Season’s readings: Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin. A very modern fantasy set in a snowbound turn-of-the-century New York, this isn’t obviously. Winter’s Tale [Mark Helprin] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Now a major motion picture New York Times bestseller Utterly extraordinary. From the very first sequence here (a white milk-cart horse bounds over the newly- built Brooklyn Bridge in a bid for freedom), Helprin makes it.
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WINTER’S TALE by Mark Helprin | Kirkus Reviews
For hdlprin same reason, Helprin is drawn to the fuzzy side of nature, and devotes endless passages to fog, mists, clouds, snow. How can a street get crossed ‘in chimes’? Everything about it just tugs at your heartstrings. It did an excellent job of allowing the reader to lose themselves in its pages.
I look forward to reading it again – this time on a snowy day, as my sister recommended nelprin and reading those passages more closely and discovering new details. They mean nothing, and the way they are used and overused is so “high-brow American lit” as to be practically infantile.
Peter makes his way from Dickensian street urchin to mechanic to gang-member and burglar, to something grander. The book never shakes off its internal confusion and decides what it wants to be and where it wants to go, and ultimately fails to leave any mark.
To be fair, when Helprin isn’t waxing lyrical about 1 snow 2 justice 3 urban planning, the plot chugs along, the fantasy is enchanting, the jokes are funny, and the characters are delightfully anachronistic — and not just the ones who are quite literally time-jumpers. Feb 01, Brendan Monroe rated it did not like it Shelves: They are the plough.
It is written for people who like the sound of language in their head, who want to feel long streams of words washing over them. Mar 22, Oliviu Craznic rated it did not like it. It was just smooshed together and forced to get along For me, it went from surreal and magical, charming and quaint to full-on pretentious and then to plain, ol’ silly. The notion of justice also comes in for considerable attention.
One of my all-time favorite songs is “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel. Also, I used to own 5 copies of this book, and I currently known none.
In the end, or rather, as things really are, any event, no matter how small, is intimately and sensibly tied to all others. View all 25 comments.
Season’s readings: Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin
There’s a magic salver, a rainbow-tech bridge; there are valiant, virtuous heroes and heroines. It follows an extraordinarily skilled grand larcenist named Peter Lake, who may or may not in fact be immortal, and through his experience, and the experience of an ever-widening web of those associated to him by degrees, builds a mythology of and for the city in which it is set.
And we have the magical, stuck-in-time-and-space Lake of the Coheres which is like a stepping stone from the last golden age to the turn of this past century and where wise women who love words live.
The visuals are often fabulous with many memorable images but it’s perhaps a novel of brilliant setpieces rather than one of compelling narrative drive and consistency. She makes things happen. Even as I grumbled about the author’s oblique prose and roundabout method of storytelling, I marveled at the sheer abundance of his descriptions and the daring of the narrative.
Here Helprin in a book, remember, published in presents the final days of and the dawn of the year Sometimes, on the street or sailing along in a fast skiff, he would witness the sun’s illumination of color that was given like almost everything else in New York a short and promiscuous embrace.
There’s a white horse. View all 8 comments. Beverly is eccentric, free spirited, and enigmatic.
I was irritated by the wholesale dismissal of non-central characters, but it seemed I was expected to believe in the city I am reluctant to call it New York because it is obviously not a real place and care what happened to it.
Lake also encounters an even more visionary individual: He soon makes a mortal enemy of their leader, Pearly Soames, and is constantly on the run from the gang. Despite all his adjectives and subordinate clauses, talr relentless ambiguity permeates Helprin’s New York.
By abandoning the constraints of storytelling, and seeking instead to infuse his narrative with the reverberations of scripture, Tle reaches wihter effects that perhaps no novel can achieve. She’s almost unearthly, and her love for Peter Lake is like an infinitely blazing star, or rather, a universe of infinitesimal blazing stars that are perpetually waltzing about to a piano He also harbors a view of criminality that is, to say the least, eccentric.
Peter Lake, a simple, uneducated man, because of a love that, at first he does not fully understand, is driven to stop time and bring back the dead. It gets intrusive at times. Stars shine brightly here as well, whether the actual universe of stars or their simulacra in a large chamber or a magical painting.