the arc of this first novel by Anthony Doerr, whose second All the Light We Cannot See has been a near-universal favorite in 2014. I recommended About Grace very highly when I first read it, though stinting one star on goodreads because I haven’t yet given five to any fiction (except humor) not read at least twice. Just re-read it this month and add a fifth star.
By repentance I don’t mean just mea culpa pleas for forgiveness, wails of guilt. The deeper meaning is a change in path, a re-thinking of what one did or said and action on new life.
The writing is keen and poetic. Characterization is gentle, vivid, without hard edges. This being an odyssey, there are down times in plot (25 years on a small island chain) and hurried, searching, journeys.
The protagonist. David Winkler, is a bright myopic nebbish who grew up in Anchorage AK. We learn from a flashback in Chapter 10 that at age nine he had had a nightmare from which he was awakened by his loving mother, screaming and trying to put on his shoes. The omniscient narration tells us the dream was of a pedestrian, no one he knew, fatally hit by a bus, with a graphic detail: the victim was carrying a hatbox that spilled out a “gray fedora.” Significantly, young David did not tell his mother the dream’s content but seemed upset for hours. Two days after, David saw a man struck and killed by a bus in real life (and death). A gray fedora fell from the broken hatbox the man had been carrying.
I see two interpretations of this sequence. Either David has second sight, or he unconsciously grafted the details of the terrible sight – the bus and the hat -- into the inchoate recent memory of a nightmare. This is more plausible, more rational. All of us have had horrible nightmares of catastrophes, some of which may involve recognizable persons in our lives. I have a recurring one of watching from the ground a jumbo jet losing power not high off the ground and inexorably descending into a crash. These started after 9/11 but have no details. I can tell people about them, not convinced they foretell any specific event. I must have had nightmares about the death or injury of a loved person, but cannot today ever remember one. When they happen, they are not, thank God, cinematically clear as David’s seems to have been, but chaotic and bizarre like most dreams. This allows me to dismiss them, let them “fly forgotten” in the morning and never speak of them. I would feel guilty having dreamed them.
After a big-news disaster it is not uncommon to hear urban legends of friends of friends who foresaw it, but very seldom did the seer go on record beforehand with unambiguous pertinent details. What is usual, perhaps unique, about David’s dreams is the clear, trivial details (a dropped magazine, a concrete block, a dangling computer mouse) that are exactly what he will see in the real event. This makes them much more frightening.
Whether David has second sight or a kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, he will for decades believe that his visions in sleep, even dreamt just once, foretell destiny. He will be deathly afraid of them, unable to think they could be wrong or give a chance to change in reality what he saw in the dream. After he is nine, we hear of no fresh examples until, in a happy reversal, at age thirty-two, he meets his future wife in circumstances he had seen in a dream. This the best thing in his life to that age.
Then fear after another ominous dream not long after marriage sends him on a blind panicked run from his new wife and little daughter, a complete cutoff that lasts twenty-five years. Only when he has used the message of another horrifying prophetic dream to do something really good can he repent. At last he is ready to look for his abandoned wife and daughter, not knowing if either lives.
Is this book realistic or magical? Someone who can’t credit second sight and prophetic powers can still read it with interest and sympathy though having to label David with some sort of mental illness; poriomania is not a good fit, nor is a dissociative fugue state without amnesia. It could be seen as a chronic delusional system. Though I really appreciate fiction that is firmly realistic (say, Saul Bellow’s or Tolstoy’s or in a different sphere Ann Tyler’s) I’m ready to accept some magic in fiction. Then the book is about breaking the curse of second sight.
About Grace is a book of kindness, which abounds in it.
An awful gift, a dreadful mistake, half a lifetime of doldrums and then repentance form the arc of this first novel by Anthony Doerr, whose second All the Light We Cannot See has been a near-universal favorite in 2014. I recommended About Grace very highly when I first read it, though stinting one star on goodreads because I haven’t yet given five to any fiction (except humor) not read at least twice. Just re-read it this month and add a fifth star.
By repentance I don’t mean just mea culpa pleas for forgiveness, wails of guilt. The deeper meaning is a change in path, a re-thinking of what one did or said and action on new life.
