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Indlæser... The Doll (2015)af Ismaîl Kadaré
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At the centre of young Ismail's world is the unknowable figure of his mother. Naive and fragile as a paper doll, she is an unlikely presence in her husband's great stone house, with its hidden rooms and infamous dungeon, and is constantly at odds with her wise and thin-lipped mother-in-law. She is not without her own enigmas, and she fears that her intellectual son-- who uses words she doesn't understand, publishes radical poetry, falls in love freely and seems to be renouncing everything she embodies of the old world-- will have to exchange her for a superior mother when he becomes a famous writer. No library descriptions found. |
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"After the first defeats of the Doll's army, as I liked to think of her resources in this battle - flowers, music, gypsies and all the rest - she called upon her secret weapon, her last hope: the superiority that came from her wealth. But this too was defeated."
And as her son becomes a successful writer, moving in realms far beyond the comprehension of his mother, we see her frantic efforts to keep a part of him, as he moves on, choosing his own wife and leaving her behind. (This bit so resonated, as a mother of adult sons "yeah, Mum, whatever!" with a smile and roll of the eyes.)
The family move to an apartment in Tirana. I was struck by a description of a journey to fetch the furniture:
"At the Kelcyra Gorge, the copper baklava tray fell out. As I dozed, I heard it clang as it fell into the ravine...In my groggy state, it seems as if I thought that old tray, so loyal to the house, did not want to enter service outside it, and had decided it was better to hurl itself into an abyss than be used in this way."
This won't, I think, leave the lasting impression of Kadare's novels - Broken April and The Traitor's Niche are pretty powerful reads- yet conveys a sense of a family and a place and time. ( )