Henry Smart is back, to close the accounts. All those who competed at the very least. Everything else to others. After the bomb news from yesterday that rages for the network (and is blithely ignored by the media) I tried to relax with the last days of dear Henry, the hero of the sad-eyed and sharp tongue.
Needless to say, closed the last page, I could not to sleep for a while, risucchiatto entries from Ireland, with a thousand accents, and cries of those who can not withstand the growing contempt towards Aleria, that ice is normalized and lightly packed.
There will be space for this book in libraries? For this trilogy torrential, with its ups and downs, still unable to vibrate from the bottom those who draw near?
Doyle takes us back in Ireland after tent'anni jazz and grasslands, managing to farcene attravaersare another fifty with an intensity that verges on the unbelievable.
Try to explain the Irish question of the last century. Try to think you should go back to four to include the beginning of those struggles. Doyle, in a paragraph is explained:
Already in the earlier novels, especially in the good first chapter, we provided more jobs in that side, compared to the unfolding of history. Among sewers, campaigns, alleys and taverns to monitor the course of the action with the omnipotence of those tireless, always on the edge riamanendone, between the vomit of the rejected moves last steps to bring to death a drop of splendor, truth humanity.
But this time the omnipotence of the past must give way to what previously could only catch the rebound. As the Italian title to focus on heroic dell'inossidabile Herny Smart (whose significance is still questionable ), the original English version leaves no way out: it speaks of defeat, a Dead Republic.
Compared to the previous chapters, this time we are witnessing the slow tightening of a body and a mind that can no longer sustain the passions that fueled the fire. The goal to which we have to get used to that page after page di un vecchio, costretto ad affrontare una realtà non così diversa da come l'aveva lasciata, con occhi via via più estranei e disillusi.
Tra un vuoto di memoria e l'altro, scopre le dinamiche di cui è stato artefice e burattino, dovendo accettarsi non più come Vecchio intorno a cui tutto ruota, ma come semplice comparsa in un mondo, in un paese, più grandi di lui, nonostante siano da lui fortemente simboleggiati.
Il titolo in italiano, perciò, nonostante si discosti totalmente da quello originale, risulta ancor più potente e significativo. La vita di Henry è stata quella di un eroe di altri tempi. Intorno a cui tutto ruotava e su cui ogni cosa si reggeva. Il deus ex machina If of himself.
Back home, however, will be forced to recognize an image of past times, good only to boost political opinion, national identity around the definition of which everything revolves, with its aftermath from mythologeme.
same time, the hero will prove to be emptied in a position to continue to fight, to leave their mark, to put their skills to the service, for what is around him more closely than in previous novels and was just able to glimpse.
A deep reflection on humanity, the concept of a hero, on sociability and written about Ireland with his usual skill. Great conclusion of una splendida trilogia, da cui, anche senza essere descritti, i personaggi strabordano e prendono vita.
Un Doyle ad altissimi livelli.
Needless to say, closed the last page, I could not to sleep for a while, risucchiatto entries from Ireland, with a thousand accents, and cries of those who can not withstand the growing contempt towards Aleria, that ice is normalized and lightly packed.
There will be space for this book in libraries? For this trilogy torrential, with its ups and downs, still unable to vibrate from the bottom those who draw near?
Doyle takes us back in Ireland after tent'anni jazz and grasslands, managing to farcene attravaersare another fifty with an intensity that verges on the unbelievable.
Try to explain the Irish question of the last century. Try to think you should go back to four to include the beginning of those struggles. Doyle, in a paragraph is explained:
wars could be won or lost, or just ended: the struggles but never ended. The wars were horrible, but a struggle was always noble - especially when the enemy was one of the great armies of the world and your were just a hundred men and women. And when the source could be traced back to the past, going to Vietnam, the Second World War and the War of Independence , up to the 1916, and if necessary go back even further reaching the Fenians, the Great Famine and Irish together, the spades and wigs of the French Revolution, Cromwell and Drogheda to to Elizabeth, the first colony, and the landing of the Normans in 1169 , and then forward again through Cromwell to return to Thatcher. In 1985, the fight had lasted eight hundred and sixteen years.An "all-indiero then straight ahead" a few lines that even the most inexperienced in Irish history, it can feel the exhausting heavy.
Already in the earlier novels, especially in the good first chapter, we provided more jobs in that side, compared to the unfolding of history. Among sewers, campaigns, alleys and taverns to monitor the course of the action with the omnipotence of those tireless, always on the edge riamanendone, between the vomit of the rejected moves last steps to bring to death a drop of splendor, truth humanity.
But this time the omnipotence of the past must give way to what previously could only catch the rebound. As the Italian title to focus on heroic dell'inossidabile Herny Smart (whose significance is still questionable ), the original English version leaves no way out: it speaks of defeat, a Dead Republic.
Compared to the previous chapters, this time we are witnessing the slow tightening of a body and a mind that can no longer sustain the passions that fueled the fire. The goal to which we have to get used to that page after page di un vecchio, costretto ad affrontare una realtà non così diversa da come l'aveva lasciata, con occhi via via più estranei e disillusi.
Tra un vuoto di memoria e l'altro, scopre le dinamiche di cui è stato artefice e burattino, dovendo accettarsi non più come Vecchio intorno a cui tutto ruota, ma come semplice comparsa in un mondo, in un paese, più grandi di lui, nonostante siano da lui fortemente simboleggiati.
Il titolo in italiano, perciò, nonostante si discosti totalmente da quello originale, risulta ancor più potente e significativo. La vita di Henry è stata quella di un eroe di altri tempi. Intorno a cui tutto ruotava e su cui ogni cosa si reggeva. Il deus ex machina If of himself.
Back home, however, will be forced to recognize an image of past times, good only to boost political opinion, national identity around the definition of which everything revolves, with its aftermath from mythologeme.
same time, the hero will prove to be emptied in a position to continue to fight, to leave their mark, to put their skills to the service, for what is around him more closely than in previous novels and was just able to glimpse.
A deep reflection on humanity, the concept of a hero, on sociability and written about Ireland with his usual skill. Great conclusion of una splendida trilogia, da cui, anche senza essere descritti, i personaggi strabordano e prendono vita.
Un Doyle ad altissimi livelli.
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