A Time for Everything Tapa blanda - 2009 - 1st Edición

Extracto

Antinous had been born in 1551 at Ardo, a small mountain town in the far north of Italy, where in all likelihood he remained until he began to study in 1565. Apart from one particular event, to which he was to return time after time for the rest of his life, little is known about his early years. The names of his parents and native town do not figure anywhere in Antinous’s writings, and, as they are otherwise characterized by a large amount of biographical detail, this early obscurity has aroused the curiosity of many readers. But if one is to attempt to understand Antinous, it isn’t to the inner man one must turn.

Reseñas en medios

The writing glows with an intense awareness of the here and now, and loving observations of landscapes and objects . . . this is an extraordinary novel, and completely original. —The Independent

Knausgaard joins the ranks of the greatest storytellers of our time. His glittering prose is purposeful, precise, and poetic. . . . There can be no doubt about his extraordinary talent: only the work of a master can be thought-provoking on so many levels yet retain a lightness of touch. —Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung

The breadth of the history of ideas in Knausgaard’s second novel has a span like the wings of an archangel and brings together Old Testament psychology with modern deconstruction . . . Knausgaard’s insight into Cain’s love and his battle against ignominy are described in masterly psychological prose. —Politiken

There is little doubt that Knausgaard had written himself into literary history. —Dagens Naeringsliv

…this strange and serious novel of ideas is an admirably imaginative contemporary reinterpretation of characters whose odd, splendid appearances in Christian mythology are made all the more mysterious for being matter-of-fact and never fully explained. —Metro UK

A marvelous book. . . . Knausgaard's most evident strength as a writer is his gift for minute description, especially of nature, but also of the human psyche. . . . The descriptions of forests, floods, streams, fields, and Henrik Vankel's secluded island are ravishing and . . . create the feeling that we are being transported, again and again, into some primordial world. —Ingrid D. Rowland, The New York Review of Books

It may well become a cult novel. —The Guardian

Citas

• New York Times Book Review, 10/14/2010, Page 71