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Cargando... Every Contact Leaves A Trace: A Novelpor Elanor Dymott
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. I enjoyed the first half of this book. The author creates some wonderful image - the protagonist, Alex, comparing himself, at a time of immense confusion, to a tapestry, held in a frame, with shuttles rattling above and below him, and threads running back and forth beneath his skin particularly sticks in my mind. I liked the way the story gently unfolds, not in a completely chronological order, but as Alex remembers events, making the book feel almost like a conversation. Unfortunately, this method can inevitably only tell half the story, and so it is that halfway through, rather than being the Alex's memories, we get the protagonist telling us a version of events that was described to him by someone else. This second half, as a result, feels somewhat laboured, and towards the end of the book, I found myself getting annoyed with the slow pace things seemed to move over the last 30-40 pages. I also found myself getting annoyed with the characters, with whom I had no sympathy or empathy. We are given snippets of information about the central couple, Alex and Rachel, perhaps aimed at explaining the behaviours leading to the events in the story, but we are not told enough, we are left hanging. There are numerous references to a significant event in the Alex's childhood, but we never discover what actually happened. Do we need to know? Perhaps not, perhaps it is enough to know it, and other events, impacted on the Alex's emotional growth, but with so many references to the events, some further information would be better. I liked this even though the pace is glacial. I mean, seriously, I think my hair grew about two inches whilst reading it. It's kind of a murder mystery and kind of a coming-of-age story in a university town - so many elements that appeal - plus a truly unreliable narrator. I would have liked one more twist and thought it could have even gone a bit darker than it did. But sheesh, so slow. Niets verdwijnt is als recensie-exemplaar bij mij op de deurmat gevallen. Gisteren in begonnen, maar wat verschrikkelijk langdradig. Ik moet alle zeilen bijzetten om door het boek heen te komen. De hoofdrolspeler Alex vertelt zoveel en gebruikt zoveel zijwegen om in te slaan, dat er geen vaart meer in het verhaal zit en je door de bomen het bos niet meer ziet. En ja.....ik moet nog 300 bladzijden..... Una storia ammantata di mistero sulla ricerca puntigliosa della verità. Una domanda perseguita il giovane protagonista, la cui bella moglie è stata brutalmente assassinata: chi era veramente Rachel, quanto conosceva di lei nonostante il profondo legame che li univa? La vicenda si sivluppa nelle stanze quiete e nei giardini dell'università di Oxford ed è narrata con una meticolosità e un gusto per il dettaglio che ricordano la prosa di Mc Ewan. Il romanzo è pervaso da tristezza e struggimento per il suo scandagliare nel profondo il senso di perdita quando perdiamo ciò che amiamo. sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
"This is more than a murder mystery. It's an examination of the subjectivity of accounts of truth. It's a desperately moving love story about a lonely man who finds salvation in another only to have the idyll destroyed. Finally, it's a tale of revenge, served cold and deadly." --The Independent Elanor Dymott's gorgeous debut tells the story of Alex, a solitary lawyer who has finally found love in the form of his beautiful wife, Rachel. When Rachel is brutally murdered one midsummer night on the grounds of their alma mater, Worcester College, Oxford, Alex's life as he knows it vanishes. He returns to Oxford that winter, and, through the shroud of his shock and grief, tries to piece together the mystery surrounding his wife's death. Playing host to Alex's winter visit is Harry, Rachel's former tutor and trusted mentor, who turns out to have been involved in almost every significant development of their relationship. Alex also turns to Evie, Rachel's self-centered and difficult godmother, whose jealousy of her charge has waxed and waned over the years. And then there are her university friends, Anthony and Cissy, who shared with Rachel her taste for literature and for the illicit. As he delves further into the mystery surrounding her death, Alex discovers in Rachel's wake a tangled web of sex and jealousy, of would-be lovers and spiteful friends, of the poetry of Robert Browning, and of blackmail. Brilliantly written and suffused with eroticism, mystery, and a hint of menace, Every Contact Leaves A Trace introduces a stunning new voice in contemporary fiction. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Alex is a well-to-do solicitor in London. having studied law in Worcester College in Oxford. Richard, a well-to-do barrister, was almost the first person Alex met in Oxford and since they had the same tutor they saw a lot of each other. At Richard's wedding, Alex was seated at a table with Rachel, another former student at Worcester. Alex was rather smitten by her when they were in school and, at the wedding, they feel a mutual attraction. This attraction turns into something deeper and they are soon married. Then, on midsummer night while they are visiting Rachel's old tutor in Worcester, Rachel is brutally murdered. Six months later the police are no closer to solving the crime and Alex has had to take a leave of absence from work to deal with his grief. Rachel's old tutor, Harry, invites Alex to Oxford and promises to pass on some information that may clarify matters. Over the course of several days, Harry tells Alex a different version of events than he told the police and he leaves it up to Alex to decide if the police should be informed. The information paints a picture of Rachel that Alex never suspected.
The unveiling of the perpetrator wasn't much of a surprise to me; what puzzled me was why this would not have been deduced by the police as well. Obviously, Inspector Morse wasn't on the case. ( )