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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. Elizabeth Stone, Professor of Poetry has recently got the all-clear after a battle with cancer and is looking at her life and her contribution to the literary cannon. She stumbles on an idea looking at an Eliot manuscript at the British Library, and deciding to follow it up, in hopes of finding an original, unmined theory, she has to return to her old college and cannot avoid meeting again her own Professor of Poetry when she does so. I really enjoyed this second novel by Grace McCleen (I now have her debut novel in the pile). It’s my kind of thoughtful literary novel. A tone I enjoy, and skilfully written. The disquisition on sound in poetry being as relevant as meaning, and communicating despite meaning, was interesting, and I will now certainly return to Eliot and his Four Quartets. However, I have to admit that I preferred the first half of the novel to the second, and found the ending quite predictable. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
Elizabeth Stone, a respected academic, has a new lease on life. In remission from cancer, she returns to the city where she was a student over thirty years ago to investigate some little-known papers by T. S. Eliot, which she believes contain the seeds of her masterpiece; a masterpiece that centres on a poem given to her when she was eighteen by the elusive Professor Hunt... But as the days pass in the city she loves and her friendship with Professor Hunt is rekindled, her memories return her to a time shadowed by loneliness, longing and quiet despair, and to an undeclared but overwhelming love. Paralysed by the fear of writing something worthless, haunted by a sense of waste, Elizabeth Stone comes to realise she is facing the biggest test of her life. As in her acclaimed debut The Land of Decoration, Grace McCleen gives an intense evocation of place, an unflinching portrayal of a character by turns comic, absurd, and disturbing, and a powerful sense of the transcendent within the ordinary. Profound and hypnotic, The Professor of Poetry devastates even as it exhilarates and echoes long after it has been closed. No library descriptions found. |
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The professor’s project occupies her every waking moment. She has no family—her mother died years before
Even when Professor Stone learns she has as an aggressive brain tumour, she thinks only of getting back to her research project. To give you an idea of her thinking and writing, here are Elizabeth’s observations when the diagnosing neurologist shows her images of the mass in the right frontal lobe: to her it appears “nestled like a downy bird in the whorls of her cerebellum, a dense white mass the size of a plum.” For one thing, the cerebellum is nowhere near the right frontal lobe. It is located at the back of the brain underneath the temporal and occipital lobes, while the frontal lobe, as its name suggests, is at the front of the brain, behind the forehead. For another, I don’t know about you but to me comparing a tumour to “a downy bird” is fanciful, precious, and just weird. In any case, this is indeed a remarkable malignant growth, for it not only has the seeming capacity to travel within the confines of the skull—from front to back, it also possesses the magical ability to fully respond to treatment and completely vanish
McCleen’s plot is almost as thin and unbelievable as her heroine. The skeletal storyline is, however, abundantly padded with descriptions of the sea, the sky, the clouds, the rain, and the sights, sounds, and smells of Oxford. Furthermore, there are many pages dedicated to Elizabeth’s thinking and research on her project, some sections that deal with her backstory (her early childhood by the sea with an anguished, book-loving mother, apparently suffering from debilitating rheumatoid arthritis), and numerous scenes in which Elizabeth is in the presence of the chain-smoking Edward Hunt, a kind of wiry Mr. Rochester with unusual tufted hair. Elizabeth’s overwrought sensibility rivals that of the heroine of a gothic novel. Branches can’t move in the wind without upsetting her stomach. While there are occasional passages of fine writing and the author sensitively portrays certain psychological states, more often than not the novel feels bloated and unwieldy. Its conclusion
So why did I read this book? Years ago, I was impressed with McCleen’s debut. This second novel of hers has been sitting on my shelf for a long time and I’m doing some pandemic clearing-out—i.e., I’m reading and eliminating stuff that’s just taking up space. This claustrophobic and oppressively dense novel will be exiting the house shortly. ( )