SaturdayKnopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2006 M04 11 - 304 páginas NATIONAL BESTSELLER • The Booker Prize winner and bestselling author of Atonement follows an ordinary man through a Saturday whose high promise gradually turns nightmarish in this “dazzling [and] powerful” novel (The New York Times). Henry Perowne—a neurosurgeon, urbane, privileged, deeply in love with his wife and grown-up children—plans to play a game of squash, visit his elderly mother, and cook dinner for his family. But after a minor traffic accident leads to an unsettling confrontation, Perowne must set aside his plans and summon a strength greater than he knew he had in order to preserve the life that is dear to him. Don’t miss Ian McEwan’s new novel, Lessons. |
Contenido
Sección 13 | 172 |
Sección 14 | 237 |
Sección 15 | 248 |
Sección 16 | 253 |
Sección 17 | 257 |
Sección 18 | 270 |
Sección 19 | 272 |
Sección 20 | 290 |
Sección 9 | 100 |
Sección 10 | 129 |
Sección 11 | 142 |
Sección 12 | 161 |
Sección 21 | 291 |
Sección 22 | 292 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Al-Qaeda Alexis Korner anaesthetic machine anaesthetist ball Baxter says Baxter's hand blues brain breathing close comes corner court Daisy Daisy's dark door dressing drink Euston Road eyes face father feels feet floor front fuck glass goes Gower Street Grammaticus head hear Henry Perowne Henry's Ian McEwan Iraq jacket Jay Strauss kisses kitchen knife light Lily listening London Marathon look minutes monkfish mood morning move neurosurgeon never Nigel night patient perhaps Perivale Perowne says Perowne's plane poem Post Office Tower pulls remember road Rodney Rosalind round Saddam Saturday shoulder side sitting sleep smile sound Spearmint Rhino square squash stands Street takes talk tell theatre Theo Theo's There's thing thought tion Tottenham Court Road touch turns voice waiting walk wall watch what's window
Pasajes populares
Página 291 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 290 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 290 - The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. 5 Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, 10 At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and...
Página 290 - Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
Página 15 - It's already almost eighteen montbs since half the planet watched, and watched again, the unseen captives driven through the sky to the slaughter, at which time there gathered round the innocent silhouette of any jet plane a novel association. Everyone agrees, airliners look different in the sky these days, predatory or doomed.
Referencias a este libro
A Story of Her Own: The Female Oedipus Complex Reexamined and Renamed Nancy Kulish,Deanna Holtzman Vista previa limitada - 2008 |
About Time: Narrative, Fiction and the Philosophy of Time Mark Currie Sin vista previa disponible - 2007 |