The writing is keen and poetic. Characterization is gentle, vivid, without hard edges. This being an odyssey, there are down times in plot (25 years on a small island chain) and hurried, searching, journeys.
The protagonist. David Winkler, is a bright myopic nebbish who grew up in Anchorage AK. We learn from a flashback in Chapter 10 that at age nine he had had a nightmare from which he was awakened by his loving mother, screaming and trying to put on his shoes. The omniscient narration tells us the dream was of a pedestrian, no one he knew, fatally hit by a bus, with a graphic detail: the victim was carrying a hatbox that spilled out a “gray fedora.” Significantly, young David did not tell his mother the dream’s content but seemed upset for hours. Two days after, David saw a man struck and killed by a bus in real life (and death). A gray fedora fell from the broken hatbox the man had been carrying.
I see two interpretations of this sequence. Either David has second sight, or he unconsciously grafted the details of the terrible sight – the bus and the hat -- into the inchoate recent memory of a nightmare. This is more plausible, more rational. All of us have had horrible nightmares of catastrophes, some of which may involve recognizable persons in our lives. I have a recurring one of watching from the ground a jumbo jet losing power not high off the ground and inexorably descending into a crash. These started after 9/11 but have no details. I can tell people about them, not convinced they foretell any specific event. I must have had nightmares about the death or injury of a loved person, but cannot today ever remember one. When they happen, they are not, thank God, cinematically clear as David’s seems to have been, but chaotic and bizarre like most dreams. This allows me to dismiss them, let them “fly forgotten” in the morning and never speak of them. I would feel guilty having dreamed them.
After a big-news disaster it is not uncommon to hear urban legends of friends of friends who foresaw it, but very seldom did the seer go on record beforehand with unambiguous pertinent details. What is usual, perhaps unique, about David’s dreams is the clear, trivial details (a dropped magazine, a concrete block, a dangling computer mouse) that are exactly what he will see in the real event. This makes them much more frightening.
Whether David has second sight or a kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, he will for decades believe that his visions in sleep, even dreamt just once, foretell destiny. He will be deathly afraid of them, unable to think they could be wrong or give a chance to change in reality what he saw in the dream. After he is nine, we hear of no fresh examples until, in a happy reversal, at age thirty-two, he meets his future wife in circumstances he had seen in a dream. This the best thing in his life to that age.
Then fear after another ominous dream not long after marriage sends him on a blind panicked run from his new wife and little daughter, a complete cutoff that lasts twenty-five years. Only when he has used the message of another horrifying prophetic dream to do something really good can he repent. At last he is ready to look for his abandoned wife and daughter, not knowing if either lives.
Is this book realistic or magical? Someone who can’t credit second sight and prophetic powers can still read it with interest and sympathy though having to label David with some sort of mental illness; poriomania is not a good fit, nor is a dissociative fugue state without amnesia. It could be seen as a chronic delusional system. Though I really appreciate fiction that is firmly realistic (say, Saul Bellow’s or Tolstoy’s or in a different sphere Ann Tyler’s) I’m ready to accept some magic in fiction. Then the book is about breaking the curse of second sight.
About Grace is a book of kindness, which abounds in it.
August 13, 2023
““You ever hope for something so much? So much you can’t sleep, so much your skull hurts? But the thing is, you don’t even know if the thing you’re wishing for is possible? You don’t even know if it could ever happen? And it’s all out of your control?”
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Like birds stirred from a rookery, memories flew into his consciousness: [...]
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Hope is something that can be very dangerous but without it life would be horribly dry. Impossible, even.
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Like birds stirred from a rookery, memories flew into his consciousness: [...]
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Hope is something that can be very dangerous but without it life would be horribly dry. Impossible, even.
March 16, 2011
For a girl who boasts to the claim of not being a fan of "recreational crying" I would have to say I understand now why some girls like to watch movies that make them cry. I found this book rather therapeutic. The book is called About Grace and it is by Anthony Doerr.
The book is about David Winkler a man who has a vision of his daughter's death, which he sees himself causeing. This vision causes him to then spends his whole life running to avoid it. It follows the path he takes and the people he meets as well as his eventual journey home. It talks about destiny and family, and love and risk....mostly it talks about snow which I love.
