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St. Rose Convent, Hudson River Valley, Milton, New York
December 23, 1999, 4:45…

Evangeline woke before the sun came up, when the fourth floor was silent and dark. Quiet, so as not to wake the sisters who had prayed through the night, she gathered her shoes, stockings, and skirt in her arms and walked barefoot to the communal lavatory. She dressed quickly, half asleep, without looking in the mirror. From a sliver of bathroom window, she surveyed the convent grounds, covered in a predawn haze. A vast snowy courtyard stretched to the water's edge, where a scrim of barren trees limned the Hudson. St. Rose Convent perched precariously close to the river, so close that in daylight there seemed to be two convents—one on land and one wavering lightly upon the water, the first folding out into the next, an illusion broken in summer by barges and in winter by teeth of ice. Evangeline watched the river flow by, a wide strip of black against the pure white snow. Soon morning would gild the water with sunlight.

Bending before the porcelain sink, Evangeline splashed cold water over her face, dispelling the remnants of a dream. She could not recall the dream, only the impression it made upon her—a wash of foreboding that left a pall over her thoughts, a sensation of loneliness and confusion she could not explain. Half asleep, she peeled away her heavy flannel night shift and, feeling the chill of the bathroom, shivered. Standing in her white cotton briefs and cotton undershirt (standard garments ordered in bulk and distributed biyearly to all the sisters at St. Rose), she looked at herself with an appraising, analytic eye - the thin arms and legs, the flat stomach, the tousled brown hair, the golden pendant resting upon her breastbone. The reflection floating on the glass before her was that of a sleepy young woman.

Evangeline shivered again from the cool air and turned to her clothing. She owned five identical knee-length black skirts, seven black turtlenecks for the winter months, seven black short-sleeved cotton button-up shirts for the summer, one black wool sweater, fifteen pairs of white cotton underwear, and innumerable black nylon stockings: nothing more and nothing less than what was necessary. She pulled on a turtleneck and fitted a bandeau over her hair, pressing it firmly against her forehead before clipping on a black veil. She stepped into a pair of nylons and a wool skirt, buttoning, zipping, and straightening the wrinkles in one quick, unconscious gesture. In a matter of seconds, her private self disappeared and she became Sister Evangeline, Franciscan Sister of Perpetual Adoration. With her rosary in hand, the metamorphosis was complete. She placed her nightgown in the bin at the far end of the lavatory and prepared to face the day.

Sister Evangeline had observed the 5:00 a.m. prayer hour each morning for the past half decade, since completing her formation and taking vows at eighteen years of age. She had lived at St. Rose Convent since her twelfth year, however, and knew the convent as intimately as one knows the temperament of a beloved friend. She had her morning route through the compound down to a science. As she rounded each floor, her fingers traced the wooden balustrades, her shoes skimming the landings. The convent was always empty at that hour, blue-shadowed and sepulchral, but after sunrise St. Rose would swarm with life, a beehive of work and devotion, each room glistening with sacred activity and prayer. The silence would soon abate - the staircases, the community rooms, the library, the communal cafeteria, and the dozens of closet-size bedchambers would soon be alive with sisters.

Down three flights of stairs she ran. She could get to the chapel with her eyes closed.

Reaching the first floor, Sister Evangeline walked into the imposing central hallway, the spine of St. Rose Convent. Along the walls hung framed portraits of long-dead abbesses, distinguished sisters, and the various incarnations of the convent building itself. Hundreds of women stared from the frames, reminding every sister who passed by on her way to prayer that she was part of an ancient and noble matriarchy where all women - both the living and the dead - were woven together in a single common mission.

Although she knew she risked being late, Sister Evangeline paused at the center of the hallway. Here, the image of Rose of Viterbo, the saint after whom the convent had been named, hung in a gilt frame, her tiny hands folded in prayer, an evanescent nimbus of light glowing about her head. St. Rose's life had been short. Just after her third birthday, angels began to whisper to her, urging her to speak their message to all who would listen. Rose complied, earning her sainthood as a young woman, when, after preaching the goodness of God and His angels to a heathen village, she was condemned to die a witch. The townspeople bound her to a stake and lit a fire. To the great consternation of the crowd, Rose did not burn but stood in skeins of flame for three hours, conversing with angels as the fire licked her body. Some believed that angels wrapped themselves about the girl, covering her in a clear, protective armor. Eventually she died in the flames, but the miraculous intervention left her body inviolable. St. Rose's incorrupt corpse was paraded through the streets of Viterbo hundreds of years after her death, not the slightest mark of her ordeal evident upon the adolescent body.

