Kent Haruf wrote Our Souls at Night under a death sentence. Despite knowing his life was coming to a sooner end than it should, or perhaps because of this, he created a story about finding love in the final chapter. Our Souls at Night is simply, profoundly, an exquisite homage to love. And it broke my heart. Unsere seelen bei nacht von kent haruf 2017 top-zustand gebundene ausgab. Kostenloser versand. Inhalt: Holt, eine Kleinstadt in Colorado. Eines Tages klingelt Addie, eine Witwe von 70 Jahren, bei ihrem Nachbarn Louis, der seit dem Tod seiner Frau ebenfalls. Addie Moore und Louis Waters sind zwei Nachbarn, die sich seit Jahren kennen und bei denen beide vor einiger Zeit die Ehepartner verstorben sind. Da beiden bewusst. Because, the story. Because, there will be no more. I read Our Souls at Night in one sitting and wept in the final pages. Even now, thinking of endings, of the ending of this book, the endin Kent Haruf wrote Our Souls at Night under a death sentence. Despite knowing his life was coming to a sooner end than it should, or perhaps because of this, he created a story about finding love in the final chapter. Our Souls at Night is simply, profoundly, an exquisite homage to love. And it broke my heart. Because, the story. Because, there will be no more. I read Our Souls at Night in one sitting and wept in the final pages. Even now, thinking of endings, of the ending of this book, the ending of an author I adore, I weep. I weep for aging bodies, for small, mean minds that do such damage, for the elderly, forgotten and alone. I weep for all the stories we will never witness. And I come full circle, to mourn a cherished voice silenced by disease and death. Kent Haruf is the author I take to other countries, pressing his name into the ears of readers not familiar with his work. ' Plainsong,' I say, ' Eventide. An American voice like no other.' And to this, I add the perfection of Our Souls at Night. Addie Moore and Louis Waters are neighbors, familiar but not friends, in Haruf's conjured Holt, CO. In their 70s, they are both widowed and living alone with their fractured pasts. One day, Addie approaches Louis and asks if he would consider coming to her house occasionally, to share her bed. I’m talking about getting through the night, she says. And lying warm in bed, companionably. Lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst. Don’t you think? I think so, he says. That's all you really need to know about the plot. What follows is achingly beautiful and gracious and solemn; a meditation on living in the present, a requiem to the held hand. My heart is so full of admiration and affection for Kent Haruf, his stories, his characters, his dry, dusty, flat eastern Colorado. I ache for what was, what will never be again. I am thankful for this final, perfect book—written for his wife and true love, Cathy—and her generosity in sharing it with her husband's readers. Kent, you are so missed. And then there was the day when Addie Moore made a call on Louis Waters.Louis and Addie are both getting on, in their 70s, Louis having lost his wife a year back, Addie a widow for some time. Both are lonely and could do with some company. While they have known each other for a long time, they have never been close. Acquaintances more than friends. Until Addie suggests that it would be a great help, given her trouble sleeping, if Louis would consent to sleep with her, not hide-the-salami sleep And then there was the day when Addie Moore made a call on Louis Waters.Louis and Addie are both getting on, in their 70s, Louis having lost his wife a year back, Addie a widow for some time. Both are lonely and could do with some company.
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