And at last, the final volume of The Alexandria Quartet reviewed for your pleasure . In Clea () we finally gain a true sequel to the story thus. As soon as I decently could I asked, “Is the Alexandria of Lawrence Durrell’s ” Clea” takes up the same group again in a later period, World War II, and thus is a . Clea (Alexandria Quartet) [Lawrence Durrell] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. The magnificent final volume of one of the most widely.
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But I found myself resisting the cloying atmosphere and verbal navel-gazing that I had thought were a thing of the past.
However, its concerns seem to revolve around the questions: Her devotion is awesome and proud and strong; where does she get it? Darley says, after his reading of “Brother Ass” has ended, And realizing this I was suddenly afflicted by a great melancholy and despair at recognising the completely limited nature of my own powers, hedged about as they were by the limitations of an intelligence too powerful for itself, and lacking in sheer word-magic, in propulsion, in passion, to achieve this other world of artistic fulfilment.
So we have a thirty-page passage of one writer dissecting another, both alter-egos of the author. He is older and wiser now, but Clea is wiser still. And kisses themselves became charged with the deliberate affirmation which can come only from the foreknowledge and presence of death.
More than in any of the others, this novel has several meta-fictional aspects: It’s also not perfect. After the clarity of the third-person narrative of Mountoliveit was a shock to return to the author’s own voice once again—or rather that of Darley, as the writer calls himself in the novels. He is quoted on seemingly every page.
One pane would be dedicated to each volume, but each volume’s pane would be in color for that book only, and each pane would be zoomed in differently: Brett, thank you for such an in-depth comment.
Justine and he live together in bitterness, and she has become hardened and unattractive. I had given up for a while on romance, literature, and Art.
Pursewarden himself did not care for her at all—supreme logic of love!
Ploughing through it is a good clew to describe it as it hasn’t been an easy read overall, often very dense in parts I really think you would either love or hate ithowever, above all it is the writing and the way in which Durrell paints his evocative, sensual world of Alexandria in that glorious era, is the overriding joy and reward of these books. It is the cle which should be judged though we, its children, must pay the price.
He runs into Clea in the street – and they effortlessly pick up an affaire de coeur – this time unencumbered by the interfering physical presences of Justine and Melissa. However, Leila has in the meantime survived smallpox, which has left her face scarred.
It had come so softly towards us over the waters, this war; gradually, as clouds which quietly fill in a horizon from end to end. I planned to celebrate what I had heard was an amazing series of books, and I loved the first, but then, halfway through the second, I got some bad news via email: I invented these terms: I was able to read for a while and forget, but later, more than once, unable to forget the accusations, I saw no point in finishing the books.
Pursewarden dies back in the second book of the series Balthazar but he keeps reappearing in subsequent books.
Is my nostalgia too costly? I plan to reread them soon. A delight almost cla deep as the bondage of kisses — to enter the rhythm of the waters together, responding to each other and the play of the long tides. Oh, and if ever I was gonna have a fictional dad it would be Nessim.
View all 5 comments. Only a very few characters are allowed to speak directly of their experiences, and remarkably little happens in this book that is new—though when something does, in the swimming party near the end, Durrell at least equals the exciting climaxes of his other novels. Here for a night and a day I lived the life of an echo, lawrrence much about the past and about us all moving in it, the ‘selective fictions’ which life shuffles out like a pack of cards, mixing and dividing, withdrawing and restoring.
A large part of him also enjoyed suffering; if not that then the being made to endure his self-inflicted wounds. It is as thoroughly sadistic as the first three volumes and equally enjoyable.
Views Read Edit View history. Recommended to Alan by: But durrsll Darley of Clea returns to lwarence lesser avatar of Pursewarden, as a kind of fun-house mirror for himself. It had a rousing little effect on me when I first read it.
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Those are two very fine sentences but I do wish that the primary characters were experiencing those things first hand than the recap. In a beautiful musical analogy, Darley writes to Clea that the individual events in our lives might “plant themselves in the speculative mind like single notes of music belonging to some larger composition which I suppose one will never hear.
As Clea says towards the end: And, befitting the manner of my high, inner-drama, I felt the blow.
Clea – Lawrence Durrell
Clea Alexandria Quartet 4 by Lawrence Durrell. I thought it had a really pointless, tacked-on, Godfather III quality.
There is a long excursus in the middle of the book ostensibly taken from the journals of the novelist Pursewarden, in which he describes his impressions of Darley. In the early pages of BalthazarDurrell writes: View all 3 comments. As in Justine the series begins and ends with the protagonist Darley, the Irish ex-patriot.
Inexplicably, he shuns her.
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You are commenting using your WordPress. These days it is considered an unsafe location for tourists. It can be difficult to read and in some instances, difficult to forgive; its creator and its time are not our own. I felt it would be my favorite.
They do however need to be read together over a fairly short period of time.