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A review by fluentinsilence
Man Walks Into a Room by Nicole Krauss
4.0
Hoewel ik ontzettend houd van Krauss' schrijven, haar twee laatste boeken staan hoog op mijn lijst van favorieten, was dit boek toch niet helemaal wat ik verwachtte, of wat ik had gehoopt. Het schrijven was soms een beetje saai, stroef. De hoofdpersoon was echter boeiend genoeg, en het hele verhaal is één grote verrassing. Ik weet eigenlijk niet zo goed waarom het boek me een beetje tegenviel. Het einde vond ik prachtig, Pip een leuke extra, ineens, uit het niets. En strepen heb ik ook gezet, genoeg. Nouja, laat ik maar een paar quotes delen, dan:
"To touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it with your eyes closed so that when something is gone, it can be recognized by the shape of its absence. So that you can continue to possess the lost, because absence is the only constant thing. Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been." (pag. 152)
"Somewhere in the far north of Canada there would be snow, falling soundlessly over Beaufort Sea, falling over the Arctic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use such information except as proof that the world was too much to bear?" (pag. 192)
". . . no matter how great the desire is to be understood, the mind cannot abide any presence but its own." (pag. 206)
"To touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it with your eyes closed so that when something is gone, it can be recognized by the shape of its absence. So that you can continue to possess the lost, because absence is the only constant thing. Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been." (pag. 152)
"Somewhere in the far north of Canada there would be snow, falling soundlessly over Beaufort Sea, falling over the Arctic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use such information except as proof that the world was too much to bear?" (pag. 192)
". . . no matter how great the desire is to be understood, the mind cannot abide any presence but its own." (pag. 206)