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Blue Nights de Joan Didion

Blue Nights

Autor Joan Didion
en Limba Engleză Hardback – noi 2011

Există momente în viață când lumina pare să zăbovească mai mult pe cer, un fenomen pe care Joan Didion îl numește „nopți albastre” — acele ore lungi de amurg care preced solstițiul de vară. Apreciem acest volum nu doar ca pe o cronică a durerii, ci ca pe o analiză lucidă a fragilității umane, scrisă în acele momente în care reflexia asupra trecutului devine inevitabilă. Cartea pornește de la o dată precisă, 26 iulie 2010, aniversarea nunții fiicei sale, eveniment care declanșează o serie de amintiri fragmentate din Malibu sau Brentwood, transformându-se rapid într-o meditație profundă despre pierderea lui Quintana Roo.

Ca și The Year of Magical Thinking, acest volum pune accent pe procesarea pierderii și pe vulnerabilitatea extremă a individului, dar cu un stil propriu de o onestitate tăioasă, aproape clinică, îndreptată spre sine. Dacă în lucrările anterioare, precum Play It As It Lays, Didion diseca societatea americană cu o detașare cinică, în Blue Nights ea își întoarce bisturiul spre propriile temeri legate de bătrânețe și de rolul de mamă. Reținem interogațiile dureroase despre semnele ignorate în creșterea copilului și despre acea barieră de necunoscut care rămâne mereu între părinte și fiică. Ritmul este unul melancolic, dar precis, oferind o perspectivă rară asupra modului în care acceptăm (sau refuzăm să acceptăm) declinul fizic și emoțional.

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ISBN-13: 9780307267672
ISBN-10: 0307267679
Pagini: 208
Dimensiuni: 141 x 207 x 25 mm
Greutate: 0.32 kg
Editura: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Locul publicării:New York, NY

De ce să citești această carte

Recomandăm această carte celor care caută o explorare onestă și lipsită de sentimentalism a doliului și a procesului de îmbătrânire. Cititorul câștigă o perspectivă profundă asupra complexității relației părinte-copil și a modului în care memoria ne modelează prezentul. Este un volum esențial pentru oricine apreciază proza de o claritate rară, care transformă experiența personală în literatură universală.

Despre autor

Joan Didion (1934–2021) a fost o figură emblematică a literaturii americane, renumită pentru eseurile sale care au definit contracultura anilor '60 și '70. Cariera sa a debutat la revista Vogue și a evoluat spre o analiză percutantă a retoricii sociale și politice. A fost distinsă cu National Book Award pentru The Year of Magical Thinking și a primit National Medal of Arts de la președintele Barack Obama în 2013. Opera sa, care include romane, scenarii și memorii, rămâne un etalon al stilului jurnalistic personal și al eleganței intelectuale.

Notă biografică

Joan Didion was born in Sacramento, California, and now lives in New York City. She is the author of five novels and eight previous books of nonfiction. Her collected nonfiction, We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live, was published by Everyman's Library in 2006.

Extras

In certain latitudes there comes a span of time approaching and following the summer solstice, some weeks in all, when the twilights turn long and blue. This period of the blue nights does not occur in subtropical California, where I lived for much of the time I will be talking about here and where the end of daylight is fast and lost in the blaze of the dropping sun, but it does occur in New York, where I now live. You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the color blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone. This book is called “Blue Nights” because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days, the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness.

Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.

Descriere scurtă

From one of our most powerful writers, a work of stunning frankness about losing a daughter. Richly textured with bits of her own childhood and married life with her husband, John Gregory Dunne, and daughter, Quintana Roo, this new book by Joan Didion examines her thoughts, fears, and doubts regarding having children, illness, and growing old.
 
