All the Names
Senhor José is a low-grade clerk in the city's Central Registry, where the living and the dead share the same shelf space. A middle-aged bachelor, he has no interest in anything beyond the certificates of birth, marriage, divorce, and death that are his daily preoccupations. In the evenings and... show more
Senhor José is a low-grade clerk in the city's Central Registry, where the living and the dead share the same shelf space. A middle-aged bachelor, he has no interest in anything beyond the certificates of birth, marriage, divorce, and death that are his daily preoccupations. In the evenings and on weekends, he works on bringing up to date his clipping file of the famous, the rising stars, the notorious. But when he comes across the birth certificate of an anonymous young woman, he decides that this cannot have been mere chance, that he has to discover more about her. Under the increasingly mystified eye of the Registrar, a godlike figure whose name is spoken only in whispers, the now obsessed Senhor José sets off to follow the thread that leads him to the unknown woman-but as he gets closer to a meeting with her, he discovers more about her, and about himself, than he would have wished. The loneliness of people's lives, the effects of chance and moments of recognition, the discovery of love, however tentative-once again José Saramago has written a timeless story.
Publish date: October 5th 2000
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Pages no: 238
Edition language: English
Zmarli żyją w naszej pamięci. Kiedy zapominamy umierają powtórnie. A może pamiętając nie pozwalamy im odejść. Przypadek sprawił, że bezbarwne i monotonne życie pięćdziesięcioletniego kancelisty, pana Jose, zmieniło się w trochę rozpaczliwą a trochę zabawną, próbę wyrwania się ze szponów samotności. ...
I tried. I really did. I adore Henry James. I'm not against verbosity. But I need more dialog, and more action. It took me 3 sessions to get 45 pages in and I gave up. Sorry. I'm sure it's profound or something, but I'm giving it a miss.
I listened to this so I would not have to deal with the lack of punctuation, and yet the never-ending sentences were still unavoidable. On and on and on with lists of details that I found boring. This is a philosophical treatise, or should I say pure sophistry?! Yes, I get what the author is saying ...
Non c’è tempo e non c’è spazio, solo un filo d’Arianna che consente di penetrare il labirinto e tornare indietro.In una città sconosciuta, si trova la Conservatoria Generale dell'Anagrafe. La prima fila di tavoli, parallela al bancone, è occupata dagli otto scritturali a cui compete ricevere il pubb...
I enjoyed this quite a bit despite the typos to be found at every turn in the Kindle edition (not the fault of the author, just a sloppy post-OCR conversion review) and the author's peculiar handling of dialogue, which turned the book into huge, never-ending blocks of text. But I'm a sucker for this...