The book covers a lot about love in a sad way. It follows the story of the women who David loved his whole life even though he only spent a few short years with her. It talks about what that means in romantic relationships and also what that means in the context of families. What I love the most is that it poses at the very beginning of the book the question: "Do we chose who we love?" Winkler forsees his wife in a vision that simply unfolds as it should. Rather than taking a cliche stance and saying that everything is predestined it talks about the effort it takes to keep and win love. Winkler woos the woman he loves over the course of several months and it is only through decisions he makes and decisions that she makes that they end up together. I love how Winkler is wiling to fight for love with his daughter who he meets finally again when she is grown woman. He patiently waits it out and sends her subtle messages of love by leaving gifts on her door step. I think that is the part of our world that scares me the most. The fact that people are impatient and give up so easily these days. I believe that love is worth fighting for and definitely worth sticking it out for.
The book also covers the love of a family and how now matter how dysfunctional a family is that there is love and identity that need to come from them. This part of the book especially made me cry. I miss my dad, not because he was perfect, not because if he were here now would he do anything special, or any of the things I need to hear, but simply because he is my dad and that I love him. Following Winklers journey to be reconciled to his daughter was so therapeutic for me. One quote that I loved was " this, perhaps, is how lives are measured, a series of abandonments that we hope beyond reason will eventually be reconciled." and yet another quote by a man who was having a heart attack and finally realized what life was about, "It was about love......this was about family, how blood supercedes death".
My favorite parts of the book where about destiny. Winkler has the gift of premonition and foresees the future and the book covers a lot of the what ifs and ponders why we as humans have the need to KNOW.
One of my favorite quotes is: "why do we let things that have already happened torture us?...but this hasn't happened yet. Those too. The things that have happened and the things that could happen" I love it because it speaks of how we worry and think on and mull, the things that have yet to happen. I know at least for myself that those things in the future weigh a lot heavier on my heart than anything in the past.
The final conclusion the book makes about premonition and thinking on the future is that there is a far greater joy in being suprised by life. In living fully and completely in the present even if you happen to possess the gift of seeing the future. "In memory, in story, in the end, we can remake our lives any way we need. To be suprised, truly, utterly suprised by what came into your life--this Winkler was learning, was the true gift"
The part of the book that makes me ecstatically happy is that the book talks a lot about the part of us that makes us truly unique. It talks about how each of us, like snowflakes are absolutely completely unique and have an indiviudal purpose and role to play. The characters is in this book are fully alive, happy with who they are and excited to be pursuing the tasks that they find joy in. Winkler is obsessed with snow and Nalaayiah a surrogate daughter to him is passionate about bugs.
"It is about getting handed at conception a gift that sets you apart from everyone"
and
"He said all things in nature appeared to have a key--invisible to us--inside of them that contained the blueprint for their exterior, for what they were. ..Kepler went so far as to call this the soul."
and
"He was far from discouraged; indeed, Winkler felt he was at the cusp of something, a discovery, a lesson he profoundly needed to learn. Inside him things were unlocking, thawing or clarifying"
The book also talks about getting lost, and then the joy of finding life again. Winkler is plagued with guilt over possibly killing his daughter and then his subsequent abandonment of his family. I loved one quote in particular which reminded me so much of my clients who are all lost in some way and fleeing some horrible reality that is too hard to face.
"And this feeling, permeating every waking minute, that he had made too many wrong decisions"
And
"Rescuing was not a thing, he knew, that should happen to him"
The book talks about forgiveness too and it uses snow as a picture for it which I love seeing how Christians use the image of us beign "washed as white as snow"
"The way we feel as if the more it falls, the more we are forgiven"
Lastly, it talks about order and how things in the world have an order to them, a symmetry, a beauty. At one point he refers to a covergence of events that he saw happening well before they occured as a song, something that others in the story hear weakly, but don't know what it means. The beautiful thing is that while reading this book, I felt my world ordering itself and making sense. I always feel that with good literature. LIke I have taken a sneak peek at the way things truly operate, at the supernatural underpinnings of the world and having seen it I can go back to daily life with my secret knowlege and be content to know that it means something. At times like that I know that Christianity is real, and that Truth is real and that our "story" really will all make sense in the end.
