Monday, August 23, 2010

Egg White Discharge On Day Of Period

*** A mansion under the influence ****

Contemplating the river that runs silently, it admires the pink and white lilies in bloom. A strange silence voices speak to us bass, greet the person who spends a nod. We dare to cry, laugh. The trees themselves are standing still, some of their branches are reflected in the placid water. Mood disorder enough to finish reading the novel by Sarah Waters, The Junk .

The first time he entered Hundreds Hall, the narrator is ten years. Her mother works as a nanny. Colonel Ayres, his wife and their daughter Susan living in the mansion. All three "were a lovely family. "These are important people in the region. The house sits almost unreal as its majestic architecture impresses ... Thirty years later, the narrator became Dr. Faraday, his parents are dead, the Second World War is over. Coventry rebuilt. Called to the mansion to care for an illness of their young servant, the narrator is amazed its ramshackle appearance. There live more modestly than Mrs. Aydes, Roderick, his son, Caroline, his daughter. Ruined, they have no resources other than their farm products. The colonel died of a ruptured aneurysm, Suzan diphtheria. Fascinated by the decay due to the war, Dr. Faraday imagined the splendor that once lit up the family home, forging close ties with its occupants. As as the plot unfolds its golden son, later to lead, is still hostile and benevolent character. Like Mrs. Aydes, Roderick and Caroline, the manor hides its secrets in heavy wet walls, its creaky floors, its frayed fabrics, objects obsolete. The stone-carved pieces whole stand. Weed invades the stairs split. Fleeting impressions portrayed by Dr. Faraday, which gradually turn into an evil being exhausting. "The house is greedy, greedy. She defends herself against intruders from outside. Spiteful, she attacks the three residents, inventing sticky shadows, creating frightening specters. The past springs from all sides, like a hereditary madness, a collective hysteria that camouflages falsely everyday life. Her mother and brother out of reach, Caroline hides behind a growing concern hard work, pushing for no apparent reason as he dedicates the love Dr. Faraday.

It is impossible to describe fully, and this would be a shame, a story so haunting, masterfully conducted by Sarah Waters. Only English writers manage to cross with as much creativity and talent of the frontier separating the tangible reality of fantasy. We love the descriptions almost Balzac, while lace, places captured by Dr. Faraday. The author's careful gaze is divided between historical facts and social degradation of a changing century. Sarah Waters we permeates the atmosphere that prevailed once reckless in some middle-class families, victims of unpredictable WWII. The tragic events that shook the mansion annihilate the memory of revelry, showing fashionable neighborhood relations. Silencing the rumors that occur each day revealing more about Hundreds Hall is reason enough to save the pride uniting these creatures threatened with extinction. Fire and water, and rustling rustling mingle with the panting of the house, that oppressed protagonists stumbling in the ruts poisoned ... Dr. Faraday tells a spectator helplessly naive, disasters that occurred three years earlier. It still does not understand the forces that destroyed abject Hundreds Hall, as if the mansion had harbored harmful beings who would turn against the building until the brambles, ivy and other plants devouring the choke in turn .

Roman dense and captivating as he wrote it more today. Actors arisen from a bygone world have adapted to the modern era of the postwar period. Hundreds if Hall has protected the contemporary needs, the mansion has awakened consciences footprints regret evil, evil omens stigmatized. What Caroline has been very appreciative, confident Dr. Faraday she had no place in England. Stone and mortal flesh collided, each experiencing the irreversible failure of its painful mysteries. The undesirable, returning childish, is it not refuse to keep their eyes open to his own downfall? Waive away sooner or later "something" unknown, one day or another, hit hard? Read

to realize that the old man, we can not bear to be disturbed. Defy the laws of balance we deport adventures beyond contingency, assured, we met Lewis Carroll, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, this tale precursors Funky fabulous and terrifying!

Note the original presentation of the book. Hard cover, untrimmed sheets, sepia tones. All matches perfectly with the melancholy tale of coming off.


The Junk, Sarah Waters
Translated of English (United Kingdom) by Alain Defossé
Editions Alto, Quebec, 2010, 584 pages

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