The Elegance of the Hedgehog
An enchanting New York Times and international bestseller about life, art, literature, philosophy, culture, class, privilege, and power, seen through the eyes of a 54-year old French concierge and a precocious but troubled 12-year-old girl. A moving, funny, triumphant novel that exalts the quiet... show more
An enchanting New York Times and international bestseller about life, art, literature, philosophy, culture, class, privilege, and power, seen through the eyes of a 54-year old French concierge and a precocious but troubled 12-year-old girl. A moving, funny, triumphant novel that exalts the quiet victories of the inconspicuous among us.
Publish date: 02-09-2008
Publisher: Europa Editions, Incorporated
Edition language: English
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, Adult Fiction
, Literary Fiction
This reminded me of those friends (we all have them, hey even SNL does a skit about them) that go out and get really drunk and try to pontificate about 'brilliantness. There is something in here that some may have a taste for; it just repelled me, and almost at the first sentence. It was written in ...
"This book is the total package: with it’s beautiful language and philosophical ramblings, it still manages to have heart, and be funny and sarcastic."See full review at:http://sometimesjenniferreads.wordpress.com/2012/03/02/february-in-translation/
Where do I begin? Do I start by saying that this was the most frustrating thing I've ever read since Interview with the Vampire? Do I admit that I missed Louis de Pointe du Lac and his inane babbling about life and salvation? I sure did. Here the two protagonists are incredibly unlikeable. Arrogant,...
I was listening the first 3 chapters of the audio book and just couldn't continue. The concierge character was bearable, but the child, the spoiled annoying besserwisser brat... I just couldn't go on. May be some other time.
Rating: 3.5* of fiveThis book is a delightful disappointment, a hugely successful failure, a predictable page-turner.Since I read a translation by novelist Alison Anderson, whose "Hidden Latitudes" I read ten or so years ago and quite liked, any comment I make on the writing of this book is misplace...