The Day Before Happiness - Couverture rigide

De Luca, Erri

Couverture rigide

ISBN 10 : 1590514815 ISBN 13 : 9781590514818

Editeur : Other Press, 2011

A propos du livre

Revue de presse

“High hopes in clear language, cautions against real evil, and scenes thick with poetic sentiment - these elements fuel the warmth to be found in De Luca's brief but affecting novels.” —The National

“Tender, lyrical without apology, and intensely moving.” —Library Journal

“Full of steadfast and simple charm... while still being steadfastly aware of the larger histories that are always playing out in the backgrounds of whatever it is that charms us in a momentary idyll.” —Bookslut

“The Day Before Happiness is an innovatively told post-World War II thriller set in Naples. An orphan boy’s past is revealed to him in this lyrical book, and postwar Italy is arrestingly captured in these pages...One of the most moving books I have read all year.” —David Gutowski, Largeheartedboy.com
 
“A lyrical narrative about a thorny search for happiness.” —Kirkus Reviews

“The only true first-rate writer that the new millennium has given us for now.” –Corriere della Serra

“The story of a risky happiness, the happiness of a city in revolt, of a violent and rediscovered love.” —Avvenire
 
“A hymn to life, to the Resistance, to education.” —L’Alsace

Extrait

An angry summer, it was almost cold. In July the tip of the volcano turned white. People played its numbers at the lottery and up they came, promptly. There were big wins. The year before a cobbler had nailed four out of five. I asked Don Gaetano whether thoughts ever came to him with numbers. He made a gesture as if he were brushing away a fly. But was there an art to it? Could you learn to hear people’s thoughts?
   “First of all, don’t call them people, they’re persons, each and every one. If you call them people you lose sight of the person. You can’t hear the thoughts of people, but of persons, one at a time.”
   He was right, until that age I hadn’t noticed persons, it was all one people. At the doorman’s station that summer I learned to recognize the tenants. As a child the only one who mattered to me was on the third floor behind the window, I didn’t even know what her parents
looked like. She had disappeared and after that getting to know the building’s other tenants didn’t much matter to me.

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Other Press
• Date d'édition: 2011
• ISBN 10: 1590514815
• ISBN 13: 9781590514818
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 192