Chiara luce del giorno

Chiara luce del giorno In Una Decrepita, Grande Casa Della Vecchia Delhi, Si Ritrovano, A Distanza Di Anni, Due Sorelle Non Pi Giovani, Bim E Tara La Prima, Nubile, Rimasta A Vivere Nella Casa Di Famiglia Mentre La Seconda Ha Sposato Un Diplomatico E Vive Da Anni Negli Stati Uniti La Casa E Il Giardino Sono Lo Spazio Concluso Entro Il Quale Si Svolge Tutta La Vicenda Nella Veranda Dove Oggi Conversano Le Protagoniste, Si Muovono E Conversano Gli Altri Membri Della Famiglia, Coloro Che, Ora Animandola, Ora Frustrandola, Hanno Segnato L Infanzia Delle Due Donne Sullo Sfondo Che Permea Tutta La Storia Familiare, L India Subito Dopo L Indipendenza, Il Dramma Della Partizione E Dei Profughi, I Massacri Di Mussulmani E Hindu, Il Giorno Dell Assassinio Di Gandhi

Kiran Desai, is the winner of the 2006 Booker prize.

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  • 250 pages
  • Chiara luce del giorno
  • Anita Desai
  • Italian
  • 24 December 2019
  • 9788806174330

10 thoughts on “Chiara luce del giorno

  1. says:

    It s startling when I collide into a book like this, one which silently commands me to follow its gaze into the abyss within and without and then casts a mocking glance my way, challenging me to take it apart piece by piece Theme Plot Imagery Structure Backdrop Sociopolitical significance I dare you to deploy words, sentences, phrases to probe the uncharted depths of my insight into the workings of the human psyche I dare you to remain inoculated against the power of this terrible and magnificent vision I create with these delicate brushstrokes, lush colours of a luminous childhood and the smoke grey splotches of thwarted desires, it says. And I look away in mortification Because how can I The room rang with her voice, then with silence In the shaded darkness, silence had the quality of a looming dragon It seemed to roar and the roar to reverberate, to dominate To escape from it would require a burst of recklessness, even cruelty. It is not a hitherto unencountered feeling This deep, reverential love for an author who makes her words throb with a dull, suppressed ache for the wounds of humanity and transfer that same stir to a reader s blood and bones And yet I tremble with the childlike joy and disbelief of an enthralled votary confronted with the spectacle of the divine for the very first time Unable to articulate my awe, I stare with a kind of inexplicable longing and admiration at this flawless rendering of a way of life long since discontinued Feel the pulse of an agonized city helplessly witnessing the inextinguishable fires of communal hatred consuming its most cherished values Bow my head in silent benediction for a love that spans across years and continents, stretches itself to the breaking point yet resiliently staying intact, always, always aware of its core, its root, its starting point It seemed to her that the dullness and the boredom of her childhood, her youth, were stored here in the room under the worn dusty red rugs, in the bloated brassware, amongst the dried grasses in the swollen vases, behind the yellowed photographs in the oval frames everything, everything that she had so hated as a child and that was still preserved here as if this were the storeroom of some dull, uninviting provincial museum. Anita Desai s enchanting prose poetry reproduces the perfect musical cadences of Urdu couplets and Eliot s Four Quartets , seamlessly uniting vignettes from a family s past and present caught up in the swirl of a rapidly altering sociopolitical milieu, that mirror the fate of a modern nation struggling to maintain its grip on high ideals in an age of eroding values At once an examination of blood bonds and an elegy for a city futilely resisting the currents of irreversible change, this tour de force is also a haunting, melodious ode to the inevitability of disintegration, to mortality itself It eulogizes the courage of quiet acceptance, regeneration in the midst of decay, and the marvel of eternity nestled within a moment And offers a libation in honour of those unsung heroines who wander through the disorienting maze of life, fearlessly braving storms that wreak havoc, unappreciated, unloved, forgotten, perhaps even misunderstood, but manage to step out into the clear light of day which purges all the darkness lurking in their hearts and ushers in enlightenment and forgiveness, paving the way for a reconciliation, however belated, with the ones they love and loathe with a baffling intensity Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally. Gorgeous Redemptive Affecting And all too real.

