Après une absence longue de deux semaines, loin des perturbations d'Internet pour cause de traduction intensive, on peut avoir bien des surprises, bonnes and worse. Here is a very good one. Martine Laval wrote about Between Heaven and Earth Jón Kalman Stefánsson, beautiful item now, where they seized all the beauty of this book ... She assigns four stars, the maximum allowed by Telerama.
Between heaven and earth Jón Kalman Stefánsson, Roman.
Between heaven and earth, there is the sea, that of Iceland, versatile, quiet in its depths, its turbulent surface, where she taunts a light to cool colors. There is time, unchanging as the stars, those distant foreign compasses sometimes, sometimes hostile. Here in these confines, the day flows at night arises, silence envelops everything, every soul. The wind Hawks well a few words, but they are quickly removed by obscurity. Between heaven and earth, there are words, Jón Kalman Stefánsson those, Icelandic writer for the first time translated into French with a grace unparalleled by Eric Boury. These words are "rescue squads" who never give up their quest to wrest empty - hell or heaven - lives submerged in indifference.
A History of cod fishermen, sailors lost in the harsh days and nights, boy injured forever, too enamored of his comrade poetry, frostbite and loneliness, betrayal and redemption, Captain blind love of literature that sails on "cards obsolete geographies," nothing but poor survivors books whose prose defies the abyss. One of them is signed Milton, English poet, also blind. It's called Paradise Lost.
Between Heaven and Earth - the novel - is a requiem to the telluric force. It swells and tears like a long poem came from the darkness, speak of suffering and beliefs, unhappiness and misfortune, friendship and destiny torn battered. Initiation story, metaphysical quest, explosion meaning? There is in this writing throughout breath, tenderness, palpable, something that would be miraculous magic images, magic words, "to those who may happen to survive but not live." Jón Kalman Stefánsson made to uncover the intangible, breathes fury and melancholy and invites the reader, not without irony, to go down with them: "It is in our own memories as we dive, that's where the wire is that binds us to existence. Memories of those days where we can no longer live, these days when it snowed, where it rained on our lives, those moments of scorching sun, dark of night ... "
history of another time, another world, From the Ground Up explores the border between dreams and reality, innocence and conscience, traces a route through the dizzying din of humanity and calls us to walk with a kid hopeful, despite his messenger a timeless poetry. Nestled in a book that killer ... "He wants to achieve essentially whatever he wants to discover if the core exists, but it is sometimes difficult to think and read when you're all rotten after an exhausting day rowing. His thoughts can be so heavy that he can barely lift them, then it is a far cry from the basics. "It whispers two words. Loyalty. Friendship.
Martine Laval Telerama No. 3144 - April 17, 2010
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Between heaven and earth Jón Kalman Stefánsson, Roman.
Between heaven and earth, there is the sea, that of Iceland, versatile, quiet in its depths, its turbulent surface, where she taunts a light to cool colors. There is time, unchanging as the stars, those distant foreign compasses sometimes, sometimes hostile. Here in these confines, the day flows at night arises, silence envelops everything, every soul. The wind Hawks well a few words, but they are quickly removed by obscurity. Between heaven and earth, there are words, Jón Kalman Stefánsson those, Icelandic writer for the first time translated into French with a grace unparalleled by Eric Boury. These words are "rescue squads" who never give up their quest to wrest empty - hell or heaven - lives submerged in indifference.
A History of cod fishermen, sailors lost in the harsh days and nights, boy injured forever, too enamored of his comrade poetry, frostbite and loneliness, betrayal and redemption, Captain blind love of literature that sails on "cards obsolete geographies," nothing but poor survivors books whose prose defies the abyss. One of them is signed Milton, English poet, also blind. It's called Paradise Lost.
Between Heaven and Earth - the novel - is a requiem to the telluric force. It swells and tears like a long poem came from the darkness, speak of suffering and beliefs, unhappiness and misfortune, friendship and destiny torn battered. Initiation story, metaphysical quest, explosion meaning? There is in this writing throughout breath, tenderness, palpable, something that would be miraculous magic images, magic words, "to those who may happen to survive but not live." Jón Kalman Stefánsson made to uncover the intangible, breathes fury and melancholy and invites the reader, not without irony, to go down with them: "It is in our own memories as we dive, that's where the wire is that binds us to existence. Memories of those days where we can no longer live, these days when it snowed, where it rained on our lives, those moments of scorching sun, dark of night ... "
history of another time, another world, From the Ground Up explores the border between dreams and reality, innocence and conscience, traces a route through the dizzying din of humanity and calls us to walk with a kid hopeful, despite his messenger a timeless poetry. Nestled in a book that killer ... "He wants to achieve essentially whatever he wants to discover if the core exists, but it is sometimes difficult to think and read when you're all rotten after an exhausting day rowing. His thoughts can be so heavy that he can barely lift them, then it is a far cry from the basics. "It whispers two words. Loyalty. Friendship.
Martine Laval Telerama No. 3144 - April 17, 2010
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