Winter's Tale (Movie Tie-In Edition) (Anglais) Broché – 7 janvier 2014
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"This novel stretches the boundaries of contemporary literature. It is a gifted writer's love affair with the language." -- Newsday
"Helprin is more than a major writer; he has all the makings of a great one." -- USA Today
"He has simply galvanized the universe." -- The Boston Globe
"Imaginatively engaging as well as entertaining, and it will find an eager audience." -- Library Journal
"Is it not so astonishing that a work so rooted in fantasy, filled with narrative high jinks and comic flights, stands forth centrally as moral discourse? It is indeed. . . . I find myself nervous, to a degree I don't recall in my past as a reviewer, about failing the work, inadequately displaying its brilliance." -- Benjamin De Mott, The New York Times Book Review
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This is a challenging book to describe but the best I can do is to say that it takes me away to another dimension in which I can happily reside for hours at a time. It's fantastic but also brutally realistic, historically valid but also gloriously fanciful. The key character, Peter Lake, is one of the most likeable literary creations I have ever encountered. We grow to love his quirky personality and admire his unpretentious inner beauty. With the news that this book is about to be made into a movie, I am particularly nervous about the actor choice for Peter Lake. Twenty years ago, Pierce Brosnan might have been suitable but now ...? There are many other players in this large cast to grow fond of (my other particular favourite is, of course, Beverly) and even some truly funny interludes; in fact I could often imagine Helprin giggling quietly to himself as he had fun with his own creations.Lire la suite ›
The writing, the phrasing, turn of words in the book however are extremely intriguing. Some of the phrases were so cleverly written they had to be said aloud just to feel them on the tounge.
The plot was however quite confusing.
Despite the very visual descriptions and the desire to sympathise with the different personalities, it was next to impossible to see how they all connected and even where their entertwining stories were to end up.
The long narrative never gives satisfying conclusions to "end" and even lets the reader decide as to what really happens (or happened - the time jumping thing)
As I watch Fringe maybe there will be some hints from the book, who knows.
My lasting impressions were "Winter" yes, but why? that is the question!
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The story begins and ends with Peter Lake: orphan, master mechanic, and master second-storey man. One night Peter attempts to rob a fortresslike mansion in New York's Upper West Side. Although he believes the house to be empty, it is not. Beverly Penn, daughter of the owner is home. Home and dying, and thus begins a love affair between a middle-aged Irish burgler and a fatally-ill heiress.
A simple and uneducated man, Lake cannot understand the love in which he becomes so thoroughly entangled that he is driven "to stop time and bring back the dead."
Inbetween the story of Peter Lake and his quest to overcome death through the power of enduring love, Helprin shows us a magical view of a New York City that is, at times, so extraoridnarily real you think you are there, and at other times so magical you only wish you could be.
All of Helprin's protagonists, however, are not native New Yorkers and have come from elsewhere to seek their destiny, a fact that goes a long way towards helping those of us not familiar with the city feel that we have come to both know and love it.
Winter's Tale spans the entire twentieth century and we get a glimpse of everything from horse drawn carriages on cobbled streets to lunatics who rub elbows with sable-wrapped heiresses on Fifth Avenue.
Ignoring reality, Helprin's book is a glorious and ethereal melange of magic and insanity in which people are picked up by a wall of clouds that engulfs the city and then deposited in other times and other places. Although it can seem disjointed to someone not accustomed to this style, it is always a delight.
Helprin never fails to reward readers with one surprise after another: a village hidden on an island in a solid lake of ice where time stands still and the inhabitants do nothing but skate, ice-sail and star gaze, equipped with sparkling lanterns and mugs of hot-buttered rum; dead loved ones who are not really dead at all but simply living joyously in another time and place awaiting our own arrival; and a majestic white horse that can actually jump five city blocks at one time and help its rider to escape anything that happens to be in pursuit.
In Winter's Tale, anything that can happen, does happen, and while some of it is impossible, though still always glorious, much of it really is possible, though not quite probable. There is Beverly, who sleeps on the roof of her father's mansion, in the cold, winter air, in a specially-made bed of furs and canopies, watching the stars and defying the advent of death; there is Lake, himself, who makes his home in the rafters of Grand Central Station; there are midnight horse-drawn sleigh rides from the heart of New York City to the almost mythical Lake of the Coheeries which can only be found by the light of the moon across almost endless expanses of ice and snow; there are the clouds that drop a living man into the icy waters beside the Staten Island Ferry; and there are boats that simply vanish into an opaque, lightening-flickered fog bank, never to be seen again.
Winter's Tale, however, is fantasy and intense romanticism, not magic realism. But fantasy and intense romanticism are exactly what are called for in this fantastic and intensely romantic tale.
The protagonists of Winter's Tale all meet, lose contact with one another and then meet again as destinies cross, lose their way, and then double back to cross again.
