I live in Lima, Peru, and Wilder has captured its complexities perfectly - the age of which he speaks still extending its feelers into current Lima society. The novel is sharply observed, kind and forgiving, and often extremely funny.Just take this paragraph: "There was something in Lima that was wr...
[b:The Bridge of San Luis Rey|92508|The Bridge of San Luis Rey|Thornton Wilder|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1348937011s/92508.jpg|3128581] was such a touching book. The book starts out with this "rope" bridge breaking and 5 people dropping to their deaths. This was witnessed by a priest named Br. ...
Spotted on wanda's profile.On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five travellers into the gulf below.This is another one of those shrug reads that gets no-one nowhere and reads like conjoined parables where there is little in the way of a lear...
My particular version is 1950 READERS UNION LIMITED; 198 pagesMarch themeForeword by the author - Historical reconstruction is not among the primary aims of this work.This opens with Caesar bitching about being overlord to extensive domain and population yet restricted by the gods, priests and their...
While I like Wilder's writing style, which to me seems fairly fresh considering how old it is, this story didn't compel me. I did get through it, but it took a while, as every other book I was reading took precedence. I found it hard to care about rich and powerful (okay, maybe only in their own min...
Gosh. I don't like giving it a 3, but any chance at a 4 was ruined by a weak ending. It's certainly a readable novel; good pace and all that. It's not preachy, though it could have been. And I enjoyed reading about Peru back in the day.
Five people are killed when a small bridge breaks in Peru. A priest investigates the lives of the five people to try to understand why these five were killed.
original readings:The Matchmaker & The Skin of Our Teeth May, 1982 and January 2018I was on a kick looking for monologues in his short plays and got into reading the longer ones as well.Our Town June, 1982, June, 2015(I was Emily Webb. I can still remember a hell of a lot of those lines)
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