Remembering the hour, Sister Evangeline turned from the portrait. She walked to the end of the hallway, where a great wooden portal carved with scenes of the Annunciation separated the convent from the church. On one side of the boundary, Sister Evangeline stood in the simplicity of the convent; on the other rose the majestic church. She heard the sound of her footsteps sharpen as she left carpeting for a pale roseate marble veined with green. The movement across the threshold took just one step, but the difference was immense. The air grew heavy with incense; the light saturated blue from the stained glass. White plaster walls gave way to great sheets of stone. The ceiling soared. The eye adjusted to the golden abundance of Neo-Rococo. As she left the convent, Evangeline's earthly commitments of community and charity fell away and she entered the sphere of the divine: God, Mary, and the angels.

In the beginning years of her time at St. Rose, the number of angelic images in Maria Angelorum Church struck Evangeline as excessive. As a girl she'd found them overwhelming, too ever-present and overwrought. The creatures filled every crook and crevice of the church, leaving little room for much else. Seraphim ringed the central dome; marble archangels held the corners of the altar. The columns were inlaid with golden halos, trumpets, harps, and tiny wings; carved visages of putti stared from the pew ends, hypnotizing and compact as fruit bats. Although she understood that the opulence was meant as an offering to the Lord, a symbol of their devotion, Evangeline secretly preferred the plain functionality of the convent. During her formation she felt critical of the founding sisters, wondering why they had not used such wealth for better purposes. But, like so much else, her objections and preferences had shifted after she took the habit, as if the clothing ceremony itself caused her to melt ever so slightly and take a new, more uniform shape. After five years as a professed sister, the girl she had been had nearly faded away.

Pausing to dip her index finger into a fount of holy water, Sister Evangeline blessed herself (forehead, heart, left shoulder, right shoulder) and stepped through the narrow Romanesque basilica, past the fourteen Stations of the Cross, the straight-backed red oak pews, and the marble columns. As the light was dim at that hour, Evangeline followed the wide central aisle through the nave to the sacristy, where chalices and bells and vestments were locked in cupboards, awaiting Mass. At the far end of the sacristy, she came to a door. Taking a deep breath, Evangeline closed her eyes, as if preparing them for a greater brightness. She placed her hand on the cold brass knob and, heart pounding, pushed.

The Adoration Chapel opened around her, bursting upon her vision. Its walls glittered golden, as if she had stepped into the center of an enameled Fabergé egg. The private chapel of the Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration had a high central dome and huge stained-glass panels that filled each wall. The central masterpiece of the Adoration Chapel was a set of Bavarian windows hung high above the altar depicting the three angelic spheres: the First Sphere of Seraphim, Cherubim, and Thrones; the Second Sphere of Dominions, Virtues, and Powers; and the Third Sphere of Principalities, Archangels, and Angels. Together the spheres formed the heavenly choir, the collective voice of heaven. Each morning Sister Evangeline would stare at the angels floating in an expanse of glittering glass and try to imagine their native brilliance, the pure radiant light that rose from them like heat.

Sister Evangeline spied Sisters Bernice and Boniface - scheduled for adoration each morning from four to five - kneeling before the altar. Together the sisters ran their fingers over the carved wooden beads of their seven-decade rosaries, as if intent to whisper the very last syllable of prayer with as much mindfulness as they had whispered the first. One could find two sisters in full habit kneeling side by side in the chapel at all times of the day and night, their lips moving in synchronized patterns of prayer, conjoined in purpose before the white marble altar. The object of the sisters' adoration was encased in a golden starburst monstrance placed high upon the altar, a white host suspended in an explosion of gold.

The Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration had prayed every minute of every hour of every day since Mother Francesca, their founding abbess, had initiated adoration in the early nineteenth century. Nearly two hundred years later, the prayer persisted, form... --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.

