The time is the eve of the World War II. The place is Alexandria, an Egyptian city that once housed the world's greatest library and whose inhabitants are dedicated to knowledge. But for the obsessed characters in this mesmerizing novel, their pursuits lead only to bedrooms in which each seeks to... show more
The time is the eve of the World War II. The place is Alexandria, an Egyptian city that once housed the world's greatest library and whose inhabitants are dedicated to knowledge. But for the obsessed characters in this mesmerizing novel, their pursuits lead only to bedrooms in which each seeks to know—and possess—the other. Since its publication in 1957, Justine has inspired an almost religious devotion among readers and critics alike.
Publish date: July 12th 1991
Pages no: 256
Edition language: English
, European Literature
, British Literature
, Historical Fiction
, Literary Fiction
, 20th Century
, English Literature
Series: Alexandria Quartet (#1)
I made it to part 2...and did not finish it. Too pretentious and the way the women were characterized was deplorable. No thank you. SO disappointed.
Dedication: To EVE these memorials of her native cityOpening: The sea is high today, with a thrilling flush of wind. In the midst of winter you can feel the inventions of spring.Beautiful writing going on here. P.21 phthsic definition: 1. Variant of phthisis.2. Archaic Any illness of the lungs or th...
Concise Summary:The book is difficult. Words such as immoral sophistry and highbrow drivel come to mind. The last part induced me to raise the rating from one to two stars. In this part Lawrence Durrell switches from excessive philosophizing to a resolution to the "characters" egotistical behavior. ...
I will need to reread this again, perhaps, if I am smart, after I finish the fourth volume...
Durell's _Justine_ is well written, and I like his central conceit of a portrait of a person as the portrait of the landscape. The narrator looks back on his relationship with Justine and the people in her orbit, jumping around chronologically. It reminds me of a cubist portrait, all happening at on...