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Cargando... The Birth of a Grandfatherpor May Sarton
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This is the story of the Wyeth family, set in Cambridge, Massachusetts (and in the summer, Maine): the very old, who are looking back; Sprig and his wife Frances, who are finding their way in the midst of youthful hopes that refuse to fade away; and the young, embarking on adulthood, sometimes with anger. As Sprig struggles to reach past his reserve so that he can be there for his wife and children, and for a friend who needs him, the other characters likewise find their way to what self-fulfillment means. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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The death of the friend becomes the catalyst and key for Sprig to realize that change does not have to be threatening, that it can be positive, but also that relationships require work and do not flourish and take care of themselves. Sprig finally realizes, with respect to his son, that "...the guilt of unconsciousness was the only unforgivable sin", i.e., the inability or the unwillingness to consider and feel an issue from another person's perspective. And the death of his friend--doomed, but fighting to squeeze every ounce of life left to him, alive in a way that Sprig never felt himself to be--throws into relief and realization, for Sprig, the value of the life and the loves that he does have. As Sprig realizes in the end, after he has been "born" as a Grandfather and revels in it: "'Love, love' he murmured aloud. It meant to him a long struggling birth, which would perhaps never be finished. And that, too, seemed good. The unfinishedness. The sense of all the years ahead".