Blue Nights opens on July 26, 2010, as Didion thinks back to Quintana’s wedding in New York seven years before. Today would be her wedding anniversary. This fact triggers vivid snapshots of Quintana’s childhood—in Malibu, in Brentwood, at school in Holmby Hills. Reflecting on her daughter but also on her role as a parent, Didion asks the candid questions any parent might about how she feels she failed either because cues were not taken or perhaps displaced. “How could I have missed what was clearly there to be seen?” Finally, perhaps we all remain unknown to each other. Seamlessly woven in are incidents Didion sees as underscoring her own age, something she finds hard to acknowledge, much less accept.
 
Blue Nights—the long, light evening hours that signal the summer solstice, “the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but also its warning”—like The Year of Magical Thinking before it, is an iconic book of incisive and electric honesty, haunting and profoundly moving.

Recenzii

“A haunting memoir . . . Didion is, to my mind, the best living essayist in America . . . What appears on the surface to be an elegantly, intelligently, deeply felt, precisely written story of the loss of a beloved child is actually an elegantly, intelligently, deeply felt, precisely written glimpse into the abyss, a book that forces us to understand, to admit, that there can be no preparation for tragedy, no protection from it, and so, finally, no consolation . . . The book has . . . an incantatory quality: it is a beautiful, soaring, polyphonic eulogy, a beseeching prayer the is sung even as one knows the answer to one’s plea, and that answer is: No.”
—Cathleen Schine, The New York Review of Books
 
“Blue Nights, though as elegantly written as one would expect, is rawer than its predecessor, the ‘impenetrable polish’ of former, better days now chipped and scratched. The author as she presents herself here, aging and baffled, is defenseless against the pain of loss, not only the loss of loved ones but the loss that is yet to come: the loss, that is, of selfhood. The book will be another huge success . . . Certainly as a testament of suffering nobly borne, which is what it will be generally taken for, it is exemplary. However, it is most profound, and most provocative, at another level, the level at which the author comes fully to realize, and to face squarely, the dismaying fact that against life’s worst onslaughts nothing avails, not even art; especially not art.”
—John Banville, The New York Times Book Review
 
"The marvel of Blue Nights is that its 76-year-old, matchstick-frail author has found the strength to articulate her deepest fears—which are fears we can all relate to."
—Heller McAlpin, The Wasthington Post

The Week magazine's 5 Best Non-Fiction Books of 2011

“The master of American prose turns her sharp eye on her own family once again in this breathtaking follow-up to The Year of Magical Thinking. With harrowing honesty and mesmerizing style, Didion chronicles the tragic death of her daughter, Quintana, interwoven with memories of their happier days together and Didion’s own meditations on aging.”
—Malcolm Jones and Lucas Wittmann, Newsweek
 
“A searing memoir”
—People
 
“Darkly riveting . . . The cumulative effect of watching her finger her recollections like beads on a rosary is unexpectedly instructive. None of us can escape death, but Blue Nights shows how Didion has, with the devastating force of her penetrating mind, learned to simply abide.”
—Louisa Kamps, Elle

“A scalpel-sharp memoir of motherhood and loss . . . Now coping with not only grief and regret but also illness and age, Didion is courageous in both her candor and artistry, ensuring that this infinitely sad yet beguiling book of distilled reflections and remembrance is graceful and illuminating in its blue musings.”
—Donna Seaman, Booklist

"Brilliant...Nothing Didion has written since Play It As It Lays seems to me as right and true as Blue Nights. Nothing she has written seems as purposeful and urgent to be told."
—Joe Woodward, Huffington Post

 “[Didion] often finds captivating, unparalleled grooves. Her expansive thinking…is particularly striking.”
            —The A. V. Club

“The reader only senses how intimately she understands her instrument. Her sentences are unquestionably taut, rhythmic and precise.”
                —Time Out NY

"A searing, incisive look at grief and loss by one of the most celebrated memoirists of our time."
—Relevant Magazine

 "Both Fascinating and heartbreaking."
—Marie Claire

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From one of our most powerful writers, a work of stunning frankness about losing a daughter.