Like Corri, Coniglio?
Join aNobii to see if your friends read it, and discover similar books!
Book Description
Ex campione di pallacanestro, marito e padre mediocre, lavoratore senza passione, il ventiseienne eroe di questo romanzo è prigioniero di un tormentoso conflitto fra istinto e norme sociali, fra arrendevolezza e rivolta; un essere inconcludente, timido, sprovvisto di cultura ma capace di ritrovare nContinue
Book Details
-
Rating:
(211)
-
5 stars
-
4 stars
-
3 stars
-
2 stars
-
1 star
-
5 stars
- Libri Italiani
- Mass Market Paperback 296 Pages
- Publisher: Mondadori
- Pub date: Feb 01, 1979
- Also available as: Paperback, Hardcover and Others
-
In other languages:
-
Rabbit Run
(English Books)
... and other languages
-
Groups with this in collection
Prices Change currency & sellers
| ISBN | Edition | List | Sale | Seller |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| No ISBN | Mass Market Paperback | -- | -- | -- |
| Other editions → | ||||
| + 3 copies tradable: → | ||||
1 person find this helpful
"Another day they go to the playground. Nelson acts frightened of the swings. Rabbit tells him to hold on and pushes very gently, from the front so the kid can see. Laughs, pleads, «Me out», begins to cry, «me out, me out, Da-dee». Dabbling in the sandbox gives Rabbit a small headache. Over at the ... (continue)
"Another day they go to the playground. Nelson acts frightened of the swings. Rabbit tells him to hold on and pushes very gently, from the front so the kid can see. Laughs, pleads, «Me out», begins to cry, «me out, me out, Da-dee». Dabbling in the sandbox gives Rabbit a small headache. Over at the pavilion the rubber thump of Roofball and the click of checkers call to his memory, and the forgotten smell of that narrow plastic ribbon you braid bracelets and whistle-chains out of and of glue and of the sweat on the handles on athletic equipment is blown down by a breeze laced with children's murmuring. He feels the truth: the thing that had left his life had left irrevocably; no search would recover it. No flight would reach it. It was here, beneath the town, in these smells and these voices, forever behind him. The best he can do is submit to the system and give Nelson the chance to pass, as he did, unthinkingly, through it. The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks."
Is this helpful?