  2. says:

    3.5 rounded up to 4 for now.I read this as part of the The Mookse and the Gripes project to revisit the 1980 Booker Prize Shortlist It is the first book I read from the shortlist and I cannot compare it with the other selections I usually write a review right after I finish a book but this time I needed to wait for a while as I did not exactly know how I felt about this novel While at the beginning I did not feel any connection with the writing it slowly grew on me and I ended up agreeing with the Booker jurors that it deserved to be shortlisted for the 1980 prize When I say that it slowly grew on me, I mean that I almost wanted to abandon the ship at some point but something in the writing kept me aboard As my GR friend Hugh wrote in his review, Its strengths are quiet ones his review can be read here I cannot pinpoint what I liked about the novel, maybe there was something in the laziness of the plot, the poetic and mesmerizing prose At its core this is a story about the disintegration of an Indian family at the time of the partition in India The novel starts in the present with the visit of an Indian woman, Tara, to her family home in Old Delhi She travels together with her husband, a diplomat who is not enthusiastic about spending time with Tara s family From the four siblings only two remain in the family home, Bim, the eldest daughter and Baba, the youngest, with special needs The home is unchanged over the years, slowly degrading from the passing of time The familiar stillness of the house is what Tara longs for and in the same time what makes her husband reluctant to stay Tara s visit becomes the perfect opportunity for a series of flashbacks into the siblings childhood and young adult period We learn about each of the four children personality their relationship with each other, the love and conflicts that put a mark on their future Raja is probably the focus of this part Raja, the eldest brother is an aspiring poet and dreams to become a hero His relationship with Bim is very strong in the beginning but starts to deteriorate and culminates with his move to Hyderabad and his marriage with the daughter of their Muslim landlord What touched me the most was the contrast between the hopes the siblings had as children and what they ended up as adults While Bim was the most ambitious and the smartest of all four, she had the less successful future as she had to take care of her brothers, aging aunt and the home after Raja and Tara left As a young woman Tara only wanted to become a mother but she ended up seeing the world and building a demanding social life The sociopolitical situation in India the partition of Pakistan and the murder of Ghandi is there just for background, it does not have a central role in the story As I wrote before, this is a family story, about love, conflicts, anger, frustration and guilt.

  3. says:

    This is my final book from the 1980 Booker shortlist and possibly the one that surprised me most Its strengths are quiet ones at heart it is a family story in which very little happens indeed the Hindu family at its heart is part of the Old Delhi owning class, for whom work was not always a necessity The book deals with siblings orphaned and parted at the time of the partition of India, and specifically the relationship between Bim, who has remained at home partly to look after a younger brother Baba who has learning difficulties, and Tara, who married a diplomat when very young and spends most of her life abroad.In the first part of the story we meet Tara as she returns to her decaying childhood home with her husband, who would rather be with his own family in new Delhi This section is slow moving but necessary to establish the situation, and the tensions within the divided family gradually appear Bim is educated and works as a teacher, and is contrasted with the younger sister Tara, who was an apathetic dreamer as a child but has moved on to better things unlike her ambitious sister Much of the story concerns the elder brother Raja, who has moved away to Hyderabad and married the daughter of their Muslim landlord and former neighbour, creating resentment in Bim who is left looking after the house and what is left of the family The middle two parts are set further back during their shared childhood, and the moving final section which for me moved it into the five star bracket brings them back to the present with a kind of incomplete resolution.Music is a recurring theme Baba spends much of his time listening to old records on a wind up gramophone, the doctor who failed in his courtship of Bim is a violinist who plays western classical music with a mother who sings Tagore s Bengali songs, and a neighbour is an aspiring singer of Indian classical music Poetry is another theme Raja aspired to write Urdu poetry as a teenager and shared his interest in Eliot, Byron and Tennyson with Bim their works are often quoted.Desai s writing is often very powerful she often returns to themes mentioned in passing, for example a cow that drowned by falling into a well, and she draws you into the story mesmerically A very enjoyable book.