Revue de presse

"Angeology finds an almost hallucinatory power....fusing the debased, the psychological, and the theological, into a single rich, strange tableau that transmits a shock of truth."
— Time Magazine

"Breathtakingly imaginative.... Once you've entered Angelology's enthralling'll be thinking, 'Vampires? Who cares about vampires?'"
— People Magazine

"Angelology is everything a reader wants . . . a clever, fast-paced thriller with a strong sense of place and beguiling, emotionally engaging characters [and] a skillful, satisfying history. . . . A pleasure from start to finish . . . A wonderful achievement."
Kate Mosse, author of Labyrinth

"Angelology by Danielle Trussoni is a thrilling, gorgeous read. Atmospheric, beguiling, and  if you'll pardon the pun-diabolically good."
Raymond Khoury, author of The Last Templar and Sanctuary

"Angelology lets loose the ancient fallen angels to the modern world with devastating results. Trussoni has written a holy thriller that will arrest your attention from the opening pages and not let go till its mysteries take wing."
Keith Donohue, author of The Stolen Child and Angels of Destruction

"Danielle Trussoni creates a gorgeous gothic world for the reader, where the people who surround us are not what they seem, and stories are unveiled as more truth than fable. This is a book that resonates as both haunting and holy. A must read."
Brunonia Barry, author of The Lace Reader

"An elegantly ambitious archival thriller . . . richly allusive and vividly staged, with widescreen-ready visuals, a dewy but adaptable heroine and a dashingly cruel villain. . . . Sensual and intellectual, Angelology is a terrifically clever thriller."
The New York Times Book Review

"A thrill ride best described as The Da Vinci Code meets Raiders of the Lost Ark. . . . Readers will feel the irresistible pull of Angelology. As thrillers go, it's heavenly."
USA Today

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  • Broché: 656 pages
  • Editeur : Penguin (17 février 2011)
  • Collection : MJ FIC PB
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0141044403
  • ISBN-13: 978-0141044408
  • Dimensions du produit: 12,9 x 3,9 x 19,8 cm
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Par Faycal Chraibi sur 21 août 2011
Format: Broché
Une histoire originale décrivant les anges sous un autre angle que celui qu'on leur connaît habituellement. L'histoire est plutôt bien menée quasiment jusqu'au bout. L'histoire est bien documentée par des faits historiques et théologiques (même si imaginaires).

Je suis tout de même resté sur ma faim, la fin est quelque peu précipitée, et le dénouement finit en queue de poisson. Mais à part cela, c'est un livre que je vous recommanderais.
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Strangly appealing but very akward and confusing at the same time 7 mars 2010
Par Lilly Flora - Publié sur
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For some reason "Angelology" caught my attention on this vine list. A whole secret sect dedicated to studying and protecting the world from the secret offspring of angels and man? Very cool. Add in some biblical references and ancient mythology and you got your story.

Or you should.

This novel revolves around the premise that there is a long standing organization of angelologists who study the angels and work against their hybrid children the Nephilim, who are constantly struggling to exert their superior place in the world by ruling humanity through any number of schemes. This organization has schools and institutions for teaching new recruits (from every religion and sphere of spiritual and secular life) and they do what they can to learn how to defeat the Nephilim and have been doing so for a long, long time.

Our story begins in 1999 at the New York Convent of St. Rose where Sister Evangeline, the twenty three year old orphaned daughter of two angelologists, has lived since she was twelve. Evangeline has blocked out most of the odd occurrences in her childhood but when a modern art scholar from NYC named Verlaine shows up in the convent archives (which boast a mass library of angelic images and texts) looking for information that the former Abbess of the convent was once in communication with Abigail Rockefeller it sparks her interest.

The letter she finds leads her to one of the eldest sisters in the convent, who tells the tale of her days as a young angelology student in Paris before WW2-and the expedition to the cave where the angels who fathered the Nephilim were cast down from heaven and imprisoned in to find the lyre of Orpheus-which both sides in the conflict believe has great power to aid their cause. This nun also studied with Evangeline's grandmother-who has written a series of letters to Evangeline to be opened when the time is right, explaining the ancient situation she finds herself in the middle of.

Verlaine doesn't know it but the man he's working for, Percival Grigori is a Nephilim-a powerful one searching for the lyre to restore his ailing heath. Verlaine has no idea angels exists at all in fact. But soon he is caught up as the angelologists, with Evangeline race to discover the hidden Lyre before the Nephilim can find it.

That's our story. The "present" parts of it take place over two days. Or less.

This could have been fascinating if anything was ever explained. The origins of angelology for example-never really mentioned. How one finds out or becomes part of this world-nada. Any kind of real history about the main characters is mostly absent too-as is any kind of information to make sense of this novel! There is just so much missing-so much description, so much information! If the concept of angelology was like-I don't know-the KKK maybe (in terms of fame) then the level of explanation might be adequate but as it the plot is barely capable of being followed. And the characters themselves are just shadows with no substance (except for the repeated mentions of Verlaine's snazzy tie and the brand of boxers he prefers.) The author does manage to convey a great sense of urgency but once you reach the end it all falls apart into a big mess. And the end! If this is not part of a planned series then it makes even less sense that I think it does.

