Showing posts with label jostein gaarder. Show all posts
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Friday, 6 August 2010

Foreign Language Friday: Through a Glass, Darkly by Jostein Gaarder

Dear Blog,
This is going to have to be a really, really short review because I'm going on holiday soon and I've hardly packed anything.

Name: Through a Glass, Darkly (originally published as I et speil, i en gåte)
Written by: Jostein Gaarder
Originally Published in: Norwegian
Translated by: James Anderson
Summary (from Goodreads): As Cecilia lies ill in bed and her family prepare for Christmas, knowing she will not recover, an angel steps through her window. But Ariel is no ordinary angel - at least, he does not conform to conventional ideas of what an angel looks like and says. He likes nothing better than to sit around and chat about life, death and the universe. Through a Glass, Darkly is a springboard for a spirited and thoroughly engaging series of conversations between Cecilia and her angel.
As the weeks pass and winter turns to spring, subtle changes take place in the relationship between Cecilia and her family, as she swings from feelings of anger and denial, hope and despair, to a calm acceptance of her lot. She is preparing to leave...

Review: Jostein Gaarder is probably my favourite non-English language author.  With good reason.   He writes about  life, (occasionally) love, and the universe with such wonder and excitement it really opens your eyes.  In some of his books you can almost tell, "ah, yes, he's thinking about this as he writes." and Through A Glass, Darkly is one of those such novels.
The book is almost entirely made up of dialogue between Cecilia and an angel named Ariel. Cecilia's ill and, although you never actually find out what disease it is that keeps her in bed all the time, with nothing much else to do she and Ariel spend night after night talking about the mysteries of heaven and Earth.  Anyway, it's as if Jostein himself is asking these questions, just thinking them himself, and then answering them.  It makes for an interesting read. 

Through A Glass, Darkly is to my mind what bridges the gap between Jostein's books  Hello? Is Anybody There? and Sophie's World.  Even though I read the latter when I was ten and really liked it, by the 1800s my brain felt like it had been in a blender on the most powerful setting and I couldn't remember who had said what when and who had disagreed with them.  Anyway, Through a Glass is very vague as to who it was actually written for- kids? teens?  Adults?  Maybe all three.  It's pretty family-friendly, I guess, without any violence, bad language or anything overly sexual (sorry if you picked this up expecting those things).  Don't let that put you off- it still makes you think.

So it doesn't really have a plot as such; Girl meets angel.  Girl and angel talk.  Girl dies (which we sort of know she will from the very beginning).   Despite that, in a quiet and gentle sort of way, it leaves you with a lot to think about.    I think it would make an excellent play;  made by one of those indie theatre companies, with just five people or so performing in a tiny little theatre, with just one set of scenery.  I can imagine it now.  When my Norwegian improves further than   "Jeg forstår ikke, jeg bare snakke litt norsk, men jeg lærer " * I shall have to write a letter to Mr. Gaarder and suggest this. 

I don't know why but Cecilia got on my nerves a bit at the start of the book.  Perhaps it was just because her exact age wasn't given, and I just imagined her older than she really was, but she seemed slightly immature.  Ariel, though, was a great character, and I liked him more than some other angels I could mention *cough* Patch from Hush Hush *cough cough* .  Mostly because he was friendly, and not a scary violent stalker.  If you're ill in bed at Christmas time, Ariel is the sort of angel you'd like to meet and to discuss life and the universe with. 

So, well, although it isn't my favourite Gaarder book, I still enjoyed it.  It reminds me a little of The Book of Everything in that everybody and anybody from nine to ninety would like it.  Hmm. What was lacking, then?  Well, it wasn't as "ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in Space!" as Sophie's World, and not as romantic as The Orange Girl.  It was kind of short, and, well, call me bitter when I say that the ending was predictable if you like.    I'm still glad I read it though, and of a dark winter's night it will keep you busy.

In three words: curious, eye-opening, sweet. 
Recommended for:
Rating: 3.5

*and sorry if I said that wrong or that sentence posesses more grammatical errors than stars in the sky, but honestly, how much Norwegian does a British teenage girl normally speak?  Unless they have Norwegian relatives of course.

Friday, 4 June 2010

Foreign Language Friday: The Orange Girl

Dear Blog,
before I get on with Foreign Language Friday, I should say to everybody who've come here from the Book Blogger Hop over at Crazy For Books.  Yay for book blog hopping!
Now onto Foreign Fiction Friday.  Today I'll be reviewing The Orange Girl by Jostein Gaarder, which I mentioned briefly  on an Armchair BEA post.  I've decided that I really ought to talk about it in more depth, though this itself will have to be quick because it's 10:30 and I need to get a late-night bowl of cereal before going to bed (I'll post this review tomorrow)

Name: The Orange Girl (first published as Appelsinpikenl)
Written By: Jostein Gaarder
Originally Written In: Norwegian. 
Translated By: James Anderson

Summary (from Goodreads): At fifteen, Georg comes upon a letter written to him by his dying father, to be read when he comes of age. Their two voices make a fascinating dialogue as Georg comes to know the father he can barely remember, then is challenged by him to answer some profound questions. The central mystery of The Orange Girl is the story of an elusive young woman for whom Georg’s father searches in Oslo and Seville—and whom Georg finally realizes is his mother. This is a thought-provoking fairy-tale romance imbued with a sense of awe and wonder.