"For every moment in the present there was a mirror in the future, and another in the past"
Thats only some of the beautiful things this book has to say. I had so many more things underlineds and so many more things that I feel happened for me while I was reading it but to avoid writing a novel myself (which hopefully I actually will do some day) I will leave it at that,. The other super joyous things is that I got this book for 2.50 off a clearence table in Chapters along with " A Trip to the Stars" and they are two of the best books I have ever read. How fortuitous....almost like it was meant to be.....
The book is about David Winkler a man who has a vision of his daughter's death, which he sees himself causeing. This vision causes him to then spends his whole life running to avoid it. It follows the path he takes and the people he meets as well as his eventual journey home. It talks about destiny and family, and love and risk....mostly it talks about snow which I love.
The book covers a lot about love in a sad way. It follows the story of the women who David loved his whole life even though he only spent a few short years with her. It talks about what that means in romantic relationships and also what that means in the context of families. What I love the most is that it poses at the very beginning of the book the question: "Do we chose who we love?" Winkler forsees his wife in a vision that simply unfolds as it should. Rather than taking a cliche stance and saying that everything is predestined it talks about the effort it takes to keep and win love. Winkler woos the woman he loves over the course of several months and it is only through decisions he makes and decisions that she makes that they end up together. I love how Winkler is wiling to fight for love with his daughter who he meets finally again when she is grown woman. He patiently waits it out and sends her subtle messages of love by leaving gifts on her door step. I think that is the part of our world that scares me the most. The fact that people are impatient and give up so easily these days. I believe that love is worth fighting for and definitely worth sticking it out for.
The book also covers the love of a family and how now matter how dysfunctional a family is that there is love and identity that need to come from them. This part of the book especially made me cry. I miss my dad, not because he was perfect, not because if he were here now would he do anything special, or any of the things I need to hear, but simply because he is my dad and that I love him. Following Winklers journey to be reconciled to his daughter was so therapeutic for me. One quote that I loved was " this, perhaps, is how lives are measured, a series of abandonments that we hope beyond reason will eventually be reconciled." and yet another quote by a man who was having a heart attack and finally realized what life was about, "It was about love......this was about family, how blood supercedes death".
My favorite parts of the book where about destiny. Winkler has the gift of premonition and foresees the future and the book covers a lot of the what ifs and ponders why we as humans have the need to KNOW.
One of my favorite quotes is: "why do we let things that have already happened torture us?...but this hasn't happened yet. Those too. The things that have happened and the things that could happen" I love it because it speaks of how we worry and think on and mull, the things that have yet to happen. I know at least for myself that those things in the future weigh a lot heavier on my heart than anything in the past.
The final conclusion the book makes about premonition and thinking on the future is that there is a far greater joy in being suprised by life. In living fully and completely in the present even if you happen to possess the gift of seeing the future. "In memory, in story, in the end, we can remake our lives any way we need. To be suprised, truly, utterly suprised by what came into your life--this Winkler was learning, was the true gift"
The part of the book that makes me ecstatically happy is that the book talks a lot about the part of us that makes us truly unique. It talks about how each of us, like snowflakes are absolutely completely unique and have an indiviudal purpose and role to play. The characters is in this book are fully alive, happy with who they are and excited to be pursuing the tasks that they find joy in. Winkler is obsessed with snow and Nalaayiah a surrogate daughter to him is passionate about bugs.
"It is about getting handed at conception a gift that sets you apart from everyone"
and
"He said all things in nature appeared to have a key--invisible to us--inside of them that contained the blueprint for their exterior, for what they were. ..Kepler went so far as to call this the soul."
and
"He was far from discouraged; indeed, Winkler felt he was at the cusp of something, a discovery, a lesson he profoundly needed to learn. Inside him things were unlocking, thawing or clarifying"
The book also talks about getting lost, and then the joy of finding life again. Winkler is plagued with guilt over possibly killing his daughter and then his subsequent abandonment of his family. I loved one quote in particular which reminded me so much of my clients who are all lost in some way and fleeing some horrible reality that is too hard to face.
