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Sarah Winman "Still Life" (2021)
Novel, largely set in Florence in the 1950s/60s.
Novel, largely set in Florence in the 1950s/60s.
Lovely Book. Wonderful. It made me cry and I can't remember the last time a book did that to me. Not just once, but repeatedly. And not because of anything tragic or sentimental - I can't work out what/why exactly, but something about the characters must touch me deeply.
The book begins in 1944 with two English women, former lovers now irritated companions, on the outskirts of a Florence still partially occupied by the retreating Germans. This begins to develop interestingly, but then the book shifts to a pub in a gritty part of London for some sixty pages and I wondered whether to continue as I got used to the new characters. However, then the action shifts back to Florence and the book takes off somehow. There's a wonderfully light touch about the writing with the occasional surprising shaft of humour. At times there's an element of magical realism but this is so subtly done it's barely noticeable. I loved it and as soon as I finished, I started it again, and even found myself crying again, but in different places.
It's very rare for me to read "a Sunday Times Bestseller", but my wife read it and loved it so much I had to read it myself.
The book begins in 1944 with two English women, former lovers now irritated companions, on the outskirts of a Florence still partially occupied by the retreating Germans. This begins to develop interestingly, but then the book shifts to a pub in a gritty part of London for some sixty pages and I wondered whether to continue as I got used to the new characters. However, then the action shifts back to Florence and the book takes off somehow. There's a wonderfully light touch about the writing with the occasional surprising shaft of humour. At times there's an element of magical realism but this is so subtly done it's barely noticeable. I loved it and as soon as I finished, I started it again, and even found myself crying again, but in different places.
It's very rare for me to read "a Sunday Times Bestseller", but my wife read it and loved it so much I had to read it myself.
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