Katie Carr is a good person. She recycles. She's against racism. She's a good doctor, a good mom, a good wife....well, maybe not that last one, considering she's having an affair and has just requested a divorce via cell phone. But who could blame ...
her? For years her husband's been selfish, sarcastic, and underemployed, writing the "Angriest Man in Holloway" column for their local paper.
But now David's changed. He's become a good person, too-really good. He's found a spiritual leader. He has become kind, soft-spoken, and earnest. He's even got a homeless kid set up in the spare room. Katie isn't sure if this is a deeply-felt conversion, a brain tumor-or David's most brilliantly vicious manipulation yet. Because she's finding it more and more difficult to live with David-and with herself.
"Hornby pulls off the seemingly impossible: He tackles marriage and the nature of benevolence from a woman's point of view without sacrificing his impish charm." (New York)
“I’m in a car park in Leeds when I tell my husband I don’t want to be married to him any more. David isn’t even in the car park with me.” Il tema è la crisi di coppia. Lei, medico, è l’anima bianca della famiglia, lui quella nera:
..."ella nera: rancoroso e sempre ostile con tutti. Poi lei lo tradisce, tutto cambia e i ruoli si ribaltano. In fondo è la vita, chi è solo buono e chi solo cattivo? Hornby, al solito, scrive bene e racconta con ironia una storia comune. Rappresenta con grande abilità e acutezza i conflitti e le puerili ripicche quotidiane spingendosi fino al paradosso, senza tuttavia scivolare mai nel banale. Mentre ci diverte esplora con schiettezza e profondità le dinamiche psicologiche individuali e la complessità dei rapporti umani. Non delude il finale. Continua...Nascondi
What you don't ever catch a glimpse of on your wedding day - because how could you? - is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever exchanging a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids. Nor is it
... possible to foresee the desperation and depression, the sense that your life is over, the occasional urge to hit your whining children, even though hitting them is something you knew for a fact you would never do. And of course you don't think about having affairs, and when you get to that stage in life when you do (and everyone gets there sooner or later), you don't think of the sick feeling you get in your stomach when you're conducting them, their inherent unhappiness. And nor do you think about your husband waking up in the morning and being someone you don't recognize. If anyone thought about any of these things, then no one would ever get married, of course they wouldn't; in fact, the impulse to marry would come from the same place as the impulse to drink a bottle of bleach, and those are kinds of impulses we try to ignore, rather than celebrate. So we can't afford to think about these things because getting married - or finding a partner whom we will want to spend our lives with and have children by - is on our agenda. It's something we know we will do one day, and if you take that away from us then we are left with promotions at work and the possibility of a winning lottery ticket, and it's not enough, so we kid ourselves that it is possible to enter these partnerships and be faced only with the problems of mud removal, and then become unhappy and take Prozac and then we get divorced and die alone.Continua...Nascondi
I'm a good person. In most ways. But I'm beginning to think that being a good person in most ways doesn't count for anything very much, if you're a bad person in one way. Because most people are good people, aren't they? Most people want to help
...to help others, and if their work doesn't allow them to help others then they do it however they can - by manning the phones at the Samaritans once a month, or going on sponsored walks, or filling in standing orders. It's no good me telling you that I'm a doctor, because I'm only a doctor during weekdays. I've been sleeping with someone other than my husband outside working hours - at the moment, being a doctor can't make up for that, however many rectal boils I look at.Continua...Nascondi