By David Plante
An unique and radiant novel approximately grief, obsession, and the necessity for that means from the writer of The Family, a finalist for the nationwide publication Award.When his younger son dies in a freak coincidence, Gerard struggles to discover a cause within the smallest of info, together with the scrap of paper containing the Sanskrit alphabet that's discovered on the website. Latching directly to this ultimate “clue,” he delves into the origins of Indo-European alphabets, his fascination taking him to England, Greece, and eventually, to an historical web site within the Syrian barren region the place the alphabet used to be born a few 4000 years in the past. alongside the way in which he meets different grieving mom and dad, who accompany him on a trip that extends past ancient wisdom and correct into the center of affection and loss.
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Jean-Aubry had the excellent idea of organising a few lectures which I delivered in London. He seized the occasion of my visit, which coincided with the fixing of a commemo rative medallion on the house where Verlaine stayed in 1872, Howland Street, Tottenliam Court Road. It was a little ceremony noteworthy, on account of the cold weather then prevailing, by the heterogeneous assembly which attended it, among which were observed a somewhat puzzled police man, a few passers-by and sundry witnesses, more or less interested in the question.
Beardsley highly appreciated the work of the French painter, of whom he spoke with great interest and wonderful intelligence. I very clearly remember Beardsley's extremely delicate, sad, and distinguished features. I believe I can also recollect having had a long chat with Mr. Gosse about Mallarme's poetical art and poetry. I have a recollection of a monologue of an hour and a half. MOI The windows of Mrs. Pennell's apartments overlooked the Thames. Between their conversations the guests enjoyed an admirable view of the river and of the blue expanse on a June night.
Things of a nauseating red, masses of a delicate pink or of a deep and sinister purple lay there.... I recognized with horror the dreadful heap of viscera and entrails of Nep tune's flock, which the fishermen had thrown into the sea. I could neither flee nor endure what I saw, for the disgust caused by that charnelhouse struggled in me against my sense of the real and exceptional beauty of that confusion of organic colors, of those ignoble trophies of glands from which bloody wisps still trailed, and of pale and quivering pouches held by invisible threads beneath the polished surface of the perfectly clear water, while the infinitely slow movement in the limpid depths sent an almost imperceptible golden shimmer over all this shambles.
ABC by David Plante