The English Patient
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The English Patient
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7 journalers for this copy...
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But, the important part: the book is here and only a little bit crimped on the edges—not badly hurt at all. I’ll get started reading this right away. |
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I have the address for barker-tx, and the book will go out Monday, media rate. |
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As mentioned by previous readers, I found the story and the writing quite difficult to understand sometimes, and very confusing. Am not sure whether it is only a language problem, but I don't think so. The writing was very pretentious most of the time I thought, trying to be poetic but being just...confusing! Some parts were beautiful though, I really liked all the bits about the desert, and from time to time, there was a paragraph that was just beautiful. I also liked the characters. I liked this for example : "There was a time when mapmakers named the places they travelled through with the names of lovers rather than their own. Someone seen bathing in a desert caravan, holding up muslin with one arm in front of her. Some old Arab poet poet's woman, whose white-dove shoulders made him describe an oasis with her name. The skin bucket spreads over her, she wraps herself in the cloth, and the old scribe turns from her to describe Zerzura. [...] In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence. A woman in Cairo curves the white length of her body up from the bed and leans out of the window into a rainstorm to allow her nakedness to receive it." And also this, a good summary of their relationship : "Women want everything of a lover. And too often I would sink below the surface. So armies disappear under sand. And there was her fear of her husband, her belief in her honour, my old desire for self-sufficiency, my disappearances, her suspicions of me, my disbelief that she loved me. The paranoia and claustrophobia of hidden love. "I think you have become inhuman," she said to me. "I'm not the only betrayer." "I don't think you care - that this has happened among us. You slide past everything with your fear and hate of ownership, of owning, of being owned, of being named. You think this is a virtue. I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover?" I said nothing. "Deny it, damn you." " For all of you who have not seen the movie, and were put off by the book, please SEE IT! It's nothing like it, it's beautiful and moving, with fantastic scenery, and it's a tragic lovestory. See it, if only for this : " "Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?" " Sending to hetku77 Thanks Corry000 |
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Released 5 yrs ago (6/15/2006 UTC) at Református Kollégium in Kecskemét, Bács Kiskun Hungary WILD RELEASE NOTES:
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