Here Is Where We Meet
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Here Is Where We Meet
Narrated by:
Simon McBurney
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Narrated by:
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Simon McBurney
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John Berger
The centenary edition, with a newly commissioned introduction by Anne Michaels.
‘A triumph . . . Sad, reflective and peppered with unforgettable images' Guardian
No one appreciates the detail of being alive more than the dead. In Lisbon, a man encounters his mother sitting on a park bench who laughs with the impudence of a schoolgirl. She has been dead for fifteen years. In Krakow market he recognises Ken, his passeur, the most important person in his life between the ages of eleven and seventeen. They last met when Ken was sixty-five - forty years ago.
The number of lives that enter any one life is incalculable. In this nomadic and playful book which travels through fictions across Europe, seemingly disparate stories reveal themselves to be linked, mislaid objects find their place and sensual memories penetrate the present.©2005 John Berger (P)2026 Bloomsbury Publishing PLC
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Reviews
A triumph . . . Sad, reflective and peppered with unforgettable images . . . it makes us stop and take a breath. It makes us see the world afresh. Makes us do a double-take.
Here Is Where We Meet is recognisably of a genre that Berger long ago made his own: the rich amalgam of novel, essay and autobiography. It seems very much a genre of the future. Where a comparable writer, W. G. Sebald, always risked a certain nostalgia in his invention of an erudite, time-travelling persona, Berger reads as if he is reaching for forms as yet not invented.
Either an autobiographical fiction, a fictional autobiography, or maybe a hybrid of breviary, consecration, and ancestor worship; in any case, quite brilliant.'
Berger's clarity, passion and independence put him closer to the heart of things than many a more famous name.
Poetic, philosophical and profound . . . One of our best living British writers.
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