SHADOW OF THE WIND BOOK
The Shadow of the Wind book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. The international literary sensation, about a boy's ques. The Shadow of the Wind is a novel by the Spanish writer Carlos Ruiz Zafón and a worldwide bestseller. The book was translated into English in by. The Shadow of the Wind is a coming-of-age tale of a young boy who, through the magic of a single book, finds a purpose greater than himself and a hero in a.
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THE SHADOW OF THE WIND. Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Author, Lucia Graves, Translator, trans. from the Spanish by Lucia Graves. Penguin $ Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Ruiz Zafón's novel, a bestseller in his native Spain, takes the satanic touches from Angel Heart and stirs them into a. "Gabriel García Márquez meets Umberto Eco meets Jorge Luis Borges for a sprawling magic show."—The New York Times Book Review A New York Times.
The son of a secondhand bookseller, Daniel found this volume in the city's "Cemetery of Forgotten Books", a labyrinthine library in the oldest part of town in which the works of authors immortal yet unread are assembled in their thousands.
The Shadow of the Wind
It seemed to call to him from the shelf, and when he read it, it took possession of him; yet this novel has a history as well as a plot.
It is not merely neglected, it turns out: a menacing and faceless figure has been implacably hunting down every available copy and burning it - that individual, it becomes clear, is now hunting Daniel too.
His situation, Daniel sees, bears uncanny resemblances to that of the protagonist in The Shadow of the Wind, but it's to Carax's biography that he'll have to turn if he's to find his pursuer's motive. The more he finds out about his subject, the more he learns of lives affected or more often afflicted by their contact with the writer, burned by the artist's all-consuming egotism.
Just to make things more complicated - and a great deal darker - Daniel finds his researches have attracted the interest of the thuggish and vindictive city police chief, Ignacio Fumero.
Novels constructed like Russian dolls, stories within stories, with terraced layers of surveillance and interpretation embedded in texts which advertise their own artificiality: this is the standard stuff of doctrinaire postmodernism. That this elaborate nest of narratives stacks together so neatly is impressive; that the cogs which drive the action whir quite so swiftly and smoothly is little short of miraculous.
The ancestral tribulations of Carax's adoptive Aldaya family are genuinely heartrending, for all their gothic extrava gance; the menace of Fumero transcends his unmistakable aura of grand guignol. In short, all the characters live.
The undoubted flaws in The Shadow of the Wind do, ironically, stem from an overvaluing of words at the expense of things. When the one and only title that bears his true name is ignominiously dismissed, he begins to write a new book in fulfillment of a shockingly lucrative contract for a mysterious foreign publisher. And then the real-life murders begin … and multiply.
Almost three decades later, in The Shadow of the Wind , the Sempere son, Daniel, is on a quest of his own. A few years have passed when the The Prisoner of Heaven begins with Daniel now a husband and father. The real — or not?
Concepts and constructs of authorship, identity, so-called truth, perspectives of good and evil and every grey zone in between, are all here just waiting to be questioned and challenged. Yes, each novel stands alone, but when read together, the connections become sublime, even at the price of your own memory sanity?!
Beyond the body count, go ahead and attempt to figure it all out … at least until the next book comes along and turns all theories to … well … fiction. Superbly done.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books: Like this:Is it because Daniel consciously chooses to chance his path or has fate dealt him a better hand? This is an excellent piece of literature.
Views Read Edit View history. In this sense death becomes a fate we chose ourselves.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, hidden behind heavy bolted doors and high walls, brought voices alive of authors passed and present, who needed their story discovered and told. It's my all-time favorite.