Ann tyler blue reel. Reviews and reviews of the book "A Spool of Blue Thread" by Anne Tyler
Part one
I can't leave while the dog is alive
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Late one evening in July 1994, Red and Abby Whitshank received a call from their son Denny. The couple was going to bed, Abby stood at the dresser in her slip, taking pins out of a bun of unruly light brown hair. Red, a lean brunette, in striped pajama pants and a white T-shirt, sat on the edge of the bed and took off his socks; he answered when the telephone began to crackle on the night table nearby.
The tall and smiling woman who stands before you is dressed in elegance and discretion, she expresses herself with precision, simplicity. If she hadn't given interviews for all these years, she would have found it difficult to talk about literature and write, she said. This led to a very domestic life in Baltimore, time to take care of her home and her children and grandchildren. She did not decide to become a writer; she believed that she was content with being a mother and wife. To hear her, the Pulitzer Prize didn't change anything for her. It’s hard to understand the beginning,” she explains.
In the midst of the ford, her heroes begin to talk to her, she inevitably loves them, realizing her weaknesses. she finished by mailing the manuscript to her publisher, to whom she had been faithful from the beginning and with whom she had only set foot twice—she imagines her characters leaving Baltimore for New York.
Whitshank house, he said.
Oh, hi.
Abby turned away from the mirror with her hands up.
Abby dropped her hands.
Hello? - said Red. - Hey. Hello? Hello?
He was silent for a couple of seconds and hung up.
What's the matter? - asked Abby.
- What?!
He says I need to tell you something. "I'm gay".
And you hung up?!
Tough and excited, they calm her down, she jokes, explains to her that they are healthy! Anne Tyler only works in the morning. In the office, with the window open due to the sounds from outside. If she writes news, she feels better. comfortable on a long course. Critics of her novels, good or bad, she does not read them. Asked about his recent favorites, the one who regularly returns to Jane Austen cites Russell Banks's Skinless, which dazzled her. Her all-time favorite writer remains Eudora Welty, who changed her life when she was discovered at the age of fourteen.
No, Abby. He hung. All I could say was, “What nonsense?” - and he’s already a jerk - that’s all.
Red, how is this possible? - Abby groaned and reached back for the colorless, once pink, fleecy robe. She wrapped herself up and tied her belt tightly. - What came over you?
Yes, I didn’t want to offend him! When they give you this, what else can you say? "What nonsense." Normal reaction.
A tool that he doesn't find unpleasant, although less flexible than a real book for going back and forth into the text. She develops a widower who begins to see his late wife in different places. Anne Tyler, having finished this, briefly thought about stopping writing. First, fortunately for us, change your mind and think about her next book!
It all started on a Saturday morning in May, one of those spring days, which smells clean, but the man seemed to be approaching her. “Did you know that these are white onions?” - he asked. “Wouldn’t they be more like shallots?” No, they are white onions,” she assured him.
Abby grabbed her head, crushing her voluminous hair above her forehead.
“What I meant,” Red began to explain, “is that more for nonsense than more Are you trying to surprise us, Denny? And he understood me perfectly. Believe me. But now he has every right to say that everything is to blame for me, my narrow-mindedness, or retrogradeness, or... in general, he will find a word. And he rejoiced that's what I answered. That’s why he hung up: he was just waiting for a mistake from me.
“What about shallots?” He insisted. Perhaps she was afraid that he would try to get her out, but he must have been ten years younger than her, and besides, he was handsome guy. With her dark blonde hair and milky blue eyes that made her look peaceful and dreamy, he looked at her, smiling and holding her too close to the stranger.
These are shallots,” he reminded her. There are more mills,” she answered, and she put celery in her Caddy. My ex-wife a little down on the potato side. Well, for example, it's a lot to say, we are separated, let's say, and her boyfriend is with her. Could you pretend you're wrong with me? Just how I managed to get out of here?
OK. - Abby changed her tone and spoke in a businesslike manner: - Where did he call from?
How should I know? He doesn't have a permanent address, he hasn't shown up all summer, he's already changed jobs twice. True, twice - this is from his words, and maybe more! The guy is only nineteen, and we don’t know in which corner of the planet to look for him! Is this normal, you ask?