This book hits a conundrum. There isn't enough information to explain the basic concepts but in order for there to be enough there would have to be several, much longer, books. Maybe a series that starts at the beginning or has a flashback system that makes more sense than the one big block of past in the middle of the book.

Frankly I'm lost. I enjoyed the overall concept (which I don't understand very well), liked parts of the book (but was incredibly frustrated by their lack of detail and sense of weight) and am stuck with an overall feeling that there are huge sections of this novel floating around in the either which could bring it all together and make it better (not that it wouldn't help the constant clichés when it comes to any kind of relationship involved) and more readable.

I hate giving bad reviews. Especially to first time authors. I didn't like this book but I was absorbed by it. I can see why someone would buy the movie rights to the concept (congrats to the author by the way) but I don't see how this, as is, could be a movie. Overall this book I think, was just too ambitious for it's limitations (especially page length) and that made the whole thing awkward and confusing yet strangely appealing.

Two stars.
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Gossip Girl for armchair theologians 16 mars 2010
Par simone - Publié sur
Format: Relié
This was such a great idea. It's a shame that the book is so horribly written. Some suspension of disbelief is required for fiction, but "Angelology" requires the literary equivalent of the Brooklyn Bridge. The characters act like they're such unfathomable idiots - a secret organization studying angels uses ANGEL for its cars license plates! they have the most important of meetings in an apartment their opponents know about! someone with a Ph.D. in art history does not know that "ex" is "from" in Latin! - that it is impossible to believe that any plot they engaged in could succeed. The characters also have only emotionally matured to about the level of the average fourteen year old. Their "does s/he like me?" musings are just as boring in this book as they are in real life. Maybe some day someone will write an interesting book about interactions between humans and angels, but this sure isn't it.
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neither plot nor characters are compelling, often clunky and contrived 21 mars 2010
Par B. Capossere - Publié sur
Format: Relié
I'm really trying to find something positive to say about Danielle Trussoni's Angelology, but to be honest, I really can't think of much of anything. Which means this will be a pretty quick review as I'm not much of a fan of belaboring why a bad book is a bad book (realizing of course that "bad" is pretty subjective).
Angelology is the first book in a series detailing the ongoing battle that has raged since the time of Noah between the "Nephilim" (a hybrid race of angels/humans) and humanity. The Nephilim arose when a group of angels--the Watchers--mated with human women. For this, they were imprisoned by God in a deep cavern. The Nephilim, however, remained and at first pretty much enslaved mankind, then when God wiped the Earth clean, one of them snuck aboard the Ark, allowing the race to continue, though now they dominated humanity more behind the scenes as kings and queens and aristocrats, then as the wealthy elite or politically powerful (for instance, they were behind the Nazis). Because the Nephilim, for some reason, have continued to mate with humans, they've tainted their line and are diminishing as a race and individually via sickness. Move to present time and a young nun, Sister Evangeline, who ends up involved in modern day plots by the Nephilim to cure themselves and return to domination and the Angelologists--the group of humans who have opposed them for millennia (Madame Curie, Augustine, and lots of other really famous people). Along with following Evangeline, we flash back to the 1930's and a group of Angelologists that includes Evangeline's grandmother.
The plot is excessively convoluted and often simply fails to make sense. Not in "what is happening" fashion but in the "why is this happening" way. Time and again one finds oneself saying "but wouldn't . . . " or "couldn't they just have . . . " Too many events seem arbitrary, too many motivations are muddy, too many situations are complex for complexity's sake (complexity often highlighted by the often too-simple resolutions that follow).
The mythology and backstories are offered up in clunky exposition--characters reminisce over events in convenient narrative, chronological fashion; lecture (literally) other characters. ask questions they already know the answers to, conveniently overhear expository conversation, read letters and journals.
Few of the characters are compelling; Evangeline is especially weak which is too bad since she carries much of the book. Her male cohort, Verlaine, is equally pale. As for the "villain"--the Nephilim Percival Grigori--it's hard to even think of him as such as because he's so inept. The Nephilim veer from allegedly terrifyingly powerful creatures to the bad guys in Home Alone. When the "big battle" is a group of near-angels taking on a convent of nuns, and the near-angels lose in the space of a few sentences, you know you're in some narrative trouble. The exception is the WWII flashback with Evangeline's grandmother and her rival Celestine (one of the nuns)--here the characters are more alive, though this is tainted both by characters being implausibly oblivious and uncommunicative and by that same clunky exposition.
The book tries to turn into a puzzle quest at the near-end, but it moves solely between absurdly arcane/elaborate and absurdly simple. Afterward, it closes with one of the most muddy and anti-climactic confrontations I've read.
In the end, Angelology falls far short in nearly every element: character, plot, premise, etc. Trussoni has written an acclaimed memoir, but the move to fiction appears to have been a move too far, at least with her first novel. Not recommended
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Amateurish, incoherent, unedited, and disturbing 13 avril 2010
Par Amazon Customer - Publié sur
Format: Relié
Two very different New York Times Books reviews --one by a Janet Maudlin and another by a Suzann Cokeall-- convinced me that Angelology was, indeed, a book with an intriguing premise. I wasn't expecting His Dark Materials --indeed, books of that caliber come but once or twice in a lifetime--, but I can be very forgiving when it comes to genres like fantasy and science-fiction. I never expected my forgiveness to be so severely tested.

