ero molto resistente alla lettura di questo autore, non rientra nel genere che mi piace, comunque mi sono cimentata...l'inizio è stato molto difficoltoso, la mancanza d'interesse per l'autore mi ha fatto faticare la lettura, dalla metà in poi l'ho divorato. Ad esser sincera tifavo per il cattivo anche se la storia non si cambia, mi sarebbe tanto piaciuto se avesse osato farlo lasciando l'interrogativo sul futuro, così credo che avrei assaporato un romanzo davvero avvincente =)...Continua
Come spesso capita, il libro è ben scritto e la trama è avvincente. La lettura è piacevole anche se il finale abbastanza scontato.
Purtroppo chi ha letto altri suoi libri non faticherà a ritrovare anche ne La cruna dell'ago alcune costanti tipiche della sua narrazione.
A differenza di altri romanzi, in questo, eccetto la spia tedesca, gli altri personaggi non sono molto caratterizzati, sembrano quasi comparse sfuocate su uno scenario, quello della II guerra mondiale, che diventa quindi protagonista....Continua
"The eye of the needle" is a work of considerable merit and, after some time since his first publication (1978), it has preserved its charm.
The story is about a German spy, "Die Nadel" (The needle),whose name derives from his ability to hide himself from the British counterintelligence and because he uses a thin stylet to kill his enemies.
"The eye of the needle" presents all the characteristics of a thriller, even if there is an element that differentiates it, an unusual component for a novel of this kind: a love affair between Lucy, the wife of a former RAF pilot who was paralyzed after an accident and the spy ( Henry - Die Nadel).
It is the first break in the granite figure of Die Nadel, known as Faber.
He was sufficiently self-aware to know the implications of his own ethics.
Fear was never far from the surface of his emotions; perhaps that was why he had survived so long. He was chronically incapable of feeling safe.
The fear of being weak was part of the syndrome that included his obsessive independence, his insecurity, and his contempt for his military superiors.
Most spies were amateurs: frustrated revolutionaries of the left or right, people who wanted the imaginary glamour of espionage, greedy men or lovesick women or blackmail victims. The few professionals were very dangerous indeed; they were not merciful men.
And when, Lucy understood the Niedel had killed David, his husband, her fear was interrupted by a dart of sadness, of sorrow for the Henry she had believed in, had almost loved; clearly he did not exist, but she had imagined him. Instead of a warm, strong, affectionate man, she saw in front of her a monster who sat and smiled and calmly gave her invented messages from the husband he had murdered.
Grief, horror, relief they fluttered in her mind like birds, none of them willing to settle.
So why did die Nadel not want to kill Lucy?
The feeling was on a par, he decided, with the affection that drove him to send the Luftwaffe erroneous directions to St. Paul's Cathedral: a compulsion to protect a thing of beauty. She was a remarkable creation, as full of loveliness and subtlety as any work of art. Faber could live with himself as a killer, but not as an iconoclast. It was, he recognized as soon as the thought occurred to him, a peculiar way to be. But then, spies were peculiar people.
Once again Ken Follet has made me dream.. this novel has touched my feelings, made me feel love and hate. The flow is rhythmic, the story enjoyable and full of historical details. MASTERPIECE