Philippe Segur Destruction of wood worms. What's an exciting conversation topic that can also become very annoying? In any case, this is a problem for residents of a modern metropolis. Today Betty and Decin form a couple: I was a professor of modern letters, and she was a contract student in history-geo. We dreamed of leaving national education. These two loners find a new perspective: moving. It's not won because the gentleman below is looking for trouble. The author of this stupid text is a professor of constitutional law.
In this discipline, can't he laugh at dark humor and laughter? Woodwind Extermination is his tenth novel. The narrator thinks he has a bug in his eyes. “You have real strength,” said the ophthalmologist. This is a letter, doctor. Return of Neemi Pierre-Dahomey.
Didn't you think from the sound that it was intercity? Have you heard that, you know... rustling? Remember. Could he be calling from here, from Baltimore?
I don't know, Abby.
She sat down next to her husband. The mattress sagged in her direction: Abby was a broad, dense woman.
We have to find him,” she said. And a little later: - We need this... what's his name... caller ID. - She leaned over and glared at the phone. - God, give us a determinant right now!
With a lattice of irony, Niemi Pierre-Dahomey recounts a failed exile in her first novel. It's not the arrival, it's the fact that Belly Haitian can't leave his island to get to the United States. Thus, the returnees who give the novel their title are the ones who remain. Belly gives birth to two daughters and thinks it wiser that they be adopted in order to have better life. The absurdity and violence only catch the eye. Among the Visshanks, an ambiguous narrative tells us that the grandfather coveted the house he had built for others, and that his daughter staked the grapple on her best friend's promise.
For what? So that you call him and he doesn’t answer?
He would never do that. He would have seen that it was me calling. And I would definitely answer if I saw that it was me.
She jumped up and walked back and forth along the Persian carpet, in the center worn almost to white from her walking. The bedroom, spacious and well furnished, pleased the eye with its cozy shabbyness - natural for rooms whose inhabitants had long ceased to notice their beauty.
Both achieved their goals, but did not carry him to heaven, despite appearances. The clan seems as solid as home, as comfortable as an American novel. When the core element is destroyed, secrets arise. The clear son is not the one we believe, and the first ambition is actually that the girl, forbidden by her family, knew how to force herself on a man who did not love her.
Two sisters - 17 and 18 - are left alone in the world, at the mercy of a potential attacker. The end of civilization does not happen in a day. Electricity, telephone and gas are gradually disappearing. The father is resourceful enough to fill the jars and make the last of the food supplies profitable. After his wife he died in turn. But has anyone ever looked up the best way to handle a rifle in the dictionary?
Ordinary.
This according to you. Did he drink? What did you think?
Don't know.
Was there anyone with him? Company?
I can't say...
Or... just one?
Red looked up sharply.
You don't think he's serious, do you?
Of course, seriously! Otherwise, why would he say such a thing?
Abby, he's not blue.
How do you know?
After the tomatoes and green beans, both girls will have to go deeper into the forest, armed with new wisdom - or madness. “The Indians who lived there survived without gardens and vegetable gardens, and only ate what these forests brought to their disposal.” With about twenty names - Roger Nimier, Emmanuel Berle, as well as Barbey d'Aureville - the author is keen to share his enthusiasm for works that he considers, if not despised, at least neglected. But maybe characteristic feature literature - write the offspring of writers at different speeds?
This article is largely duplicated by an actual essay in which Bertrand Tiller rejects the "caricature" in his long history, describes his technical modalities, his strategies such as his graphic inventiveness, his connections with the symbolic and, above all, his extraordinary power of mobilization. This funny and harsh imagination is based on the injunction to "pass the boundaries", be it moral, acceptable, trustworthy or censorship. It is caricatured as an unusual "comic intelligence" whose disrespect is the main driving force.
I know, that's all. Mark my words. Then you will understand that you behaved stupidly: ah, horror and nightmare, I was making a mountain out of a molehill!
Where is your feminine intuition? After all, we are talking about a guy who got a girl into trouble back in high school.
And what? It doesn't mean anything. Maybe this is actually a symptom.
What?
Nothing can be known for sure about sex life another person.
It offers itself as a truth that emerges from distorting mirrors, reappearing in the cultural history of protesting laughter, both in Carnival and in Guignol. Denis Moreau Mort, where is your victory? There is a question of salvation in this book. It cannot be inferred from its title, which refers to the issue of St. Paul in his letter to the Corinthians, that salvation will be viewed solely religiously or theologically. The concept seems rather old-fashioned, but Denis Moreau, a professor at the University of Nantes, is quick to point out that it is very present in ordinary language, even in very different and sometimes unexpected ways, in modern and contemporary philosophy, from Spinoza to Nietzsche, from Sartre to Wittgenstein and even Foucault and, of course, in Christian theology.
