Je suis en retard comme pas possible sur mes lectures de 2022, MAIS je viens de finir le court et tout à fait délicieux The sound of a wild snail eating qui m'a enchanté et que je conseille.
Et avant, le bien moins court mais non moins délicieux A Prayer for Owen Meany. J'essaye de lire un John Irving par an, pour en profiter et ne pas me lasser des répétitions, mais n'en ayant pas lu l'an dernier, je vais ptêt m'en autoriser deux :)
J'veux dire, Irving il pond des trucs comme:
"Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you, and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory, but it has you"
"Owen Meany, who rarely wasted words and who had the conversation-stopping habit of dropping remarks like coins in a deep water pool of water... remarks that sank, like truth, to the bottom of the pool where they would remain, untouchable"
Et puis la page d'après:
"Ethel is no better company than a fire hydrant"
"I have no doink theory as adamant or hopeful as Simon's"
"Owen was afraid of nuns. "THEY'RE UNNATURAL""
Et bien plus encore. Bref, du rire aux larmes, le tout à travers des personnages tout à fait crédibles dans des situations parfaitement improbables.
"I fall asleep listening to the astonishing complexity of a child breathing in his sleep - of a loon crying out on the dark water, of the waves lapping the rocks onshore. And in the morning, long before the child stirs; I hear the gulls and I think about the tomato-red pickup cruising the coastal road between Hampton Beach and Rye Harbor; I hear the raucous, embattled crows, whose shrill disputations and harangues remind me that I have awakened in the real world, in the world I know, after all."