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Alan Lightman
Ghost
Inglese · Tascabile
Spedizione di solito entro 2 a 3 settimane (il titolo viene stampato sull'ordine)
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Zusatztext "Elegantly provocative. . . . Fine and deeply thoughtful fiction."— Los Angeles Times "Supple. . . . Engaging. . . . A substantial achievement."— The New York Times Book Review “Fascinating. . . . Brilliant. . . . Explores the liminal state between knowledge and belief.”— The Washington Post Book World “Powerful. . . . Looks at the spirit that moves us.”— Boston Globe Informationen zum Autor Alan Lightman Klappentext A stunning new novel about an ordinary man's encounter with the extraordinary, from the author of Einstein's Dreams .David Kurzweil, a quiet man with modest ambitions, was taking a break at his new job, when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something no science could explain. Suddenly David's life is changed, and he soon finds himself in the middle of a wild public controversy over the existence of the supernatural. As David searches for an explanation, we embark on a provocative exploration of the delicate divide between the physical and the spiritual, between science and religion as only Alan Lightman could provide. Combining a beautiful narrative with provocative ideas, Ghost investigates timeless questions that continue to challenge the truth as we know it.I saw something. I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It’s been a week, but I still have that awful image in my mind. It burns. I close my eyes, and I see it. I open my eyes, and I see it. But . . . where are the words to describe it? I feel nauseated. I stare at the glass of water on my desk, wanting to drink. I stare at the glass of water. The flat top of the liquid looks so strange to me now, a silver ellipse, quivering like my stomach, trembling with each tiny vibration—my nervous foot tapping on the wood floor, a voice in the next apartment, my breath. I need to settle myself. I haven’t slept well for a week. In bed, I lie awake and think. My hands are shaking. I can barely write. Now I’m looking at my hands, wrinkled yellow skin, veins crossing and branching. I feel dizzy. I can’t look at my hands anymore. Where can I rest my eyes? I see a pencil, stubby and blunt like a dull knife. How can something happen that isn’t possible? I don’t know. Black is white. White is black. Up is down, down is up. Perhaps I imagined it. I think that I saw something impossible. Am I crazy? I’m not crazy. Let me calm myself and figure out how to say this. I’ll pick up the dull knife of a pencil and write. For breakfast this morning, I had a fried egg and two slices of dry toast, like anyone else, what little of it I could keep down. Before that, I shaved. I dressed. What else can I say? Just at this moment, I’m sitting at my desk by the window. I can look outside and see the street in front of my apartment building, children kicking a red ball back and forth, houses, mailboxes, garbage cans, a glass bottle in the grass, a laundry line with damp clothes draped over it. Isn’t that just normal life? Or I could turn around in my chair and look at my room. I’ll do that. I see a bookshelf and books, some wedged in sideways. I see my bed, half covered with the quilt my ex-wife gave me. I see a standing brass lamp with a crooked linen lampshade. A box of crackers on the table, cracker crumbs. A glass of water on my desk, this pencil, this pad of paper.k The Pythagorean theorem, I still know: The square of the hypotenuse equals the sum of something or other. It has to do with the sides of triangles. Would a crazy person at age forty-two be able to remember anything about the Pythagorean theorem? I’m beginning to feel dizzy again. The nausea comes in heaving cartwheels. My hands. I can’t write. I should just breathe slowly. Breathe. Breathe. Let me read what I’ve written. Okay. My eyesight is good. I mention eyesight because I think I should list all the relevant factors. You see something weir...
Dettagli sul prodotto
Autori | Alan Lightman |
Editore | Vintage USA |
Lingue | Inglese |
Formato | Tascabile |
Pubblicazione | 14.10.2008 |
EAN | 9780375713439 |
ISBN | 978-0-375-71343-9 |
Pagine | 256 |
Dimensioni | 133 mm x 205 mm x 15 mm |
Serie |
Vintage Contemporaries Vintage Contemporaries |
Categoria |
Narrativa
> Romanzi
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