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A review by diesmali
The Childhood of Jesus by J.M. Coetzee
5.0
Undoubtedly one of the greatest novelists ever...
"Five and three more. How many is that?"
"This time... this time..." says the boy in the same tiny, lifeless, voice, "it is eight."
"Good. Write 'Conviene que yo diga la verdad - I must tell the truth.' Write it. 'Con-viene.'"
Writing from left to right, forming the letters clearly if slowly, the boy writes: Yo soy la verdad - I am the truth.
A man and a boy arrives, washed clean of their past, as everyone is after an ocean voyage, into a new community where they are assigned new names, and through the goodwill of others find their place in this new life. But for the man, something is missing, and for the boy a lot is missing... the foundation of knowing his parents being paramount. The boy has a lot of questions, and the man has a lot of patience answering them. The man is also on the lookout for the boys mother, whom he will know when he meets here, not having seen her before, or even known her name...
A fabulous delving into the foundations of who we are and where we come from. Philosophical fiction at its finest.
"Five and three more. How many is that?"
"This time... this time..." says the boy in the same tiny, lifeless, voice, "it is eight."
"Good. Write 'Conviene que yo diga la verdad - I must tell the truth.' Write it. 'Con-viene.'"
Writing from left to right, forming the letters clearly if slowly, the boy writes: Yo soy la verdad - I am the truth.
A man and a boy arrives, washed clean of their past, as everyone is after an ocean voyage, into a new community where they are assigned new names, and through the goodwill of others find their place in this new life. But for the man, something is missing, and for the boy a lot is missing... the foundation of knowing his parents being paramount. The boy has a lot of questions, and the man has a lot of patience answering them. The man is also on the lookout for the boys mother, whom he will know when he meets here, not having seen her before, or even known her name...
A fabulous delving into the foundations of who we are and where we come from. Philosophical fiction at its finest.