Mothers and Sons
A Memoir
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- 9,49 €
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- 9,49 €
Descrizione dell’editore
A Best Book of 2024 by The New Yorker
An aging writer’s love letter to his elderly mother, this achingly beautiful work of autofiction traces their family’s history in Greece and in exile.
Theodor Kallifatides, an acclaimed Greek author exiled in Sweden for more than 4 decades at age 68, visits his 92-year-old mother, who still resides in Athens. Both know that this may be one of their last encounters before her death. During the week they spend together, they reminisce about the most important things in their lives, including the presence and absence of Theodor’s father, whose life story he is reading. There, his father explains his difficult journey, from his origins as a Greek exile in Turkey through his months in a Nazi prison, and his passion for teaching.
All this reveals the history of a family through the 20th century. But Kallifatides’s book is above all a wonderful tribute to the love of his mother, depicted in an unforgettable way, while conveying a universal truth about the importance of our mothers.
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In this poetic account, Greek novelist Kallifatides (The Siege of Troy) spins a weeklong visit with his elderly mother into a moving reflection on legacy. When Kallifatides was 68 and his mother was 92, the author returned to Athens from Sweden to write about her before she died. Over lazy mornings with coffee and cookies, the two discussed her childhood, the family's migratory patterns, and some buried ancestral secrets. "I have a tendency to philosophize a little while I am waking up," Kallifatides jokes at one point, before gorgeously examining his unprocessed grief for his late father. Much of the account strikes a similar balance of beauty and self-awareness. After initially worrying his mother's death will destroy the family record, Kallifatides pauses to consider his own well of memories, such as that of a young lover whose "lips tasted of oranges." While fretting about what to share with his own grandchildren, he posits that he'd like to leave them "the scent of a human life, the scent that, though it is not sharp, cuts through time like a perfectly honed knife through a ripe apple." With this slim but generous volume, he's already succeeded. It's a stunning ode to mother and motherland alike.