Helprin drops many hints along the way that New York is heading for its Armageddon, a point where all good and evil will finally meet in one climactic moment and a golden light of peace, love and justice will usher in a new life for this glorious city. It could happen, and then again, maybe not, but Winter's Tale is certainly worth the trip to see.
Told in gorgeous prose throughout, Winter's Tale weaves an insanely magical tapestry of beauty and love that is both death-defying and life-affirming. After you read it, you will feel that it is something you could not have lived without.
In fact, I was so enraptured with the book as a 13-year-old that for many years I was afraid to pick it up again, for fear I'd find it a lesser piece of work than I'd remembered. A Soldier Of the Great War had not had the same effect on me (though I still thought it was a superb book), and Memoir From Antproof Case had struck me as entertaining but erratic. Finally, a couple of years ago, I fetched my old hardcover Winter's Tale from my parents' house and got up the nerve to page through it again. Right away, I was swept right back into Helprin's fairy tale New York. It is what a great city ought to be: larger, wilder, more beautiful, a place where dramas play themselves out on a cosmic scale. And the thief Peter Lake remains one of my favorite characters in all of literature.
The book does have its flaws, but what novel doesn't? The sections with Peter Lake are far and away the best; Part Two feels like Helprin is marking time (it was the slowest part of the book even when I was 13), and there are some who might find his italicized introductory sections tendentious (though I still get shivery when I read them). The women are all just a little too beautiful, and the men (other than Peter Lake and his nemesis, Percy Soames) just a little too square-jawed and handsome. Those who think of Helprin as a conservative first and a novelist second won't be surprised by his romanticization of turn-of-the-century New York or the messianic overtones of Peter Lake's story; the fantasy is always at heart a reactionary art form.
But all that said, everything I loved about the book the first time through still holds true today. Prose artists like Helprin come along only once or twice in a generation, and Winter's Tale remains his highest stylistic achievement. His descriptions--the fog that hangs over Staten Island, Beverly's tubercular rosy glow, sleighing on a cold clear night, the thunder of hooves on cobblestones, a bridge made of light--still have the effect of altering how I see and think about the world around me. And I'll say it again: Peter Lake is one of the all-time great characters, on a par with Hamlet, Pip, Dorothea, Isabel Archer, Jay Gatsby and Mrs. Ramsey.
Like Helprin's New York, the book's flaws may keep it earthbound, but in its glimpses of transcendence it remains as breathtaking as ever.
I loved this book when I was a young'un; so romantic, high-hearted, exuberant. Revisiting now as a cumudgeon, I still think it's a fine piece of light reading, filled with joy and a love for language. But it's surely not great literature - the characters are not and never will be us, and the tale illuminates nothing of essence. Who cares, though? Well-executed pulp is a blessing and several million times better than television.
But the publisher, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, must be driven into the wastelands for its shoddy Kindle version. This is yet another auto-OCR mess with no apparent proof reading effort. Errors on most pages, and a pathetic low-point: "half a" consistently rendered as "Haifa". Actually, even worse: "city" often becomes "dry".
How much would it have cost them to have a junior editor proof read and correct? Hardly anything, and failing to do this indicates contempt for their product and their customers.
I think they were coming out of bankruptcy when they released the Kindle version, and you can assume that the tawdry effort was part of a push to "monetize" their backlist at the lowest possible cost. But with this kind of attitude to quality, no surprise if they slip back into the pit before long.
And then I read it. It took me many months to get through, because this is not a book that I plowed through, but one I savored. There are many unforgettable scenes in Helprin's book, but if I had to choose one as my favorite, it is Helprin's description of Beverly climbing out to her rooftop apartment and gazing at the constellations, which is so breathtaking that it could make you swoon.
I didn't think about this book in political terms, as some reviewers here suggest, but as a old-fashioned bedtime story suitable for any generation, a rarity these days. And I loved the names of the Heleprin's characters that populated this imaginary Gotham--Asbury Gunwillow, Hardesty Marratta, Romeo Tan, Reverend Mootfowl, Cecil Mature (aka Cecil Wooley), Christiana Freibourg, Praeger de Pinto, Daythril Moobcot.
I was also delighted and amazed by how Helprin was able to transform New York into a glittering, fantastical place yet at the same time remain faithful to its spirit and teeming essence. I must say here that I hated One Hundred Years of Solitude, which struck me as a sprawling bore. Winter's Tale has a pulse and a heart--a big heart--that anchors the entire story. Unlike Marquez, Helprin manages to harness all the energy on the page into something close to a moral testament. I couldn't agree more with DeMott, who wrote: "Not for some time have I read a work as funny, thoughtful, passionate or large-souled." It reads like a dream, and, unlike most dreams, you will remember it for many winters to come.