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  • ebook
  • 200 pages
  • La Sposa Giovane
  • Alessandro Baricco
  • Romanian
  • 04 February 2016
  • 9786067790726

10 thoughts on “La Sposa Giovane

  1. Marc Marc says:

    It took a while before I had made up my mind whether I liked this book or not due to the 'oddness' of this book It starts with the title “the young Bride” in Italian I read this in Italian “La Sposa giovane” that is clearly a nod to one of the Italian classics the first great Romantic novel of the 19th century “The Betrothed” I promessi sposi by Manzoni That is immediately setting the bar high or at least pretending to do soThe setting in which Baricco places the story is a bourgeois family with an unnamed Father Mother Daughter Son and Uncle and a very old servant Modesto the only one who bears a name he’s also the most human one The intriguing thing is that this family seems to live the perfect life everything is arranged to perfection and everyone knows their place But soon alarm bells are ringing the family seems to have an obsession with night and death because it appears that all former family members died at night never during the day; therefore every morning the relief is so great that extra attention is paid to breakfast which is juggled until 3 o'clock in the afternoon and for the same reason books are also forbidden because there is no need for palliative drugs as a sarcastic comment that can countThen suddenly the Fiancé the young bride shows up at the doorstep an 18 year old girl; 3 years before she conuered the heart of the Son of the family and promised to return when she had reached the proper marriage age Problem the Son is in England now or at least the Family thinks so; but no problem he will return any time At this point of the story the author Baricco himself? has already come into the picture several times in discussion with friends about what he is writing and for the sake of fun he occasionally changes the 3rd storyteller's point of view with the perspective of the Fiancé herselfWhat follows is a bizarre succession of fairly explicit erotic scenes focussing on the initiation of the Fiancé an initiation taken in hands by both the Sister the Mother and the Father At least a strange affair no? Meanwhile the waiting for the Son continues or rather it becomes doubtful that that Son will ever show up I will not of course reveal the outcome and to be honest it does not seem to matter that muchWhat is important is that the author of this writing again pops up in the novel a few times and at a certain point it appears that his almost finished manuscript of this book has been lost; but no worries he just puts it on paper again out of his memory a version that according to him is “ pure” And also very bizarre scenes keep popping up on a regular basis such as that of the Uncle who is not really an uncle who while sleeping cooks and serves an exuisite dinner for the Fiancé after which they have pretty fierce sex yes him sleeping all while Il faut le faire the French sayIn short Baricco seems than ever to have done his best to make it clear to the reader that a writer really matters in literature and that if he feels like it he simply presents the most extraordinary things to the reader who has to accept them as a basic part of the story Perhaps this is a late revenge of Baricco on all those literary experts who have declared the author irrelevant In this sense the very last sentence of this novel I ask the uestions here is like Baricco not the Fiancé is talking to usPersonally I really don't like this kind of virtuoso postmodern experiments; I just don't care But I have to concede that the word virtuoso is in place Alessandro Baricco can really write and if he wants can create the most brilliant scenes in beautiful Italian by the way So a bit cowardly I’ll go for an average score 25 stars

  2. Christian Christian says:

    While reading this novel I felt as if I was dreaming Between realities at times everything flowed effortlessly A wonderful dream

  3. ☕Laura ☕Laura says:

    Ummmm Hmm I'm not sure what to say Baricco is one of my absolute favorite authors but I really didn't get this book at all I really don't know what else to say It was so strange and I'm sure I'm just missing the whole point but it didn't work for me