“Thank God for that,” Red grumbled.
He bent down and, groaning, reached under the bed for his slippers, and Abby stopped and returned her gaze to the phone. She put her hand on the receiver and froze in indecision. She quickly grabbed it, pressed it to her ear for half a second, and threw it back.
The thing about caller ID,” Red said, speaking to himself, “is that it’s kind of a scam.” A phone call is always a risk. A person must decide whether to take risks or not, to respond or not. In this essence telephone connection, I believe.
Therefore, a very modern treatment that Denis Moreau subjects the concept of salvation "seriously" - in a way that is both spiritual and philosophical, as opposed to all positivism - the themes of faith, death, guilt, liberation and the question of "what needs to be saved" and who can be the “savior”.
Even though it may have only looked like a "Jewish" cultural heritage" to be perceived as the "embodiment of religious ideals" or the "culmination of a long historical process", Zionist thought, explains Eran Rolnik, "was distinguished from the very beginning by its pragmatism and its ideological eclecticism", opening itself to exchange with the "dominant ideas of the time" and the gathering delve into the side of Darwinism, Nietzscheism, socialism, existentialism, and therefore psychoanalysis.
With some difficulty he got up and went to the bathroom. Abby said behind him:
But that would explain a lot, wouldn’t you agree? If he's really gay.
Red was already closing the bathroom door, but he stuck his head out and stared at his wife with displeasure. His thin black eyebrows, usually straight as sticks, were almost tied in a knot.
Sometimes,” he said, “I bitterly curse the day when I married social worker. - And he slammed the door loudly.
Yehoshua in “normalizing Jewish identity”? The question lies in the very problem of this essay. Philippe Segur Extermination of the Buport Boucher-Chastel, 288 pp. 1170 rub. Anne Tyler A Spool of Blue Thread Translated from English by Kiriel Ayakatsikas. Jean Heggland In the Forest Translation from English into Josette Chicheport.
Bertrand Tillier Caricature. Eran Rolnik in Rome in Jerusalem. The last committee for Melody de Saint-Germain, to whom we wish good news. This first novel takes us into the heart of Seattle's first manifestation of anti-globalism in a True Choral narrative that lacks a few things to make the novel interesting.
When Red returned, Abby was sitting on the bed, her hands clasped over her chest over the lace of her nightgown.
“You can’t blame all of Denny’s troubles on my profession,” she said.
I'm just talking about what you sometimes show excessive understanding. Forgiveness, compassion. You're getting into the child's soul.
There is no such thing as too much understanding.
The words of a typical social worker.
We must look beyond the very ugly cover to discover a beautiful novel about human diversity. In his kitchen, a retired teacher receives all nationalities and claims to be associated with laughter. Katherine, Melody and Thomas were reading.
The novel is autobiographical, this book provides the key to Besson's entire work. Philip, a young teenager aware of his sexuality, falls in love with Thomas. All opposites and love will be born. A book that, however, did not convince all its readers.
In the heart of deep America, a family chronicle where a father's violence separates the children. The author describes the feelings between the characters very well. Author found: Aki Shimazaki. Two series of stories should be read: "The Weight of Secrets" and "In the Heart of Yamato." Each piece of news is linked to the others in the same book.
She snorted in irritation and looked again at the phone, which was standing on her husband’s side. Red crawled under the covers, blocking her view, and turned off the lamp on the bedside table. The room was plunged into darkness, only two high windows overlooking the lawn in front of the house glowed faintly.
Red was lying on his back and Abby was still sitting.
Do you think he'll call back? - she asked.
However, the author's first book: Group Photography by the River is not worth it. A 60-year-old woman calls an escort boy to go out for the evening. Begin love relationship. However, the characters' unspoken and imperfections disrupt the senses. Beautiful portrait, especially human.
In Brittany, a former shipyard worker killed a developer. What gets in the way is a very poetic and very stable style at the mouth of the worker. Years of lead, dishonor, hunger, bombing, where only love survives. Around the house, 3 generations of the same family built, live, love. Very beautiful story with great tenderness.
Yes, sooner or later.
The boy already had to call on all his courage to help. What if he doesn't dare anymore?