In the very first paragraph of the very first page (of the very first chapter), we are told that Sister Evangeline wakes up, takes her clothes to the common bathroom, and quietly dresses without looking at herself in the mirror. Second paragraph: Sister Evangeline removes her nightgown and gazes at her decidedly un-sexy underwear in the mirror. Huh? Hadn't she just dressed barely a paragraph before? Third paragraph: she puts on her clothes! And that is just the first page --of 452.

A book? This is a stinking mess. We are told that Percival Grigori's uncle was born in the seventeenth century, and that he died an untimely death "in his fifth century." I wasn't aware that five whole centuries had passed between the 1600s and the 1900s. There is a Cyrillic inscription that plays a big part in the novel, but that dates from a moment in history when the Cyrillic alphabet was barely starting to develop. The Nazis, the Nephilim, Orpheus, Darwin (apparently Darwinism was conceived by the evil Nephilim to lead the human race astray!), everything and the kitchen sink is thrown into this hodgepodge, drowning a concept that could have been interesting in oceans of incoherence.

Science fiction and fantasy are not necessarily the best arenas for character development (although they can be: just read Ursula Leguin), but I have rarely encountered a more brittle, paper-thin throng of featureless people. (Paper-thin and paper-white, to the point that even the overindulgent Ms. Maudlin feels obliged to note: "In a book whose characters are either white, very white or so white as to have nacreous fingernails and give off an otherworldly glow, these attitudes generate more unease than the author may have intended.") And don't get me started on the plot --or lack thereof. Or the prose --compared to her, Dan Brown is a stylist. I could go on. And on, and on.

That Ms. Trussoni is well connected in the publishing world is plain --otherwise this abomination would not have seen the light of day. That no editor was able to detect so many inconsistencies in the first page of this detritus --well, you can blame it on the economy. But that two different NYTB critics had the chutzpa to skim through this garbage and call it "prettily written" and "a terrifically clever thriller" is disturbing --and truly unacceptable.
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An irritating waste of a good idea 23 avril 2010
Par Ms. A. Melville-james - Publié sur
Format: Relié
What to say about this overlong, overwordy, overplotted, underbaked novel that hasn't been said in all the other negative reviews? Probably not much, just to reiterate what a shame it is that such a good concept has had so little justice done to it. I can totally see why the movie rights were snapped up - but it wasn't because this was a fabulous book that just HAD to be put onto the big screen. They were buying the idea only, as far as I can see.

Trussoni just seems to have used this book to lazily (or egotistically) dump a lot of "historical and biblical fact" into a convoluted 'plot' that neither makes much sense, or after about half way into the book, seems to have any point - there's a lyre, there are some incomprehensible letters, there's a few angelologists here and there driving porsches, there's some Rockefeller doing something, and some weedy guy doing a research project, and Orpheus is embroiled somewhere, with some nuns, and the Von Trapp Family (probably). Yada yada.

I got bored, and found myself wondering why I seemed to be reading the same thing over and over again after a while. The characters are paper thin - and I couldn't remember who was who half the time - they seemed to be mere cyphers for the plot, with no life of their own.

It could have been great - there was wonderful scope for the villain, Nephilim Percival to become a truly iconic literary bad guy for example. But no. A decent editor could have turned this into Dan Brown (and oh dear, that's saying something....), which at least would have made it vaguely readable. I read somewhere one reviewer likening it to Umberto Eco - but that's like trying to say that just because it's unreadable it's somehow worthy of praise.

Seriously, buy this if you want. But chances are you'll be disappointed. And especially by the compete non-ending.
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