Friday 7 December 2007 photo 1/2
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"But now I can no longer think what purpose would be served if, say, I tried to persuade my reader, by direct or indirect means, that Robbie Turner died of septicaemia at Bray Dunes on 1 June 1940, or that Cecilia was killed in September of the same year by the bomb that destroyed Balham Underground station. That I never saw them in that year. That my walk across London ended in the church on Clapham Common, and that a cowardly Briony limped back to the hospital, unable to confront her recently bereaved sister. That the letters the lovers wrote are in the archives of the War Museum. How could that consitute an ending? What sense or hope or satisfaction could a reader draw from such an account? Who would want to believe that they never met again, never fulfilled their love? Who would want to believe that except in the service of the bleakest realism?" "But what really happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish. As long as there is a single copy, a solitary typescript of my final draft, then my spontaneous, fortuitous sister and her medical prince survive to love."
Annons
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HelenaVengeance
Sat 8 Dec 2007 13:58
aha! nu såg jag att det var till moi! asså hon är ju mrs psycho herself!
FluffyRose
Sat 8 Dec 2007 13:59
japp, men boken är underbar. lite synd att den slutar sorgligt bara, men det är ju realistisk ändå.
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