Bravery? What other courage? We are his parents. Why do you need the courage to call your parents?
Not to your parents, but to you,” Abby said.
This is ridiculous. I never laid a finger on him.
Yes, but he never encouraged it either. You are always looking for flaws in him. You are all sugar with the girls, and Stem is also your person. But Denny!
My favorite writer. Nick Hornby. The author who today represents the best American literature, an elegant chronicler of everyday life. His characters are once angry and tender, they are both traditional and eccentric. Observer. "Anne Tyler demonstrates tireless creativity: there seems to be no end to the number of stories he can come up with." London Review of Books.
"Tyler has become a cherished, affectionate chronicler of tiny little America, and he owes it extraordinary skill." Press. The family home, the father of the Red Pride, who arrived in Baltimore in the 1920s and later served as a builder, has seen four generations of Whitshank and retains echoes of its stories between the walls. Because every family has its own stories that define it and are always passed on, and Whitshank is or is convinced that this is a special family of those who exude an enviable sense of unity.
Everything is complicated with him. Sometimes I think you don't even like him.
Abby, fear God! You know very well that this is not true.
No, of course you love him. But I saw the way you look at him sometimes. With this expression: what kind of guy is this? Don't think he doesn't notice.
Great,” Red replied. - But how did it happen then that he avoids you and not me?
He's not avoiding me!
Since he was five or six years old, he didn’t let you into his room. He himself was ready to change the bed linen, as long as you didn’t come to him. He almost never brought friends over, didn’t admit their names, and didn’t even talk about how he spent his day at school. Go away, mom, he said, don’t bother me, don’t interfere, don’t breathe down my neck. And that book with pictures - well, which he couldn’t stand, which he tore up, remember? Where the little rabbit, in order to escape, wanted to turn into a fish, into a cloud and the like, and the mother rabbit insisted that she would turn into the same thing - and after him! Denny tore every single page out of this book!
This is absolutely not…
Are you wondering why it turned blue? That is, he didn’t, but it’s as if he did, since it occurred to him to stun us with this, so do you know why? I'll tell you. It's always about the mother. Damn, you know, mother!
What? - Abby cried. - It's ridiculous, outdated, retrograde and... unfaithful theory! I won't even answer anything.
However, she said so much.
What about your father then? If you follow your medieval views. What about the builder father, a tough macho man, who just kept telling his son: “Don’t be a coward, be a man, don’t whine about trifles, it’s better to climb on the roof and nail the slate!”
Slate is not nailed down Abby.
So what about the father? - she repeated.
Okay, okay! That's who I am. Worst dad in the world. It's too late, you can't fix it.
There was silence for a moment, and a car could be heard driving past.
I didn't say that you worst.
Well... - Red muttered.
They were silent.
Abby then asked:
There seems to be a number that you can dial to find out who called last?
“Star sixty-nine,” Red responded immediately and cleared his throat. - But you won’t?..
Let me remind you that the conversation was interrupted by Denny.
“It’s because you hurt him,” Abby said.
If I had offended him, he would have waited to hang up. I wouldn't have left her like that right away. And it was as if he was just waiting for that. He literally rubbed his hands in anticipation when he made his confession. So right off the bat he gave everything away. I wanted to tell you something, he says.
Previously it was “to me need to I have something to tell you.”
Well, yes, something like that.
But still, what?
Is there a difference?
- Yes, There is.
Red was silent for a second. Then he whispered thoughtfully:
I have to tell you something... I need to tell you something... Dad, I would like to... - And gave up: - I don’t remember.
Dial “star sixty-nine”, please.
