What he was after was something smaller, a landscape, his own, from which he could view a mystical sunset, and where he might capture that fabled rayon vert, that brief streak of light before the darkness closed in.
Strangers, Ch. 7
What he was after was something smaller, a landscape, his own, from which he could view a mystical sunset, and where he might capture that fabled rayon vert, that brief streak of light before the darkness closed in.
Sometimes Brookner strikes me as quite Rohmerian. Much bleaker, of course, and perhaps even truer to life, even though I find Rohmer one of the 'truest-to-life' filmmakers there are. But Hotel du Lac could have been an exquisite Rohmer film, for example. (Le rayon vert, of course is one of Rohmer's films.)
ReplyDeleteVery good to hear from you. Thank you for the recommendation.
DeleteI am simultaneously discovering Brookner and the contents of your blog and I was not sure if it's the done thing to comment on posts as old as this one, but there it is. I've just started on The Next Big Thing...
ReplyDeleteWho knows what the done thing is in this arena?! Comments are always welcome. They reassure me I am not merely talking to myself. The Next Big Thing is probably my favourite. When I read it in 2001 when it was published I thought it was merely a late novel 'for the fans'. Now I see its true daring and verve. The depths of the suffering, the voluptuousness of the writing.
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