  4. Greta Greta says:

    Maybe I expected her to reopen the map of the Earth and show me where I was I knew that if she did she would do it with a particular beauty in her gesturesOne can tell it's Baricco by merely flipping through the pages of this book I loved the narrative I loved the choice of words I loved those short sentences that carry the great weight and make you hold your breath for a little while The story is gripping and captivating but it also contains a certain slowness; it's enthralling mystical very erotic and everything is told with such graceWhile there were a few details or scenes that seemed unnecessary while reading it all fitts so well in the end I wouldn't cross out a single word However we might strive to seek elegant or artificial explanations for all of us our origin was written in our bodies in characters engraved with fire whether it was the imprecision of a heart the scandal of reckless beauty or the brutal necessity of desire Thus we live in the illusion that we are putting back in order what the humiliating or marvelous act of a body has thrown into disarray In a final marvelous or humiliating act of the body we die All the rest is a useless dance made memorable by wonderful dancersI should have thrown away everything that the woman I loved so much had left behind but how do you do it it's like a shipwreck a lot of things of all kinds remain floating on the surface in these cases You can't really clean up And you have to hold on to something when you can't swim anyWe have an incredible force with which we give meaning to things to places to everything and yet we can't secure anything it all goes back to neutral right away borrowed objects fleeting ideas feelings as fragile as crystal Even bodies the desire of bodies unpredictable We can bombard any piece of the world with all the intensity we're capable of and an hour later it's newly reborn You can understand something know it thoroughly and it has already shifted it knows nothing of you it has its own mysterious life which takes no account of what you've made of it Those who love us betray us and we betray those we love We can't secure anything believe me When I was young trying to explain to myself the mute sorrow that clung to me I was convinced that the problem lay in my incapacity to find my path but you see in reality we walk a lot with courage intuition passion each of us on our own just path without errors But we leave no traces I don't know why Our footsteps leave no imprint Maybe we are astute swift mean animals but incapable of marking the earth I don't know But believe me we don't leave traces even in ourselves Thus there is nothing that survives our intention and what we construct is never built

  5. Edita Edita says:

    So in order not to die she took refuge where she knew she would find the last line of resistance to disaster She forced herself to think about the Son But think is a reductive word to define an operation that she knew was uite complex Three years of silence and separation were not easy to retrace So much distance had accumulated that the Son had long since stopped being for the young Bride an easily accessible thought or memory or sentiment He had become a place An enclave buried in the landscape of her feelings which she couldn’t always find again Often she set off to reach it but got lost on the way It would have been simpler for her if she could have had available some physical desire to hold onto in order to scale the walls of oblivion But desire for the Son—his mouth his hands his skin—was something it wasn’t simple to return to She could distinctly summon to memory particular instants in which she had desired him even in a devastating way but now staring at them it seemed to her that she was staring at a room in which in place of colors little pieces of paper were stuck to the walls with the names of the hues written on them indigo Venetian red sand yellow Turuoise It wasn’t pleasant to admit but it was so For that reason following the traces of physical desire wasn’t often for the young Bride the best system for finding the road that led to the hiding place of her love Occasionally she preferred to dig out of her memory the beauty of certain phrases or certain gestures—a beauty of which the Son was a master She found this beauty intact then in memory And for a moment this seemed to restore to her the spell of the Son and bring her back to the exact point at which her journey aimed But it was an illusion than anything She found herself contemplating marvelous objects that still lay in the cabinets of distance impossible to touch inaccessible to the heart So the agonizing sense of ultimate loss was mixed with the pleasure of admiration and the Son grew even distant almost unapproachable now In order not to truly lose him the young Bride had had to learn that in reality no uality of the Son—or detail or marvel—was now sufficient to enable her to cross the abyss of distance because no man however loved is enough by himself to defeat the destructive power of absence What the young Bride understood was that only by thinking of the two of them together was she able to sink into herself to where the permanence of her love dwelt intact She went back then to certain states of mind certain ways of perceiving which she still remembered very well She thought of the two of them together and could feel a certain heat or the tone of certain nuances even the uality of a certain silence A particular light Then it was given to her to find what she sought in the definite sensation that a place existed to which the world was not admitted and which coincided with the perimeter marked by their two bodies kindled by their being together and made unassailable by their anomaly If she could reach that sensation everything became harmless again Since the disaster of every life around her and even of her own was no longer a danger to her happiness but if anything the counterpart that made still necessary and invincible the refuge that she and the Son had created loving each other They were the demonstration of a theorem that refuted the world and when she could return to that conviction all fear abandoned her and a new sweet confidence took possession of her There was nothing wonderful in the world