I still can’t understand why he needs this? He knows that I'm not homophobic. Hell, I even have a gay drywaller at my job. Which Denny is well aware of. I don't understand why he thought to anger us with this. I mean, I'm certainly not happy. You wish your children as few difficulties in life as possible. But…
Phantom Press Whitshanks have always surprised us with their cohesion and subtle specialness. It was a family that everyone envied in a good way. But like every family, they also had a secret, hidden reality, which they themselves were not really aware of. Abby, Red and four grown children have in their luggage not only wonderful memories of joy, laughter, and family holidays, but also disappointments, jealousy, and carefully guarded secrets. In the novel by Anne Tyler, one of the best modern writers, the story of three generations of one family unfolds - touching, but not at all sentimental, dramatic, but funny, very deep, but simple. Anne Tyler is sometimes called the northern Fanny Flagg, but her stories are much closer to the stories of A.P. Chekhov - subtle, sad and funny and incredibly deep. She tells them in a quiet, slightly mocking voice, and they resonate in your soul for a long time, you think about them, and own life appears in a new light - much more filled with meaning. Some books flash with dazzling fireworks, but quickly go out, leaving behind a black sky in which rare but real stars shine - among them the novels of Anne Tyler. Enna Tyler is a Pulitzer Prize winner, and her novel A Spool of Blue Thread was nominated for the Booker Prize in 2015. Press about the book An elegant and deep, sentimental and ironic comedy mixed with drama. Anne Tyler transforms a sitcom into something significant, disturbing and full of meanings. Her obvious literary gift is aimed at the very heart American dream. Her new novel that even angels have a dark side. She is truly a great novelist, wise and with an amazingly subtle sense of humor. New York Times Book Review Once again, Anne Tyler proves that the lives of an ordinary middle-class family can be the subject of a great novel of ideas. Her heroes are so ordinary, so familiar, it seems that they really live in the next house, but looking at their ordinary life, you want to close your eyes from the powerful existential radiance. Los Angeles Times "A Spool of Blue Thread" is a family drama in the truest sense, but after reading it you feel as if you have understood something very important, the very essence of life. A novel about lost travelers who spend their entire lives looking for the way to home, but it is in their souls. Wall Street Journal True literary charm. So simple and so cool. Tyler has been the best chronicler for many, many years. family life. Washington Post A well-crafted, elegantly simple novel. One can only hope that Anne Tyler will delight us more than once with her charming, ironic, smart stories. NPR.org Among living novelists, there is no one who writes more insightfully and ironically than Anne Tyler. Baltimore Sun It's amazing how Anne Tyler makes you believe every word she says, every action of her characters. She repeats this amazing trick from book to book. She writes as if the characters are members of your own family. Even the best of modern writers cannot compare with her in this. And in the way that through the sadness and melancholy of her story, uncontrollable joy suddenly breaks through. The Guardian A gentle, touching, but also causticly sarcastic novel about how each family is both happy and unhappy in its own way. Associated Press Tyler's genius as a novelist is not to judge his characters. The writer trusts the reader to decide and make judgments. The novel is thoughtful, intriguing, and has excellent humor. Boston Globe Anne Tyler has a huge following. And she did not disappoint their expectations with any of her novels. And with “A Spool of Blue Thread” she probably surpassed it, because it is one of Tyler’s best, if not the best, novel. From almost comedy to high family drama, this book sometimes takes your breath away. Richmond Times Dispatch Tyler tenderly unravels the threads of three generations of one family. An intimate, psychologically verified story - a portrait of ordinary people, when you look into it, you begin to see many oddities, meanings, and depth. The book is about how something huge, beautiful and frightening is hidden under the surface of an ordinary life. About Magazine A novel about love and the tension that binds us. Gawker Maybe it's best novel, which you will read this year. Beautiful, funny, tragic, and sometimes almost unbearably bitter. Chicago Tribune Anne Tyler ranks with Alice Munro and Jonathan Frazen. She is a chronicler of our time. US Today Leo Tolstoy wrote that all happy families are equally happy. Anne Tyler confirms this observation, but to what extent? great feeling humor. Here is an author who, even fifty years after the publication of her first book, demonstrates excellent writing form. Her prose is so polished that it literally shines from the pages of the book. Anne Tyler makes fiction high literature. Houston Chronicle What a wonderful, natural writer. Anne Tyler knows all the secrets of the human heart. Monica Ali Anne Tyler's books are like meeting a dear old friend. It's very special. Rachel Joyce A delightful treat for those readers who appreciate subtlety in books. Tyler, a Pulitzer Prize winner, is a master of gentle comedy and low-key drama. The Independent Anne Tyler's books are more exciting than spine-tingling thrillers. I don't know another writer who would write with such precision about real life and whose works would be just as free from TV clichés and Hollywood cliches. Anne Tyler's novels are organic food for the soul. Mail on Sunday I've been reading Anne Tyler's books for twenty years now and she's never let me down. Tyler has a remarkable gift for taking the mundanity of family life and turning it into something extraordinary. She brings out that unusual, tragic, funny thing that is hidden under the ordinary. Tyler does this again and again with hypnotic force. She's amazing. Vanessa Berridge, Express
