The essex serpent
av Sarah Perry (forfatter).
2017 Innbundet
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THE SUNDAY TIMES NUMBER ONE BESTSELLER Overall Book of the Year and Fiction Book of the Year at the British Book Awards 2017 (Nibbies) Longlisted for the 2017 Baileys Women's Prize for Fiction The Waterstones Book of the Year 2016 Shortlisted for the 2016 Costa Novel Award 'One of the most memorable historical novels of the past decade' Sunday Times London 1893. When Cora Seaborne's husband dies, she steps into her new life as a widow with as much relief as sadness: her marriage was not a happy one, and she never suited the role of society wife. Accompanied by her son Francis - a curious, obsessive boy - she leaves town for Essex, where she hopes fresh air and open space will provide the refuge they need. When they take lodgings in Colchester, rumours reach them from further up the estuary that the mythical Essex Serpent, once said to roam the marshes claiming human lives, has returned to the coastal parish of Aldwinter. Cora, a keen amateur naturalist with no patience for religion or superstition, is immediately enthralled, convinced that what the local people think is a magical beast may be a previously undiscovered species. As she sets out on its trail, she is introduced to William Ransome, Aldwinter's vicar. Like Cora, Will is deeply suspicious of the rumours, but he thinks they are founded on moral panic, a flight from real faith. As he tries to calm his parishioners, he and Cora strike up an intense relationship, and although they agree on absolutely nothing, they find themselves inexorably drawn together and torn apart, eventually changing each other's lives in ways entirely unexpected. Told with exquisite grace and intelligence, this novel is most of all a celebration of love, and the many different guises it can take.
Bokdetaljer
Utgivelsesår 2017
Format Innbundet
ISBN13 9781781255445
EAN 9781781255445
Genre Historisk litteratur
Omtalt tid 1800-tallet
Språk Engelsk
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Denne boka fortjener nok egentlig mer en fireren jeg gir den, det er meg, ikke den. Eller kanskje jeg leste den på feil tidspunkt. For jeg liker karakterene, miljøene, handlingen, og jeg elsker naturskildringene! Men så fikk jeg den liksom ikke helt til likevel...
Cora Seaborne kan endelig leve som hun selv vil etter at hun har blitt enke. Sammen med sønnen Francis og venninnen Martha, forlater hun London for Essex. Året er 1893.
Cora har alltid vært interessert i trilobitter, ammonitter og andre forhistoriske ting. I Essex får hun høre om et sjøuhyre, og er fast bestemt på å finne det. Sammen med landsbypresten, William, starter hun jakten. Det handler om både vitenskap, mystikk og overtro når mysteriet skal løses en gang for alle.
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Marianne T siterer The essex serpent av Sarah Perry (side 15)
13:07, 8. mars 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Luke diagnosed himself to be in love, and sought no cure for the disease.
Marianne T siterer The essex serpent av Sarah Perry (side 11)
13:08, 8. mars 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
One o´clock on a dreary day and the time ball dropped at the Greenwich Observatory. (..) Time was being served behind the walls of Newgate jail, and wasted by philosophers in cafes on the Strand; it was lost by those who wished the past were present, and loathed by those who wished the present past.
Mari Nordø Lommelun siterer The essex serpent av Sarah Perry (side 74)
22:18, 22. august 2017 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Had it always been here - this marvellous black earth in which she sank to her ankles, this coral-coloured fungus frilling the branches at her feet? Had birds always sung? Had the rain always this light touch, as if she might inhabit it? She supposed they had, and that it had never been very far from her door. She supposed there must have been other times when she'd laughed alone into the wet bark of a tree, or exclaimed to no-one over the fineness of a fern unfolding, but she could not remember them.
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