  6. Shari Strong Shari Strong says:

    I've gone back and forth on this one three stars or four? Let's say 35 There's so much here that I loved at the top of the list a complete upending of expectations concerning POVnarration—done not just for the sake of art and of playing with conventions but as a part of the actual story I was at first puzzled and then intrigued by this approach and ultimately I loved it As for the story itself there's a blend of genres here gothic erotic magical realism I appreciated the blurring of lines I did sense that alongside the eroticism there was a real sweetness to the tale and that the author intended for his female characters to embody a strong empowered woman sexuality But that's not exactly how the story landed for me—not across the board anyway—and I still feel uncertain about the novel overall A strange and compelling tale that I imagine will strike all kinds of readers and each individual reader in all sorts of ways

  7. Tessa Tessa says:

    It was an unexpectedly bad book Very similar in concept to the way Russians write Jumping from one scene to the other then getting back to the old scene while they bored you to death in that additional scene that you though had a point but in truth it didn't as it told you only half of the storySo yeah I consider this author to be one of my favorites but this book is clearly a miss From the rewires I see here I understand I'm not the only one who thought thatThe story felt like the book of the writing of the book and although the idea was somewhat interesting the execution was not to my liking

  8. Candi Sary Candi Sary says:

    This little Italian novel is as beautiful as it is challenging I couldn't put it down and even when I reached the end I wanted to read it all over again It's bizarre and seductive and while the story itself is elusive the power of the novel is remarkable

  9. Jordan Pickard Jordan Pickard says:

    remarkable in every way

  10. Shari Shari says:

    wwwthenextgoodbookcomThe Young Bride by Alessandro Baricco174 pagesWhat’s it about? A young bride of eighteen returns after three long years to marry the man she loves He is away from home so she awaits his return with his very unusual family What did it make me think about? This book was lyrical magical erotic and almost always just beyond my grasp I felt like I was reading through uicksand and almost always a hair’s breath away from totally understanding what the author was getting atShould I read it? Mmmm I wish someone else would read this book so I could discuss the many things I am perplexed about Patience will be reuireduote “He had to tell me that the weave of destinies that the loom of our families had worked on for years had been made with a primitive animal thread And that however we might strive to seek elegant or artificial explanations for all of us our origin was written in our bodies in characters engraved with fire whether it was the imprecision of a heart the scandal of reckless beauty or the brutal necessity of desire Thus we live in the illusion that we are putting back in order what the humiliating or marvelous act of a body has thrown in to disarray In a final marvelous or humiliating act of the body we die”

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La Sposa Giovane[BOOKS] ✮ La Sposa Giovane By Alessandro Baricco – Cu magia delicateţea şi virtuozitatea dintotdeauna ale artei sale Alessandro Baricco propune în Mireasa tânără o neobişnuita poveste de dragoste între doi tineri meniţi unul altuia încă din Cu magia delicateţea şi virtuozitatea dintotdeauna ale artei sale Alessandro Baricco propune în Mireasa tânără o neobişnuita poveste de dragoste între doi tineri meniţi unul altuia încă din copilărie recreând în acelaşi timp o lume gata să se năruie Critica italiană La Sposa PDF/EPUB ² a plasat romanul în seria cărţilor de mare succes ale autoruluiÎn aşteptarea Fiului rătăcitor care i a fost hărăzit drept soţ Mireasa tânără este iniţiată în arta iubirii în scene de un splendid erotism difuz Alături de ea în centrul naraţiunii lui Baricco trăieşte un personaj colectiv Familia Fiului cu figuri paradoxale de un pitoresc rar întâlnit din rândul cărora se detaşează Unchiul şi servitorul Modesto La răstimpuri însă îşi face apariţia un personaj improbabil şi surprinzător naratorul ale cărui nelinişti se materializează în povestea însăşi conferind cărţii aura reflecţiei asupra meseriei de a scrie.

About the Author: Alessandro Baricco

Alessandro Baricco is a popular Italian writer director and performer His novels have been translated into a wide number of languages and include Lands of Glass Silk Ocean Sea City and Without Blood His theatrical monologue Novecento was adapted into film La Sposa PDF/EPUB ² titled The Legend of He currently lives in Rome with his wife and two sons.