  4. says:

    We have passed every day from morning to night in pain,We have forever drunk tears of blood,Truth is, I like reading stories of uprooted and marginalized characters whose search for identities are embedded in a sense or memory of place rich with imagery Maybe for personal reasons I love when books explore the lives of characters who are considered outsiders those who may never fit a cultural expectation due to a myriad of reasons beyond their control Pardon my personal experiences that trickled into this book and later became the highlight of my reading ponder Anita Desai grew up with a German mother in India I grew up with an American grandmother in Liberia we both saw countries take different forms due to conflict I ll try not to digress with my very personal musings For here is a robust story of siblings who grow up similarly, yet each takes a different path to adulthood When the past and present merge, who is ever satisfied with his or her choices, and why is it so easy for another to begrudge a person s path in life Can one ever truly return home A part of her was sinking languidly down into the passive pleasure of having returned to the familiar like a pebble, she had been picked up and hurled back into the pond, and sunk down through the layer of green scum, through the secret cool depths to the soft rich mud at the bottom, sending up a line of bubbles of relief and joy Everything merges As with change, there is a mixture of the old and new Old Delhi and New Delhi There is separation of family, of religion, of culture and then reconciliation The growing upheaval of the family erodes into that of the country or vice versa , when Hindu and Muslim brothers and sisters find themselves at war There is Baba s music which offers him a voice an interspersion of expression, language, and just the right kind of vibe to ease the tension around him There is literature to add nuance to a delicate situation Bim s expensive history books and Raja s poetry Urdu poetry and T.S Eliot , both adding nuance to a delicate situation There is the examination of womanhood and what it means for both Tara and Bim And there are just too many layers of this short novel to even try to explain too many parallel subjects Only a skilled artist combines so many themes into a book less than two hundred pages Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes and wounds in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally There are so many ways to patch together the simplest forms of love and hurt this novel finds such a way Each sibling is an exemplification of some force of life, some measure of change It is just the novel I needed to read on such a day of snow flurries, when the schools have shut down early and the city prepares for a night covered in a blanket of snow.

  5. says:

    A wonderful book set in 20th century India, about family, loss, grief and realisation Raised by a doting poor aunt and neglected by their parents, Bimla, Tara, Raja and Baba grow up in the backdrop of political conflict, their lives filled with poetry and play As they grow older and as life drifts them apart, their house in Old Delhi becomes a monument of times past as the main characters Tara and Bimla struggle to bridge past and present while confronting their failures and disappointments Although a slow read, especially the first half of the story, it is filled with so many beautiful passages that I loved.

  6. says:

    This is a sad book made sadder by the possibility that such fictional families might actually exist anywhere in the world.A family is one s anchor sometimes it also becomes the millstone around one s neck filling the one who goes out ahead in the world with chronic guilt and the one who is left behind with lasting resentment Desai s small unit, torn apart, standing in for a nation partitioned unable to come to terms with its loss The emotional poignancy an astute evocation of childhood making up for the sluggish beginning, I warmed up to it only from the third section onwards The writer tries a new spin on the tired old narrative of the all sacrificing elder sister by showing that we don t get to choose renunciation sometimes it s just thrust upon us.3.5 stars rounded off to 4 because people need to read Anita Desai.Sharing some quotes view spoiler No one, said Bim, slowly and precisely, comprehends better than children do No one feels the atmosphere keenly or catches all the nuances, all the insinuations in the air or notes those details that escape elders because their senses have atrophied, or calcified 173 She could not help noticing Bim s excessive meanness the way she would scrape all left overs onto saucers and keep them for the next meal so that some of the meals that arrived on the table were just a long procession of little saucers with little portions smudged onto them, like meals for a family of kittens Tara felt ashamed of them, knowing how Bakul s fastidious nostrils would crinkle at the sight 171 The mosquitoes that night were like the thoughts of the day embodied in monster form, invisible in the dark but present everywhere, most of all in and around the ears, piercingly audible Bim could hear Tara s voice repeating all the cruel things she had so gently said Do you ever see Dr Dr what was his name and When one is old, one has all kinds of fears, apprehensions 177 Really it was a night of Persian glamour and beauty They should be sitting together in the moonlight, looking together at the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being 184 hide spoiler

  7. says:

    This novel about four siblings in pre and post partition India grew on me The opening pages were so slow, so atmospheric, the setting of Old Delhi was hot and dusty.these are all qualities I often find intolerable Desai is a quality writer Objectively, this is a high quality novel Family relationships are beautifully limned, atmospheres are so well described you feel like you are in the house or on the lawn with the Das siblings Rarely have the gestures and expressions of cats and dogs been so accurately noted Still, I don t know that I would go out of my way to read of Anita Desai The siblings were all so angsty Everyone was fretting nearly all the time.