"And this feeling, permeating every waking minute, that he had made too many wrong decisions"
And
"Rescuing was not a thing, he knew, that should happen to him"
The book talks about forgiveness too and it uses snow as a picture for it which I love seeing how Christians use the image of us beign "washed as white as snow"
"The way we feel as if the more it falls, the more we are forgiven"
Lastly, it talks about order and how things in the world have an order to them, a symmetry, a beauty. At one point he refers to a covergence of events that he saw happening well before they occured as a song, something that others in the story hear weakly, but don't know what it means. The beautiful thing is that while reading this book, I felt my world ordering itself and making sense. I always feel that with good literature. LIke I have taken a sneak peek at the way things truly operate, at the supernatural underpinnings of the world and having seen it I can go back to daily life with my secret knowlege and be content to know that it means something. At times like that I know that Christianity is real, and that Truth is real and that our "story" really will all make sense in the end.
"For every moment in the present there was a mirror in the future, and another in the past"
Thats only some of the beautiful things this book has to say. I had so many more things underlineds and so many more things that I feel happened for me while I was reading it but to avoid writing a novel myself (which hopefully I actually will do some day) I will leave it at that,. The other super joyous things is that I got this book for 2.50 off a clearence table in Chapters along with " A Trip to the Stars" and they are two of the best books I have ever read. How fortuitous....almost like it was meant to be.....
October 23, 2017
Having read All The Light We Cannot See and, like many, thinking it was beautiful, I picked up the authors debut with high expectations. Conversely, I just couldn’t enjoy this one. What made Doerrs’ writing so captivating in his Pulitzer Prize winning book just didn’t work here. It was overly descriptive and by forty percent in I was getting frustrated with the lack of plot development.
It’s very, very rare that one author can divide me so much. I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend All The Light We Cannot See but couldn’t say the same for this. The problem is when an author has a book so successful all his other works fall under the same critique. I didn’t love this, I’m afraid, although I appreciate it’s a novel concept for a book. Doerr is a gifted writer and master of imagination but it seems he didn’t find his feet, writing wise, until after this book was done and dusted.
It’s very, very rare that one author can divide me so much. I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend All The Light We Cannot See but couldn’t say the same for this. The problem is when an author has a book so successful all his other works fall under the same critique. I didn’t love this, I’m afraid, although I appreciate it’s a novel concept for a book. Doerr is a gifted writer and master of imagination but it seems he didn’t find his feet, writing wise, until after this book was done and dusted.
September 13, 2021
About Grace was my first reading experience of Anthony doerr's books and sadly it was a bit of an underwhelming read. Some parts of it was good and I could see he is a talented writer, but neither the story or characters stranded out for me. Might still read something else by him though before I decide if he's an author for me or not
October 1, 2008
One of my favorite books. The charachter Mr Winkler often is in my thoughts. It is a story of remorse, of growth, of change, and of love. I recommend this to anyone. The text is beautifully written. The characters are deeply defined. I loved every word, and was so sad to see the end.
December 28, 2020
Šie metai buvo puikūs, todėl jog paėmiau į rankas tokius kūrinius, kurie man neleido abejoti, jog aš skaitysiu ir kitus to autoriaus darbus. Barnes, Nobokov, Coetzee, dabar ir Doerr - neabejotinai nebus apribotas vienintele perskaityta istorija.
Ir iš tikro net nesinori daugžodžiauti čia, kai Doerr tekstas buvo toks preciziškas. Apskritai jaučiu - jog kūriniai, kurie labiausiai susilieja su manimi, kurie norėtum, jog būtų tavo atsipindys - apsirašo sunkiausiai. Greičiausiai - nes juos kažkokiu būdu tu perskaitai ne tik akimis ir pirštais verčiant puslapius, bet labiau jau pasineri į kažkokį asmenišką susitikimą, nežinau ar su autorium, ar jo herojais, bet kažkas truputį mistiško įvyksta. Kartais tu skaitai gerą kūrinį ir matai kaip meistriškai viskas atlikta, pastebi atskiras detales, struktūrą, gali išskirti stipriąsias autoriaus puses, o Malonės Sniegas štai atrodė neturintis paskirų dalių, neišnarstomas; panėriau į tekstą ir net nepastebėjau, kaip susiliejau su visuma.
Ir galėčiau papasakoti apie turinį, ar apie rašymo stilių, bet netikiu, kad sugebėčiau perduoti jausmą, kuris aplankė skaitant knygą. Čia buvo mudviejų jungtis, sąjunga, pokalbis, ir nors vis dar norėčiau pasakyti apie kūrinį daugiau, nei man žiauriai patiko - niekaip nepavyksta.
