Anita Hajdu itibaren Torovo, Slovenia

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11/21/2024

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2019-09-17 03:40

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Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Panama Yayıncılık

I haven't read a book about the Beatles for awhile and decided I'd like to see what's out there. My local library is small and didn't have much. Then I found this book and felt that I'd hit the jackpot. I've always been intrigued by the whole Pattie/George/Eric triangle. What a great way to hear about it from Pattie herself. I think she's a brilliant writer. I'm 3/4 of the way through and it's been one of those books that I just can't put down. In fact I could have had it read by now, but I'm delaying it, savoring it, because I don't want it to end. It's been so interesting to learn about Pattie herself and her upbringing. I've never known much about her, just her name and I know I've seen a few pictures of her with the Beatles. My husband's not much of a book reader, but as I've told him a bit about what I'm reading, he's wanted to learn more and I've been reading it to him. I think it's great that she's so honest about everything she went through and remembers. It's been quite a ride. I admire her and think she's a beautiful person inside and out. My heart ached for her as I read about her heartaches. I'm so happy that I came across this book. If you want to know the story of Pattie, George and Eric, why look anywhere else? If you love learning about the Beatles lives, this is a great book to turn to as well. Well done Pattie, for having the courage and strength to write this! Even though I'm not quite finished reading it, it's been one of the best books I've read in a long time. Yours is a story that has deeply touched me.

2019-09-17 05:40

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Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Nesil Çocuk Yayınları

I enjoyed this book very much indeed. It is a tale of historical fiction, a series of tableaux or short narrations by 3 different characters, all of whom are drawn to, or love George Hardy, the Georgie of the title. Initially he is a medical student but later in the story is a practising doctor in makeshift hospitals on the battlegrounds of the Crimean War in 1853. The first 2 narrations take place in and around Liverpool city centre and also Ince Blundell (very close to my childhood home). The story is blunt and at times, uncomfortable to read. Bainbridge was a true word-smith and her ability to depict scenes and real living people and how she makes you feel as though you are there, is very palpable. She notes everything from bodily smells, textures and tones, unspoken messages in a flash of the eye, class distinction and repressed passion in a beautiful mixture of words put together brilliantly. Her style is edgy, blunt, poetic and exquisite. Pompey Jones is another of the narrators; a young working man who has had a long association with Georgie, mainly as his photographic assistant and sometimes lover. His career progresses as a professional photographer and ends up in the same battlefield as Georgie and Myrtle in the Crimea. I have always found photography and its earliest forms, very interesting so this was another sideline to the story (photographs of wounds for the local surgeons association in addition to moral boosting images one would expect). Later in the story, the plot culminates during the Crimean War where many officers took their families and wives out to live near the battlefields. A weird and frightening concept which progresses with the children being sent away but Myrtle, who adores Georgie, stays and ultimately becomes embroiled in the battle as the war worsens. She cuts her hair, becomes sunburnt, wears dead men's clothing and does everything to remain true and nearby to Georgie, the subject of her undying love. The end of this story made me shed tears and bought the horror of war and loss to a brutal conclusion in few cleverly chosen words. I would highly recommend this and am including a quote below which I think illustrates Bainbridge's haunting writing style. This passage follows Myrtle and another officer's wife coming back from riding their horses having seen two young injured solders who they now pass again to find one of them has since died where he lay: 'There's a sameness about death that makes the emotions stiffen - which is for the best, else one would be uselessly crying the day long. It's why Georgie often seems insensitive to other people's feelings. Dealing with the dying, one must either blunt the senses or go mad. The soldier wouldn't come with us, or speak. He and the dead boy stared at each other. We told him we'd send someone back to help carry the body down to the camp. He didn't seem to hear, just stood there, hugging himself. Mrs Yardley jerked the jackets from the trees and covered that purple face from view. It made no difference, the birds kept on singing and the men went on staring. Mrs Yardley wept as we continued on our way. I was thinking about a fable I'd read about a monk who every evening heard the song of a nightingale. He asked permission to go and find the bird, but the Abbot said it was not for man to listen too closely to the voice of God. One night the monk crept from his cell, entered the forest and listened for an hour to the glorious outpouring of melody. He returned to find fifty years had passed in his absence and there remained but one member of the order alive to recognise him, the rest being buried beneath the swaying poplar trees. I considered telling Mrs Yardley the story, to take her out of herself, but suddenly grew confused as to its meaning. Was it joy that had made the years fly, or was the monk being punished for disobedience? When we came out of the woods I was weeping too, for I had pushed out the monk and fitted myself into the fable, and fifty years had passed since we'd set out that morning. I looked below, at the glitter of the lake and the spread of white tents, and dwelt on how bitter life would be if someone other than Georgie was left to remember me. Then I thought of him old, his hair grown white and me still a girl, and all that love I'd given him rotting like the cherries on the dead solder's lap.'

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