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The Little Friend de Donna Tartt

The Little Friend: Bloomsbury Paperbacks

Autor Donna Tartt
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 6 iun 2005

Descoperim în The Little Friend un hibrid literar fascinant care subversează convențiile romanului polițist tradițional. Deși premisa sugerează o investigație — căutarea asasinului care, cu doisprezece ani în urmă, l-a lăsat pe micul Robin Cleve Dufresnes spânzurat de un copac în propria curte — Donna Tartt transformă această căutare într-o meditație densă despre sfârșitul copilăriei. Remarcăm cum misterul devine un pretext pentru a explora atmosfera stagnantă și opresivă din Mississippi, unde timpul pare să se fi oprit în loc odată cu tragedia familiei Cleve.

Forța narativă a lui John Hart din The Last Child se combină aici cu sensibilitatea psihologică și atenția pentru detaliu specifică stilului lui Tartt, dar cu un glas propriu, mult mai contemplativ și visceral. Dacă în The Secret History autoarea analiza elitismul academic și vinovăția intelectuală, în acest al doilea roman ea coboară în profunzimile mizeriei umane și ale barierelor sociale rigide. Considerăm că această lucrare ocupă un loc central în opera sa, făcând trecerea de la precizia rece a debutului către complexitatea simbolică pe care o vom regăsi ulterior în The Goldfinch.

Perspectiva lui Harriet, o protagonistă „insuportabil de determinată”, oferă lecturii un ritm aparte: nu este graba unui thriller contemporan, ci acumularea lentă a unei tensiuni de vară toridă. Influențată de scrierile lui Stevenson, ea privește realitatea dură a orașului Alexandria prin lentila distorsionată a eroismului literar, ceea ce conferă cărții o aură de basm întunecat, lipsit de consolare, dar plin de o umanitate debordantă.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780747573647
ISBN-10: 0747573646
Pagini: 555
Dimensiuni: 128 x 196 x 48 mm
Greutate: 0.4 kg
Editura: Bloomsbury Publishing
Colecția Bloomsbury Paperbacks
Seria Bloomsbury Paperbacks

Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom

De ce să citești această carte

Pentru cititorul care caută mai mult decât o simplă rezolvare a unei crime, acest roman oferă o imersiune totală în atmosfera Sudului american. Câștigi o poveste despre curaj și obsesie, scrisă cu o eleganță rară. Este recomandarea noastră pentru cei care apreciază proza bogată, de tip dickensian, unde decorul și psihologia personajelor sunt la fel de importante ca intriga propriu-zisă.

Despre autor

Donna Tartt (născută în 1963) este o scriitoare americană de renume, a cărei carieră este marcată de o rară meticulozitate, publicând doar trei romane în decurs de trei decenii. Debutul său, The Secret History, a devenit rapid un clasic modern, în timp ce al treilea roman, The Goldfinch, i-a adus Premiul Pulitzer pentru Ficțiune în 2014. The Little Friend, publicat în 2002, a confirmat talentul său prodigios, fiind recompensat cu WH Smith Literary Award. Stilul său este caracterizat prin erudiție, construcție minuțioasă a personajelor și o capacitate unică de a evoca spații și epoci trecute.

Descriere

A follow up to the "The Secret History".

Twelve-year-old Harriet is doing her best to grow up, which is not easy as her mother is permanently on medication, her father has silently moved to another city, and her serene sister rarely notices anything. All of them are still suffering from the shocking and mysterious death of her brother Robin twelve years earlier, and it seems to Harriet that the family may never recover. So, inspired by Captain Scott, Houdini, and Robert Louis Stevenson, she sets out with her only friend Hely to find Robin's murderer and punish him.

But what starts out as a child's game soon becomes a dark and dangerous journey into the menacing underworld of a small Mississippi town.

Recenzii

'In a literary age of diet and dearth, Tartt invites us to feast ... the opening tragedy strikes a note of rich, flamboyant Southern Gothic that resonates throughout'
'You will rarely have read better ... Because of Tartt's mastery of suspense, this book will grip readers all the way through to its bitter end'
'Tartt's grip on this billowing plot is glue-like and her ability to evoke the Deep South of last century exceptional ... excellent, enthralling'
'Destined to become a special kind of classic - a book that precocious young readers pluck from their parents' shelves and devour with surreptitious eagerness, thrilled to discover a writer who seems at once to read their minds and to offer up the sweet-and-sour fruits of exotic, forbidden knowledge'

Notă biografică

Donna Tartt is a novelist, essayist, and critic. The Secret History has been translated into twenty-four languages and is
available in hardcover from Knopf.

Extras

For the rest of her life, Charlotte Cleve would blame herself for her son’s death because she had decided to have the Mother’s Day dinner at six in the evening instead of noon, after church, which is when the Cleves usually had it. Dissatisfaction had been expressed by the elder Cleves at the new arrangement; and while this mainly had to do with suspicion of innovation, on principle, Charlotte felt that she should have paid attention to the undercurrent of grumbling, that it had been a slight but ominous warning of what was to come; a warning which, though obscure even in hindsight, was perhaps as good as any we can ever hope to receive in this life.

Though the Cleves loved to recount among themselves even the minor events of their family history–repeating word for word, with stylized narrative and rhetorical interruptions, entire death-bed scenes, or marriage proposals that had occurred a hundred years before–the events of this terrible Mother’s Day were never discussed. They were not discussed even in covert groups of two, brought together by a long car trip or by insomnia in a late-night kitchen; and this was unusual, because these family discussions were how the Cleves made sense of the world. Even the cruelest and most random disasters–the death, by fire, of one of Charlotte’s infant cousins; the hunting accident in which Charlotte’s uncle had died while she was still in grammar school–were constantly rehearsed among them, her grandmother’s gentle voice and her mother’s stern one merging harmoniously with her grandfather’s baritone and the babble of her aunts, and certain ornamental bits, improvised by daring soloists, eagerly seized upon and elaborated by the chorus, until finally, by group effort, they arrived together at a single song; a song which was then memorized, and sung by the entire company again and again, which slowly eroded memory and came to take the place of truth: the angry fireman, failing in his efforts to resuscitate the tiny body, transmuted sweetly into a weeping one; the moping bird dog, puzzled for several weeks by her master’s death, recast as the grief-stricken Queenie of family legend, who searched relentlessly for her beloved throughout the house and howled, inconsolable, in her pen all night; who barked in joyous welcome whenever the dear ghost approached in the yard, a ghost that only she could perceive. “Dogs can see things that we can’t,” Charlotte’s aunt Tat always intoned, on cue, at the proper moment in the story. She was something of a mystic and the ghost was her innovation.

But Robin: their dear little Robs. More than ten years later, his death remained an agony; there was no glossing any detail; its horror was not subject to repair or permutation by any of the narrative devices that the Cleves knew. And–since this willful amnesia had kept Robin’s death from being translated into that sweet old family vernacular which smoothed even the bitterest mysteries into comfortable, comprehensible form–the memory of that day’s events had a chaotic, fragmented quality, bright mirror-shards of nightmare which flared at the smell of wisteria, the creaking of a clothes-line, a certain stormy cast of spring light.


From the Hardcover edition.