Na tiesiog, jei reikėtų kažkokios knygos, kaip savo literatūrinio skonio vizitinės kortelės, tai šitą tikrai norėčiau palikti, jog žmonės pažvelgę į ją, apie mane pagalvotų.
Va šitiek mažai papasakojau apie patį Malonės Sniegą (realiai tai nieko), bet aš tikrai neabejoju, jog kiekvienam, skaičiusiam šitai - aš linkiu ją perskaityti.
Ir iš tikro net nesinori daugžodžiauti čia, kai Doerr tekstas buvo toks preciziškas. Apskritai jaučiu - jog kūriniai, kurie labiausiai susilieja su manimi, kurie norėtum, jog būtų tavo atsipindys - apsirašo sunkiausiai. Greičiausiai - nes juos kažkokiu būdu tu perskaitai ne tik akimis ir pirštais verčiant puslapius, bet labiau jau pasineri į kažkokį asmenišką susitikimą, nežinau ar su autorium, ar jo herojais, bet kažkas truputį mistiško įvyksta. Kartais tu skaitai gerą kūrinį ir matai kaip meistriškai viskas atlikta, pastebi atskiras detales, struktūrą, gali išskirti stipriąsias autoriaus puses, o Malonės Sniegas štai atrodė neturintis paskirų dalių, neišnarstomas; panėriau į tekstą ir net nepastebėjau, kaip susiliejau su visuma.
Ir galėčiau papasakoti apie turinį, ar apie rašymo stilių, bet netikiu, kad sugebėčiau perduoti jausmą, kuris aplankė skaitant knygą. Čia buvo mudviejų jungtis, sąjunga, pokalbis, ir nors vis dar norėčiau pasakyti apie kūrinį daugiau, nei man žiauriai patiko - niekaip nepavyksta.
Na tiesiog, jei reikėtų kažkokios knygos, kaip savo literatūrinio skonio vizitinės kortelės, tai šitą tikrai norėčiau palikti, jog žmonės pažvelgę į ją, apie mane pagalvotų.
Va šitiek mažai papasakojau apie patį Malonės Sniegą (realiai tai nieko), bet aš tikrai neabejoju, jog kiekvienam, skaičiusiam šitai - aš linkiu ją perskaityti.
August 19, 2014
I had finished Doerr's short story collection, Memory Wall, when my Kindle [I was traveling in Alaska] offered me an opportunity to read the first pages of About Grace and I said yes. Then I fell into this book and found it to take me back to some of the best reading I did forty years ago or more. At times Doerr reminded me of the Nabokov of Pnin or the great Bernard Malamud's A New Life; I also thought of Saul Bellow and the neglected Edward Lewis Wallant.
Doerr's protagonist is haunted and driven, hopeful and enduring, hopeless and fragile. He starts out in Anchorage, runs with his lover to Cleveland (where Grace is born). His prescient dreaming sets him into a frenzy of protective madness. He loses his marriage and child, his job as a weatherman, but not the haunted life he has led. All of this is strangely credible, as it must be, to serve as the foundation for what follows, an attempt to live a life apart from all of its foundations.
He is a hydrologist by training -- a specialist in snowflakes -- and scholarly disquisitions about moisture are embedded in the narrative successfully; also, there is a good deal of Alaskan entomology and chill-survival in the book. Further, the major portion of the novel (i.e., post-Cleveland) is set in the Grenadines, on the Caribbean island of St. Vincent. So it is a book of mixed climates, private nightmares, and slow recoveries of strength. It was a generous reading experience: more and more detail, fascinating inhabitation of a good man's troubled mind, and a series of friendships and rescues that address the trust needed for any long-term recovery from despair or fate or both.
My strong recommendation follows from this evidence: I could have read this book all the way to Alaska, then to Cleveland, to St. Vincent, and back to Alaska again. Twice. And now I move on to another book by Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See.