  8. says:

    This is a beautiful, tender drama about familial love and loyaly, coping and forgiveness It tells the story of contemporary India and the impact of political turmoil civil war on a family, the plummet into mental illness and how a family copes to protect and take care of its own Desai is a wonderful story teller I could feel the moist heat of India as I peered through the dim, heavy interiors of the family compound, hear the tropical birds nesting in the overgrown, decaying garden as I sat on the 2nd story verandah the book is very evocative of place and time.

  9. says:

    Shortlisted for the 1980 Man Booker Prize Isn t it strange how life won t flow, like a river, but moves in jumps, as if it were held back by locks that are opened now and then to let it jump forwards in a kind of flood There are these long still stretches nothing happens each day is exactly like the other plodding, uneventful and then suddenly there is a crash mighty deeds take place momentous events even if one doesn t know it at the time and then life subsides again into the backwaters till the next push, the next flood It is the summer of 1947, and a sickness has taken the country hostage A fever burns through the land, erupting in rioting pockets across what was once the crown jewel of the British Empire Flames spread, destroying structures that stood tall since the days of the Delhi Sultanate And as they fade, they leave behind an ashen strip, seared into the ground, rending the whole into two forever warring nations India and Pakistan Although confined to a Purani Dilli neglected by its White overlords, in the Das home, too, it proves a fateful summer Everything is about to change for the recently orphaned siblings, themselves victims of parental neglect Gripped by tuberculosis, a feverish Raja, the oldest of the lot, tosses and turns while his sister, Bimla, presses a wet cloth dutifully against his brow She tries in vain to fan his overheated body, but not for months does he calm down.And so it falls upon Bim to care for the vestiges of the household she is expected to take up the mantle of the maternal figure She must marry off a younger sister Tara , religiously guard an alcoholic aunt Mira , and look after a mentally challenged younger brother Baba Months pass before Raja regains a modicum of his strength In the meantime, the Muslim neighbours disappear, like thousands of other displaced families, so that when the Mahatma is assassinated in the beginning of 1948, the Das siblings have only one prayer on their lips please let the killer be a Hindu please let there be no bloodshed National events continue to parallel familial ones Death also claims the celibate and self sacrificial Mira masi in the same year And when the disease abates, Raja leaves to join their erstwhile neighbours, the Hyder Alis, in the Nizam s Hyderabad, thus partitioning a duo that once seemed indivisible.By far the most intellectually capable, determined and clear sighted member of the house, Bim eschews femininity in the hopes of establishing a place for herself in a man s world Tradition dictates that the eldest male must be the head of the family But circumstances now compel Bim to spend the rest of her years minding the autistic Baba alone, as Raja seeks a better life Gradually, the crumbling old house begins to wear the telltale signs of stagnation, and time seems to stand still Tara pities her sister for being trapped within its four walls, who in turn resents Tara for having moved to America But when Tara returns to her childhood home with her husband, Bakul, we see that she has left one prison for another America does not bring her liberation, as marriage merely replaces her old shackles with new ones She keeps herself busy, reluctant to note the dissolution of her identity in the process of becoming an ideal wife the abla naari, whose opinions must mirror her husband s, whose thoughts must be moulded to please him For the women, it turns out, independence from the British yoke brings emancipation in name only.Bim tried to carve a niche for herself, but ultimately assumed all the responsibility without receiving the freedom that men enjoy Yet it is she who now rules their old house It is she who still shoulders the vulnerable She is the centre and the axis, a dependable as opposed to dependent pillar Unmarried and unbowed, relegated to the house as much by family as by nation, she continues to navigate a society hostile to her gender, fulfilling her ambition of forging a new path for herself and other women through teaching But anger simmers underneath she cannot absolve Raja for abandoning her, for forgetting their common values, for losing faith in their joint aspirations They stay locked in conflict for decades, as misunderstanding keeps them apart Only when Bim listens to the sur and taal of Hindustani music, hearing how it encircles differing strains and new ideas, does she recall the capacity that this subcontinent once had for harmony, and starts to believe that it still has the ability to change and accord women a place in its future Then she comes to a silent acknowledgement of shared heritage, deciding that the way forward for her country and for her is through forgiveness it alone can keep the threat of annihilation at bay With her inner eye she saw how her own house and its particular history linked and contained her as well as her whole family with all their separate histories and experiences not binding them within some dead and airless cell but giving them the soil in which to send down their roots, and food to make them grow and spread, reach out to new experiences and new lives, but always drawing from the same soil, the same secret darkness That soil contained all time, past and future, in it It was dark with time, rich with time It was where her deepest self lived, and the deepest selves of her sister and brothers and all those who shared that time with her I have done this book a disservice by reducing it to its setting and describing it as mere allegory, for Desai employs lush prose to invoke vivid images that linger If I were to close my eyes now, I could recreate the Das house easily, its walls maral in the moonlight, the roses in its garden withered and dusty The book is symbolically rich, and this wealth of themes and motifs is rivalled only by its multi layered characterisations With a non chronological structure, in fewer than two hundred pages, the book undresses its characters methodically, moving slowly but deliberately, until it unveils their deepest cores And yet, and yet, for me, its beauty lies in it being the most Indian book that I ve ever read I don t read as many native authors as I should, but this resonated louder than better known works like The God of Small Things You don t have to know much about India to appreciate it, but it is the kind of story that will reverberate in the hearts of Indians.For only we can recognise the wound that Desai has traced here, because we still bleed from it Only we will be burnt by the heat of that pivotal summer, because it birthed the climate of alternating detachment and hate that we endure today And only we can forgive the book s abrupt conclusion, because it delivers the hope that we so desperately crave A fool s hope, perhaps, that our two quarrelling nations might remember that we were once a family that rebelled as one paying no mind to differences of religion against those who thought us savages in need of civilising That if there is distrust between us, it was sowed by colonial powers who abused and pillaged us for centuries That if there is enmity, it is the residue of a feud between imperialists who used us to their own ends That if there is blame, it is equally apportioned amongst us And that if we have affronted each other, it is solely because the blows are felt acutely when inflicted by people who were not long ago our own Desai offers such a hope for amity, a dream of peace, a belief that some miracle of understanding can swiftly cut short this endless night polluted by the stench of death so we may walk together at last towards the Clear Light of Day Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally

  10. says:

    I read this book as part of my directed readings course I m taking here in India, but unlike the other books, this one was written by a women, and also unlike the other books, this one was much less focused on India and much focused on family and everyday life.In a way I found it kind of refreshing Yes, it was about the Partition of India, but it was also about the partition of a family It had a very Forest Gump feel to it History happened, like the assassination of Gandhi, but it was mentioned as an event in these characters lives and not as some random event that shook history.In reading this book I was reminded of just how important sibling relationship are in India or at least, in traditional Indian values If you stop and think about it, siblings are the ones who will know you the longest Your parents will die, your spouse will have missed out on your childhood, and your children come much later Siblings are the ones who are there for the longest, and yet it is not something we seem to emphasize in our own culture Could you imagine planning your life around where your brother was going to live, or maintaining a good relationship so that marriage between your children was a possibility This all seems very foreign to us.Characterization was definitely the best part of this book We have a few noteworthy ones, but Bim and Tara are the sisters that seem to be contrasted all throughout By the end though, Desai wants us to see that while these sisters seem to be completely different, they are not really and have everything in common, because no one knows all that they share 162 Watching all of the characters come around to that, to the clear light of day, was a great catharsis Probably my favorite part of this book was just the complexity of the characters, recognizing that they are just as real and human as we are in our own context Too often I think we dehumanize people out of pity or ignorance when we don t understand where they come from, and I think this book aims to shatter that.Really, I d probably give it a 4.5, but it started slow, and I still don t like that the cover of my edition does not match the text Yes I do judge books by their covers.

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