Title: The Rain Before It Falls Author: Jonathan Coe
Publisher: Feltrinelli Pp 222 E.
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On a hot summer night Pescara is home to the writer Jonathan Coe and his latest work "The rain before it falls."
England, Shropshire.
Mrs. Rosamond is found dead in his house, holding a microphone while listening to a record "any" standing next to an old photo album.
Before dying old woman recorded on audio cassettes. Remains a beautiful memory of her last will and that, in addition to leaving some of its assets to a mysterious woman named Imogen, investing her niece, Gill, the task of searching and finding this woman and to surrender the tapes.
Gill wonders who could be Imogen and digging into his memory resurfaces, from a remote past, the meeting took place with the woman more than 23 years ago.
Imogen was a child and then had a peculiarity: he was blind.
searches are futile and disastrous and Gill do is to just listen to the tapes.
When the tape starts to turn what is heard is the voice of Rosamond Imogen that is aimed at describing in detail the photographs, but not any of the photographs: they are those that "tie up" the source of existences spent capturing the essence of past periods that accompany the imagination to distant lands, forgotten by the common consciousness. But why
the old lady describes those pictures of a mysterious woman?
A harsh truth and concrete comes out gradually. It turns out the destinies of others until solidified in scoring exploits and torments. It is revealed that an unknown belongs to the family of Gill, a reality where the warmth could turn into a fire arsonist or downsize forever in a small flame that consumes so long and exhausting. So
and Rosamond tells her "becoming" over time is tracked by both the description of the photographs is from the evolution of her words which give the listener / reader invasions emotional that she suffers from breaking their expectations. The loves and the bonds of blood change "life inside" and not the left but watch the descent of loved ones to the human crisis and existential disaster.
The stories continue up to lead to the discovery of the icy and terrifying because of the blindness of Imogen. Figure
initial Rosamond's narrative is her cousin Beatrix, by which since childhood had established a special union. Beatrix
suffers from a young age and without the shaky relationship than he had with his mother, who showed impatience often unjustified and inexplicable inevitable.
The request for attention from her daughter becomes a moment that is veiled and almost imperceptible its concreteness in an escape attempt by Beatrix night, still a child, along with Rosamond. The flight is a silent cry that crumbles before the discovery - by Beatrix hoped - and that definitely is stifled because of an incident years later that the flight: the death of the mother dog, Bonaparte. This, while taking a lead from Beatrix, will flee toward the horizon and disappear forever. The girl will never be forgiven by his mother and the feelings of anger and disappointment of Beatrix, then repressed, will return to the surface so raw and unforgiving setting off a domino of failures and sufferings. In turn, Beatrix will cause grief for his daughter, Thea, turning from victim in executioner. An all-female
novel where the writer at times and other charms of a sculptor takes his clothes from a square block that creates a true "picture of life."
The images that she describes through pictures, memories are streams that flow naturally, without forcing the historical memory of the perceptions of the soul. They follow the instinct of feeling understood as souvenirs existence collecting the poetry of a life told through the eyes of a fragile little soul which includes contaminated Rosamond allowed to grow free of suffering and being afraid.
At the end there are tears, those of Rosamond, those visible and of his soul that enclose all the tears of "women in his life."
With the death of Rosamond - wanted by herself - closes a circle. People who have made the woman's life will be lost in the air like so many dry leaves, and there will be nobody to remember them because they will fly away with even Rosamond.
Then the leaves fall to the ground will be raked and shoveled into a bonfire. And that's how Jonathan Coe opens his novel with shoveling a pile of dry leaves in a bonfire in the garden of Gill, then the phone will ring and announce a death, that of Rosamond.
With this book, the writer enters the game and talks about women and generations. Describes their feelings in constant evolution. The novel moves to the end, each character finds his place in the world even if undeserved, each character has in common the difficulty in giving love and suffering to know to have received little. The estimate that should exist between mother and daughter disappears in a sea of \u200b\u200bdisappointments. This storm of feelings is told with elegance and sophistication by the author, that after so many novels like "The Rotters' Club" and "The Closed Circle" changes style and goes into the mysterious and hysterical world of women, relegating the male universe to a thin black shadow. The English writer, born in Birmingham in 1961, marks his return and do it in style British: elegant and exquisitely polite human being.
