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ONE

They were young, educated, and both virgins on this, their wedding night, and they lived in a time when a conversation about sexual difficulties was plainly impossible. But it is never easy. They had just sat down to supper in a tiny sitting room on the first floor of a Georgian inn. In the next room, visible through the open door, was a four-poster bed, rather narrow, whose bedcover was pure white and stretched startlingly smooth, as though by no human hand. Edward did not mention that he had never stayed in a hotel before, whereas Florence, after many trips as a child with her father, was an old hand. Superficially, they were in fine spirits. Their wedding, at St Mary’s, Oxford, had gone well; the service was decorous, the reception jolly, the send-off from school and college friends raucous and uplifting. Her parents had not condescended to his, as they had feared, and his mother had not significantly misbehaved, or completely forgotten the purpose of the occasion. The couple had driven away in a small car belonging to Florence’s mother and arrived in the early evening at their hotel on the Dorset coast in weather that was not perfect for mid July or the circumstances, but entirely adequate: it was not raining, but nor was it quite warm enough, according to Florence, to eat outside on the terrace as they had hoped. Edward thought it was, but, polite to a fault, he would not think of contradicting her on such an evening.

So they were eating in their rooms before the partially open French windows that gave onto a balcony and a view of a portion of the English Channel, and Chesil Beach with its infinite shingle. Two youths in dinner jackets served them from a trolley parked outside in the corridor, and their comings and goings through what was generally known as the honeymoon suite made the waxed oak boards squeak comically against the silence. Proud and protective, the young man watched closely for any gesture or expression that might have seemed satirical. He could not have tolerated any sniggering. But these lads from a nearby village went about their business with bowed backs and closed faces, and their manner was tentative, their hands shook as they set items down on the starched linen tablecloth. They were nervous too.

This was not a good moment in the history of English cuisine, but no one much minded at the time, except visitors from abroad. The formal meal began, as so many did then, with a slice of melon decorated by a single glazed cherry. Out in the corridor, in silver dishes on candle-heated plate warmers, waited slices of long-ago roasted beef in a thickened gravy, soft boiled vegetables, and potatoes of a bluish hue. The wine was from France, though no particular region was mentioned on the label, which was embellished with a solitary, darting swallow. It would not have crossed Edward’s mind to order a red.

Desperate for the waiters to leave, he and Florence turned in their chairs to consider the view of a broad mossy lawn, and beyond, a tangle of flowering shrubs and trees clinging to a steep bank that descended to a lane that led to the beach. They could see the beginnings of a footpath, dropping by muddy steps, a way lined by weeds of extravagant size — giant rhubarb and cabbages they looked like, with swollen stalks more than six feet tall, bending under the weight of dark, thick-veined leaves. The garden vegetation rose up, sensuous and tropical in its profusion, an effect heightened by the grey, soft light and a delicate mist drifting in from the sea, whose steady motion of advance and withdrawal made sounds of gentle thunder, then sudden hissing against the pebbles. Their plan was to change into rough shoes after supper and walk on the shingle between the sea and the lagoon known as the Fleet, and if they had not finished the wine, they would take that along, and swig from the bottle like gentlemen of the road.

And they had so many plans, giddy plans, heaped up before them in the misty future, as richly tangled as the summer flora of the Dorset coast, and as beautiful. Where and how they would live, who their close friends would be, his job with her father’s firm, her musical career and what to do with the money her father had given her, and how they would not be like other people, at least, not inwardly. This was still the era — it would end later in that famous decade — when to be young was a social encumbrance, a mark of irrelevance, a faintly embarrassing condition for which marriage was the beginning of a cure. Almost strangers, they stood, strangely together, on a new pinnacle of existence, gleeful that their new status promised to promote them out of their endless youth — Edward and Florence, free at last! One of their favourite topics was their childhoods, not so much the pleasures as the fog of comical misconceptions from which they had emerged, and the various parental errors and outdated practices they could now forgive.


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"Listening non-stop to McEwan intensifies the book's impact" (The Times)

"With exquisite sensitivity and realism, McEwan draws us into lives, not as voyeur, but as anguished participant. Authors aren't always the best choice for reading their own works - but in this case he is. If McEwan ever runs out of ideas, he could make a living reading audiobooks." (The Express)

"McEwan reads his latest creation with a deadpan rhythm that mimics the inability of his characters to overcome their inadequacies. He proves himself a master of storytelling, and the interview with him at the end of the audiobook is a wonderful insight into his work." (The Observer)

"The author's understated voice is well suited to this poignant story of British repression ... An illuminating interview with the author, in which he explains the inspiration behind his novella, is another bonus." (FT Magazine)

"The audiobook is worth mentioning ,though, for two reasons. Firstly, it is read by the author (nad all the better for that). But as an added treat, this version features a half-hour interview with Ian McEwan at the end of the fourth CD." (David Crozier H&H Series)

"If audio books were running for Oscars this deceptively low-key novella about the consequences of sexual incompatibility would sweep the board. Content, tone, length, music, everything clicks together perfectly, especially the way it's read." (Sue Arnold The Guardian)

"McEwan reads, giving his own prose just the emphases he wants. In an interesting interview at the end he argues that the sexual inhibitions he describes remain remarkably widespread." (The Times)


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  • CD: 4 pages
  • Editeur : Audiobooks (5 avril 2007)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 1846571006
  • ISBN-13: 978-1846571008
  • Dimensions du produit: 14,2 x 2,4 x 12,5 cm
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4 internautes sur 4 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Camille Legrand sur 9 février 2009
Format: Broché
Un McEwan typique - on retrouve des thèmes similaires à Atonement (i.e : comment des vies peuvent être gâchées par des paroles, des actions qui auraient pu être évitées), on se sent proche des personnages, on souffre avec eux.
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6 internautes sur 7 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par David sur 23 septembre 2007
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Ce livre est une véritable introspection de personnages cadenacés par leurs émotions, pulsions, peurs et leur respect de l'autre. Toutes ces émotions, tellement imbriquées les unes aux autres dans le coeur des jeunes époux, se révèlent être décrites si clairement par l'auteur. Ian Mac Ewan aborde avec tendresse des sujets tabous, l'intensité de la pudeur de ses personnages n'ayant d'égal que leur passionante remise en question le temps d'une nuit.
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Par Treefor sur 26 avril 2014
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An excellent book. Very poetic imagery throughout. Brilliant portraits in words of all the main characters. I could understand both points of view of Edward and Forence and the reason why their marriage got off to such a rocky start.

If the lovers had stayed together and worked on their relationship they could have been happy together. Right at the end of the book(on Chesil Beach)Florence waited for Edward to back down from his pomposity and inflated male ego, but Edward missed the opportunity and so they parted. Terribly sad but credible.

I have visited Dorset and know the famous Chesil Beach. To me it is a very eerie place - full of mystery and forboding.
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Par J.Callier sur 28 mars 2014
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It was a thrilling novel about a relationship in the English society during the late 1950's and 1960's. Tense and pleasant.
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3 internautes sur 4 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Sophie sur 7 avril 2009
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Ce roman se déguste avec un parfum des 50's...sans être mièvre..l'auteur se place dans l'état d'esprit de jeunes adultes dans les années 50.

Subtil, fin.
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