Doerr's protagonist is haunted and driven, hopeful and enduring, hopeless and fragile. He starts out in Anchorage, runs with his lover to Cleveland (where Grace is born). His prescient dreaming sets him into a frenzy of protective madness. He loses his marriage and child, his job as a weatherman, but not the haunted life he has led. All of this is strangely credible, as it must be, to serve as the foundation for what follows, an attempt to live a life apart from all of its foundations.
He is a hydrologist by training -- a specialist in snowflakes -- and scholarly disquisitions about moisture are embedded in the narrative successfully; also, there is a good deal of Alaskan entomology and chill-survival in the book. Further, the major portion of the novel (i.e., post-Cleveland) is set in the Grenadines, on the Caribbean island of St. Vincent. So it is a book of mixed climates, private nightmares, and slow recoveries of strength. It was a generous reading experience: more and more detail, fascinating inhabitation of a good man's troubled mind, and a series of friendships and rescues that address the trust needed for any long-term recovery from despair or fate or both.
My strong recommendation follows from this evidence: I could have read this book all the way to Alaska, then to Cleveland, to St. Vincent, and back to Alaska again. Twice. And now I move on to another book by Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See.
August 19, 2021
„Despre Grace”
Anthony Doerr 2,5/5
Poate să îmi spună Papa de la Roma, Marele Vizir și Padișahul lumii că această carte este despre Grace, că nu e așa. Cartea asta este despre orice, numai despre Grace nu e. Ea e ceva abstract, o frică, un copil abandonat, o femeie matură, o mamă solitară. Mă supără titlurile care nu au nici o legătură cu subiectul, dar este folosit de dragul sonorității. Lame!
Dar să revenim la subiectul adevărat al acestui roman de debut, al scriitorului american, Anthony Doerr. Povestea ne relatează viața unui hidrolog îndrăgostit de apă și fulgii de nea, care se căsătorește cu femeia pe care a văzut-o în vis, face un copil frumos, însă, din cauza darului său, sau mai bine zis, al blestemului pe care îl are, unele vise sunt profetice. Acesta își abandonează căminul, de frică să nu se îndeplinească acel vis în care apare Grace.
Anii de refugiu în America Latină îl macină, a pierdut complet legătura cu familia sa, oamenii care îl înconjoară încearcă să-l încurajeze pentru ca acesta să revină acasă, acolo unde, poate că încă îl așteaptă soția și copilul său. Pun pariu că aveți impresia că această lectură poate stoarce lacrimi. Well, nu a făcut-o, și aș vrea să îi acord câteva întrebări autorului!
Dragă scriitor, am și eu câteva întrebări: Cum să pleci din casă, să lași totul în spate, fără să explici sau să încerci să rezolvi această problemă cu cea cărei i-ai promis să-i fii alături la bine și la greu; Cum să treacă peste douăzeci de ani până prinzi tu curaj să mergi acasă, și să speri că ele încă te așteaptă; De ce în 3 decenii să ne oferi un personaj care are doar câteva vise, unele care așa și nu au devenit realitate, și să te aștepți de la noi să credem că David (eroul nostru) are vreo problemă legată de vise, știți câte vise am visat eu care s-au îndeplinit?; De ce doar câte un vis pentru fiecare om îndrăgit?; Cum să ai o idee atât de bună pentru roman, și să-l spargi de foi atât de neîndemânatic?
Cartea se citește ușor, nu am întâmpinat momente de plictiseală, dar momentele astea de lapsuri în istorie sau naivități cu duiumul, mă fac să cred că cineva trebuia să cerceteze un pic mai mult cazurile legate de abandon voit, de spiritism (sunt atâtea filme de unde ar fi putut să se inspire), de vise și profeții. Știți momentul cela când cineva începe să-ți povestească ceva interesant și altcineva sau altceva vă întrerupe, și nu-i mai afli sensul sau deznodământul? Despre asta zic. Dar, eu sunt vinovată. Așteptările mele au fost prea mari.
Ca ultimă idee, nu este cea mai rea sau proastă carte citită, de departe nu este așa, dar m-a dezamăgit cumplit desfășurarea subiectului și caracterele unor personaje. Pe mine nu m-a convins domnul scriitor, nu a reușit să-mi „vândă” creația.