England, Shropshire.
Mrs. Rosamond is found dead in his house, holding a microphone while listening to a record "any" standing next to an old photo album.
Before dying old woman recorded on audio cassettes. Remains a beautiful memory of her last will and that, in addition to leaving some of its assets to a mysterious woman named Imogen, investing her niece, Gill, the task of searching and finding this woman and to surrender the tapes.
Gill wonders who could be Imogen and digging into his memory resurfaces, from a remote past, the meeting took place with the woman more than 23 years ago.
Imogen was a child and then had a peculiarity: he was blind.
searches are futile and disastrous and Gill do is to just listen to the tapes.
When the tape starts to turn what is heard is the voice of Rosamond Imogen that is aimed at describing in detail the photographs, but not any of the photographs: they are those that "tie up" the source of existences spent capturing the essence of past periods that accompany the imagination to distant lands, forgotten by the common consciousness. But why
the old lady describes those pictures of a mysterious woman?
A harsh truth and concrete comes out gradually. It turns out the destinies of others until solidified in scoring exploits and torments. It is revealed that an unknown belongs to the family of Gill, a reality where the warmth could turn into a fire arsonist or downsize forever in a small flame that consumes so long and exhausting. So
and Rosamond tells her "becoming" over time is tracked by both the description of the photographs is from the evolution of her words which give the listener / reader invasions emotional that she suffers from breaking their expectations. The loves and the bonds of blood change "life inside" and not the left but watch the descent of loved ones to the human crisis and existential disaster.
The stories continue up to lead to the discovery of the icy and terrifying because of the blindness of Imogen. Figure
initial Rosamond's narrative is her cousin Beatrix, by which since childhood had established a special union. Beatrix
suffers from a young age and without the shaky relationship than he had with his mother, who showed impatience often unjustified and inexplicable inevitable.
The request for attention from her daughter becomes a moment that is veiled and almost imperceptible its concreteness in an escape attempt by Beatrix night, still a child, along with Rosamond. The flight is a silent cry that crumbles before the discovery - by Beatrix hoped - and that definitely is stifled because of an incident years later that the flight: the death of the mother dog, Bonaparte. This, while taking a lead from Beatrix, will flee toward the horizon and disappear forever. The girl will never be forgiven by his mother and the feelings of anger and disappointment of Beatrix, then repressed, will return to the surface so raw and unforgiving setting off a domino of failures and sufferings. In turn, Beatrix will cause grief for his daughter, Thea, turning from victim in executioner. An all-female
novel where the writer at times and other charms of a sculptor takes his clothes from a square block that creates a true "picture of life."
The images that she describes through pictures, memories are streams that flow naturally, without forcing the historical memory of the perceptions of the soul. They follow the instinct of feeling understood as souvenirs existence collecting the poetry of a life told through the eyes of a fragile little soul which includes contaminated Rosamond allowed to grow free of suffering and being afraid.
At the end there are tears, those of Rosamond, those visible and of his soul that enclose all the tears of "women in his life."
With the death of Rosamond - wanted by herself - closes a circle. People who have made the woman's life will be lost in the air like so many dry leaves, and there will be nobody to remember them because they will fly away with even Rosamond.
Then the leaves fall to the ground will be raked and shoveled into a bonfire. And that's how Jonathan Coe opens his novel with shoveling a pile of dry leaves in a bonfire in the garden of Gill, then the phone will ring and announce a death, that of Rosamond.
With this book, the writer enters the game and talks about women and generations. Describes their feelings in constant evolution. The novel moves to the end, each character finds his place in the world even if undeserved, each character has in common the difficulty in giving love and suffering to know to have received little. The estimate that should exist between mother and daughter disappears in a sea of \u200b\u200bdisappointments. This storm of feelings is told with elegance and sophistication by the author, that after so many novels like "The Rotters' Club" and "The Closed Circle" changes style and goes into the mysterious and hysterical world of women, relegating the male universe to a thin black shadow. The English writer, born in Birmingham in 1961, marks his return and do it in style British: elegant and exquisitely polite human being.
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