"A man asked Shirley, the other clerk in the store, if she could find him a copy of Persian Letters. That was Duncan. Shirley walked ahead of him to where the book was kept, and in the quiet store Lydia heard him saying that it must be difficult to know where to shelve The Persian Letters. Should it be classed as fiction or as a political essay? Lydia felt that he revealed something, saying this. He revealed a need that she supposed was common to customers in the bookstore, a need to distinguish himself, appear knowledgeable. Later on she would look back on this moment and try to imagine him again so powerless, slightly ingratiating, showing a bit of neediness." p.49...Continua
Lydia, poetessa e redattrice presso un editore di Toronto, compie un breve viaggio lungo la costa atlantica: sarà anche l'occasione per stilare un bilancio della sua vita. Quarantacinque anni, divorziata da nove, i figli grandi e una storia appena finita alle spalle.
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