Amber Spyglass

Un fantasy interessante per lo spirito antireligioso che è la base di partenza e di arrivo di tutta la trilogia.
Non lo si può definite un libro ateo, in quanto un dio è presente, mi pare più corretto definirlo un libro "umanista" perchè gli uomini da questo dio si affrancano combattendo lui ed il suo reggente in una battaglia di libertà e conoscenza.
Purtroppo lo svolgimento a tema di questo libro sulla libertà dell'uomo, seppur acettabile, rimane sospeso tra una trattazione per ragazzi ed una per adulti mancando a mio avviso entrambi i bersagli.
Merita comunque la lettura per l'originalità dell'argomento affrontato ed il coraggio di affrontarlo.

I want to clarify that I am not marking the book down because of its agnostic tone, which was actually one of the things I liked the most about it. Aside from that I generally liked the imagination behind it and found many of the central ideas to be intriguing. But then the story is just all-over-the-place. I had a hard time dragging myself through reading the last 150 pages, and the story seemed as if it would go on forever. Before that I had gradually lost interest mainly for three reasons: #1, it was impossible to understand where the story was going at any point, so no chance of building suspense or anticipation, and also some premises that had been set up earlier might just all of a sudden not apply anymore if they were inconvenient for the development of the plot; #2, repeatedly it was impossible to relate to any of the characters' motivations; #3, every obstacle in the story is like a joke with how easily and cheaply they are overcome.
So, all in all, this story is a mess, but nonetheless very imaginative and with a lot of good ideas.

'Pan, no one's done this before,' she whispered shiveringly, 'but Will says we're coming back and I swear, Pan, I love you, I swear we're coming back?I will?take care, my dear?you'll be safe?we will come back, and if I have to spend every minute of my life finding you again, I will, I won't stop, I won't rest, I won't?oh, Pan?dear Pan?I've got to go, I've got to…'
And she pushed him away, so that he crouched bitter and cold and frightened on the muddy ground. What animal he was now, Will could hardly tell. He seemed to be so young, a cub, a puppy, something helpless and beaten, a creature so sunk in misery that it was more misery than creature. His eyes never left Lyra's face, and Will could see her making herself not look away, not avoid the guilt, and he admired her honesty and her courage at the same time as he was wrenched with the shock of their parting.