#despregrace #anthonydoerr #foxbooks #recenziecarte #humanitas #oleacădegeabaamcitit
Anthony Doerr 2,5/5
Poate să îmi spună Papa de la Roma, Marele Vizir și Padișahul lumii că această carte este despre Grace, că nu e așa. Cartea asta este despre orice, numai despre Grace nu e. Ea e ceva abstract, o frică, un copil abandonat, o femeie matură, o mamă solitară. Mă supără titlurile care nu au nici o legătură cu subiectul, dar este folosit de dragul sonorității. Lame!
Dar să revenim la subiectul adevărat al acestui roman de debut, al scriitorului american, Anthony Doerr. Povestea ne relatează viața unui hidrolog îndrăgostit de apă și fulgii de nea, care se căsătorește cu femeia pe care a văzut-o în vis, face un copil frumos, însă, din cauza darului său, sau mai bine zis, al blestemului pe care îl are, unele vise sunt profetice. Acesta își abandonează căminul, de frică să nu se îndeplinească acel vis în care apare Grace.
Anii de refugiu în America Latină îl macină, a pierdut complet legătura cu familia sa, oamenii care îl înconjoară încearcă să-l încurajeze pentru ca acesta să revină acasă, acolo unde, poate că încă îl așteaptă soția și copilul său. Pun pariu că aveți impresia că această lectură poate stoarce lacrimi. Well, nu a făcut-o, și aș vrea să îi acord câteva întrebări autorului!
Dragă scriitor, am și eu câteva întrebări: Cum să pleci din casă, să lași totul în spate, fără să explici sau să încerci să rezolvi această problemă cu cea cărei i-ai promis să-i fii alături la bine și la greu; Cum să treacă peste douăzeci de ani până prinzi tu curaj să mergi acasă, și să speri că ele încă te așteaptă; De ce în 3 decenii să ne oferi un personaj care are doar câteva vise, unele care așa și nu au devenit realitate, și să te aștepți de la noi să credem că David (eroul nostru) are vreo problemă legată de vise, știți câte vise am visat eu care s-au îndeplinit?; De ce doar câte un vis pentru fiecare om îndrăgit?; Cum să ai o idee atât de bună pentru roman, și să-l spargi de foi atât de neîndemânatic?
Cartea se citește ușor, nu am întâmpinat momente de plictiseală, dar momentele astea de lapsuri în istorie sau naivități cu duiumul, mă fac să cred că cineva trebuia să cerceteze un pic mai mult cazurile legate de abandon voit, de spiritism (sunt atâtea filme de unde ar fi putut să se inspire), de vise și profeții. Știți momentul cela când cineva începe să-ți povestească ceva interesant și altcineva sau altceva vă întrerupe, și nu-i mai afli sensul sau deznodământul? Despre asta zic. Dar, eu sunt vinovată. Așteptările mele au fost prea mari.
Ca ultimă idee, nu este cea mai rea sau proastă carte citită, de departe nu este așa, dar m-a dezamăgit cumplit desfășurarea subiectului și caracterele unor personaje. Pe mine nu m-a convins domnul scriitor, nu a reușit să-mi „vândă” creația.
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May 27, 2018
I am not exactly sure why I struggled to get into this novel, but I really did. It was as if I was watching the story through the wrong end of the telescope, or as if there was a dense fog between me and the characters. Or maybe it was a sort of veil that muted their voice, a veil created by the author trying just a bit too hard to write a literary novel rather than to tell a story. The protagonist periodically has a dream that is replicated exactly in reality in subsequent days. When the events are tragic, he seems to have some guilt over not preventing what happened. But, isn’t the future immutable? And what do his dreams say about the nature of time. Of course, these themes are not developed. Rather, it is the nature of family and paternal love that is taken up when he has a recurring dream that his infant daughter will die in his arms as he tries to rescue her from flooding streets. When weather forecasts predict a severe flood in his neighborhood, he becomes erratic in his panic, finally running away from home to a Caribbean Island. Twenty-five years later, he sets out to discover if his daughter and her mother are alive and if it is not too late to reconnect. This novel had abundant opportunity for strong emotions which the author pointed at, but never enabled me to feel. Too many interactions and relationships struck me as incomprehensibly strange, too many sudden shifts and too many convenient coincidences. I am glad I read his Pulitzer Prize winning novel prior to this one because I might have passed on that amazing book had this been my first introduction to Doerr.
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