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Thursday, 29 April 2010


This is one of the most jaw-dropping book I have ever read, for both the writer's invention and the the way the story and the events are told. It was not love at first sight - or first reading, in this case - because I didn't like much the beginning of the novel; too much descriptions and digressions at the beginning kill the reader's interest. But I recognise that it is one of the best among the 12 books. To be really honest, I think now that I may have been somehow shocked by what I discovered and read. And Powell goes very, very far, and he gives all peculiar details.
My goal is still want to comment carefully and precisely each volume of the saga - and I want to start with the first one - when I have time to go back to my notebook, and write something serious about them. That's why I haven't said much about each novel yet.

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  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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