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Amintire

“The facts about John Huff aged twelve are simple and soon stated. He could pathfind more trails than any Choctaw or Cherokee since time began, could leap from the sky like a chimpanzee from a vine, could live underwater two minutes and slide fifty yards downstream from where you last saw him. The baseballs you pitched him he hit in the apple trees, knocking down harvests. He could jump six-foot orchard walls, swing up branches faster and come down,fat with peaches, quicker than anyone else in the gang. He ran laughing. He sat easy. He was not a bully. He was kind. His hair was dark and curly and his teeth were white as cream. He remembered the words to all the cowboy songs and would teach you if you asked. He knew the names of all the wild flowers and when the moon would rise and set and when the tides came in or out. He was, in fact, the only god living in the whole of Green Town, Illinois, during the twentieth century that Douglas Spaulding knew of.
And right now he and Douglas were hiking out beyond town on another warm and marble-round day, the sky blue blown-glass reaching high, the creeks bright with mirror waters fanning over white stones. It was a day as perfect as the flame of a candle.” (Dandelion Wine - Ray Bradbury)

Mi-am adus aminte de pasajul asta. De fapt doar inceputul “The facts about John Huff aged twelve are simple and soon stated. He could…”
Si o data cu pasajul mi-am adus aminte de placerea cu care am citit cartea aceea (cred ca au trecut vreo zece ani). De senzatii…

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Testamentul francez

Testamentul francez - Andrei Makine

O carte despre o bunica frantuzoaica ajunsa prin voia sortii in Siberia si despre nepotul ei (alter-ego-ul autorului) emigrant din Uniunea Sovietica in Franta.
Nu este o carte rea. De fapt este chiar o carte foarte buna, pe alocuri. Patetica uneori, inteleapta alteori, cu un umor subtil in alte fragmente.
Cam cum ar trebui s fie o carte despre o bunica franceza, in opozitie cu babustiile ruse: tandra, calma, inteligenta.

Cum spune si blurbul editorial: “Meditatie tulburatoare asupra libertatii individului, violentei totalitarismului, depersonalizarii si de-responsabilizarii, romanul este, totodata, un emotionant elogiu adus misterului naturii siberiene, rafinamentului limbii si civilizatiei franceze, literaturii, spiritualitatii si, nu in ultimul rind, cartii.”

Poate tocmai de aceasta nu mi-a placut atat de mult (nu simt nevoia sa o recitesc). Prea mare gama de subiecte abordate, intr-o cartulie de 300 de pagini. Fara un fir director obsesiv. Mi se pare a fi genul de carte scrisa special ca sa placa publicului. Si a placut, intr-adevar, obtinand cele mai mari doua premii literare franceze: Goncourt si Medicis. Am avut impresia (gandindu-ma la ea dupa ce am citit-o) ca filonul emotional este un pic cam artificial, ghidat.
Pe de alta parte are un inceput foarte bun. Dar pe de cealalta, nu mi-a placut partea finala.

In fine, un roman amestecat.

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