Review: I am a BIG fan of Gaarder's.  I first started devouring his novels when my grandmother gave me a copy of Sophie's World when I was nine or ten (I was the sort of strange child who had Dickens read to her as a bedtime story). I read it and loved it, even though it took me a week and a half to read and admittedly by the time it had got to the 18th century I was getting a little confused and didn't really *get* it, I loved it anyway.  So when I saw a copy of The Orange Girl at Waterstones I bought it and devoured it in a couple of hours, and it's my favourite so far of all the  Gaarder books I've read.  But why?  Why, in my opinion, does a 160-paged love story beat a 490 paged novel about the history of western philosophy? For one thing, I think aforementioned 490 paged novel is a little hard to swallow in one go, but, well, to my mind it's more than that.

I love The Orange Girl mostly because of its simplicity mixed with Gaarder's ability to open your eyes to the world.  You finish his books feeling slightly wiser, your eyes opened ever so slightly more to the wanders of the universe, whatever they might be.  In this case, fathers, sons, oranges, love, art, trams, Oslo, Seville, etc.  I was particularly excited about the Oslo and Seville part because I've been to both places (When I saw the trailer for the film, I yelled,  "I've been there!").  
Although Sophie's World should be a book everybody has to read at some point in their life, The Orange Girl ought to be on that list as well.  Yes, it's probably too sweet and happy for some, but at the same time it's quite deep as well, with many more meanings behind the simplistic plot, and it still manages to have plenty of surprises.

There are three main characters: Georg, his father, and the elusive and mysterious orange girl.  I won't give away who the orange girl actually is  because that would spoil the element of mystery.  But, well, without giving her away she's very much the mysterious girl-you'll-never-meet-again type.  So it's awesome that Georg's father goes after her instead of staring at her until she gets slightly creeped out and walks away. He has the guts to follow her, to find out where she's from, and though it borders slightly on obsession, when they actually fall in love it makes me sigh in a happy sort of way.
Georg himself appears to be the "main" character, and he's nice enough, I suppose.  He doesn't seem as real as his dad, who we travel alongside in the story. We're on the tram with him the first time he encounters the Orange girl, and the courtyard in Seville with him when they reunite.  but the real story is all about Jan Olav (his dad).  We watch Georg; we live with his dad. 

Despite the moments of philosophical wonder, it is somewhat syrupy sweet, simplistic and joyful.  As a fan of apocalypse novels and other such grim stuff, I find it nice to read something happy now and again.  Other readers might not feel the same way.  But, well, let this joyfulness not be a problem!  It's a quick read, but you'll finish it feeling a little wiser than you were at the start.

I read a review which said that apparently with many references to places in Europe, and translated into British English, it may seem "awkward for the American reader".  All I can say is, sorry, neighbours,  but we must put up with books in American English with references to places in the US.  Not that this seems to be a problem this side of the pond because we're used to it. Anyway, let that not be a flaw in the story. 

Summary: Everybody calls it a "fairytale" and, well, it is.  It's a nice enough read, not with the same mind-blowing "wow!  ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in Space!" (you have to read it to get that) element to it.  Still worth a read for all Gaarder fans old and new, young or old.  Rating: 3.75, with 1 and a quarter  knocked off for the simplicity and happiness, which some people might not like. 

Sunday, 11 April 2010

In My Mailbox (1)

Dear Blog,
my first In My Mailbox.  I'm supposed to tell you it's hosted by The Story Siren so, well, it's hosted by The Story Siren.  I can't believe that I've been blogging for about five years and I've only just discovered what memes are (memes, e.g IMM=on a certain day each week you write a post on that topic)
Ironically I didn't actually get any books "in my mailbox".  Neither did I get any "in the post", as I say.  Though they're both the same thing I got neither.  But I did get:

FROM THE LIBRARY
PhD: Phantasy Degree by Hee-Joon Son
A Swift Pure Cry by Siobhan Dowd
Alice in Love & War by Ann Turnbull
Big Woo! by Susie Day
Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin


BOUGHT
from the Prospect Hospice charity shop.  The total price for all 3 books was only about £1.50.  Dissapointingly, 2 of them were in the  20p box and had "20 PENCE" scrawled across the front.