From one of Britain’s best-loved literary novelists comes a magical, lyrical tale of the young orphan Silver, taken in by the ancient lighthousekeeper Mr. Pew, who reveals to her a world of myth and mystery through the art of ...
Motherless and anchorless, Silver is taken in by the timeless Mr. Pew, keeper of the Cape Wrath lighthouse. Pew tells Silver ancient tales of longing and rootlessness, of the slippages that occur throughout every life. One life, Babel Dark’s, a nineteenth-century clergyman, opens like a map that Silver must follow, and the intertwining of myth and reality, of storytelling and experience, lead her through her own particular darkness.
A story of mutability, talking birds and stolen books, of Darwin and Stevenson and of the Jekyll and Hyde in all of us, Lighthousekeeping is a way into the most secret recesses of our own hearts and minds. Jeanette Winterson is one of the most extraordinary and original writers of her generation, and this shows her at her lyrical best.
Me encanto, es muy entretenido, y la historia es probablemente muy convencional pero tiene su chiste y hasta te saca unas cuantas lagrimas, a mi parecer fue precioso el final y en especial como empezaba cada capitulo con una historia, me gusto
..." mucho. -- I loved it, it's very entertaining, and the history is probably very average but has something and even it make you cry a little, in my opinion the ending is gorgeus and especially how it started every chapter with a particular story, i like it a lot.Continua...Nascondi
'Lighthousekeeping' is a joy to read, with the language washing over you like waves. As with many of Winterson's books, this is a book about stories - historical stories, legendary stories, and the self as a series of story beginnings - the point
..." being that all are stories without ends, as they're always being retold, becoming again in each retelling.
A lovely book about Silver, DogJim, Pew, Babel Dark, and the lighthouse at Cape Wrath.
I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don't expect to be happy. I don't imagine that I will find love, whatever that
... means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don't think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies.Continua...Nascondi