Paris StoriesNew York Review of Books, 27 Apr 2011 - 400 halaman A NEW YORK REVIEW BOOKS ORIGINAL Mavis Gallant is a contemporary legend, a frequent contributor to The New Yorkerfor close to fifty years who has, in the words of The New York Times, "radically reshaped the short story for decade after decade." Michael Ondaatje's new selection of Gallant's work gathers some of the most memorable of her stories set in Europe and Paris, where Gallant has long lived. Mysterious, funny, insightful, and heartbreaking, these are tales of expatriates and exiles, wise children and straying saints. Together they compose a secret history, at once intimate and panoramic, of modern times. |
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... light on, they look back without nostalgia, and look forward with a frayed hope. So that even the epigraph, from As You Like It, that Gallant chose for her early novel Green Water Green Sky, seems painfully ironic: “Ay, now am I in ...
... light on, they look back without nostalgia, and look forward with a frayed hope. So that even the epigraph, from As You Like It, that Gallant chose for her early novel Green Water Green Sky, seems painfully ironic: “Ay, now am I in ...
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... lights. She looked inside the kitchen and the bathroom and then got down on her hands and knees and looked under the sofa. The room was neat and belonged to no one. She left him standing in this unclaimed room—she had forgotten him—and ...
... lights. She looked inside the kitchen and the bathroom and then got down on her hands and knees and looked under the sofa. The room was neat and belonged to no one. She left him standing in this unclaimed room—she had forgotten him—and ...
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... light still held a mystery, awaited a final explanation. You looked for clarity, she wrote, and the answer you had was paleness, the flat white cast that a snowy sky throws across a room. Part of this son knew about death and dying, but ...
... light still held a mystery, awaited a final explanation. You looked for clarity, she wrote, and the answer you had was paleness, the flat white cast that a snowy sky throws across a room. Part of this son knew about death and dying, but ...
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... light. Outrage, a feeling that consideration had been wanting—that was how homesickness had overtaken him. She held his hand she did not resist—another sign of his misery) and together they explored the apartment. He saw it all—every ...
... light. Outrage, a feeling that consideration had been wanting—that was how homesickness had overtaken him. She held his hand she did not resist—another sign of his misery) and together they explored the apartment. He saw it all—every ...
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... can be settled for a few days at a time, though not for longer. She put out the light, for which his body was grateful. His mind, at that moment, in a sunny icicle brightness, was not only skiing but flying. | RINA - 49.
... can be settled for a few days at a time, though not for longer. She put out the light, for which his body was grateful. His mind, at that moment, in a sunny icicle brightness, was not only skiing but flying. | RINA - 49.
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From the Fifteenth District | 119 |
Baum Gabriel 1935 | 171 |
The Remission | 195 |
Grippes and Poches | 237 |
Forain | 257 |
August | 275 |
Mlle Dias de Corta | 315 |
Afterword | 365 |
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