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Raamatukoi kasutab küpsiseid, et tagada e-poe toimimine, pakkuda paremat kasutajamugavust, mõõta e-poe külastatavust ning kuvada teile personaalseid pakkumisi ja reklaame. Klõpsates 'Nõustun', annate oma nõusoleku vajalike ja valikuliste küpsiste kasutamiseks.
What was it you said again? «You have a strange look in your eyes – like a bystander observing the world. You're not French, are you?» So the letter from one near stranger to another begins, and so begins Tonu Onnepalu's novel of a life lived on the margin where East and West uneasily meet. At home in neither his native land nor his adopted country, the unnamed narrator writes from a border state that transcends national boundaries. His letter, this novel, is a precise depiction of that state, of a consciousness forged by poverty so harsh that even the sunlight is a treasure: «I come from a country where the sun is as rare as a diamond, an incredible gold coin which is examined in the light and tested by biting....
In the autumn the sun is stashed with potatoes and rutabagas in cellars». Driven by the need to confess, the narrator recounts the circumstances surrounding the murder of his wealthy male lover. His confession is a painfully sharp rendering of what it means to straddle the lines between East and West, rich and poor, light and dark – to live flush within «a series of impoverished, dark countries which helplessly bemoan their still-born histories». A story of misguided passion, Border State offers a rare, brilliantly realized account of a lost man in the grip of Western excess, emotionally crippled by the world that is subsuming his own and inhabiting a West in which «all countries have become imaginary deserts of ruins where crowds of nomads roam from one attraction to the other». The tale of his journey, in which disillusion and murder become inextricably linked, is a compelling map of the vexed territory between scarcity and surfeit, longing and greed, lucidity andmadness.
What was it you said again? «You have a strange look in your eyes – like a bystander observing the world. You're not French, are you?» So the letter from one near stranger to another begins, and so begins Tonu Onnepalu's novel of a life lived on the margin where East and West uneasily meet. At home in neither his native land nor his adopted country, the unnamed narrator writes from a border state that transcends national boundaries. His letter, this novel, is a precise depiction of that state, of a consciousness forged by poverty so harsh that even the sunlight is a treasure: «I come from a country where the sun is as rare as a diamond, an incredible gold coin which is examined in the light and tested by biting....
In the autumn the sun is stashed with potatoes and rutabagas in cellars». Driven by the need to confess, the narrator recounts the circumstances surrounding the murder of his wealthy male lover. His confession is a painfully sharp rendering of what it means to straddle the lines between East and West, rich and poor, light and dark – to live flush within «a series of impoverished, dark countries which helplessly bemoan their still-born histories». A story of misguided passion, Border State offers a rare, brilliantly realized account of a lost man in the grip of Western excess, emotionally crippled by the world that is subsuming his own and inhabiting a West in which «all countries have become imaginary deserts of ruins where crowds of nomads roam from one attraction to the other». The tale of his journey, in which disillusion and murder become inextricably linked, is a compelling map of the vexed territory between scarcity and surfeit, longing and greed, lucidity andmadness.
Uued raamatud - suur osa on laos olemas (seisukord>uus), aga suur osa on ka tellimisel (seisukord > uus tellimisel). Tellimisel raamatud saabuvad lattu enamasti 1-2-3 päeva jooksul.
Kasutatud raamatud (seisukord > väga hea, hea, rahuldav) on kõik kohe laos või poes olemas.
Mis siis teha, kui minu otsitud raamat on läbi müüdud?
Leia otsitav raamat täppisotsinguga siit. Saada oma soov info@raamatukoi.ee. Me salvestame selle ja anname teada, kui raamatu leiame. Vahel leiame kiiresti, vahel kulub aastaid. On raamatuid, mille järjekorras on mitu inimest.
Kuidas raamatud kätte saab?
Saadame raamatuid kõigisse pakikappidesse ja kulleriga otse tellija aadressile. Raamatuile saab ka ise kauplustesse järele tulla: Harju tn 1 Tallinnas või Lossi tn 28 Viljandis. Soome, Lätti ja Leetu saadame raamatuid nii pakikappidesse kui tavapostiga, mujale maailmas samuti tavapostiga. Loe lähemalt siit.
Millises seisukorras on kasutatud raamatud?
Iga kasutatud raamatu eksemplari juures on märgitud seisukord: väga hea, hea, rahuldav, halb ja vajadust mööda ka täpsustus. Loe lähemalt siit.
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https://raamatukoi.ee/border-state171750Border Statehttps://raamatukoi.ee/media/catalog/product/b/o/border-state.jpg00EUROutOfStock/ilukirjandus/eesti ilukirjandus411210What was it you said again? «You have a strange look in your eyes – like a bystander observing the world. You're not French, are you?» So the letter from one near stranger to another begins, and so begins Tonu Onnepalu's novel of a life lived on the margin where East and West uneasily meet. At home in neither his native land nor his adopted country, the unnamed narrator writes from a border state that transcends national boundaries. His letter, this novel, is a precise depiction of that state, of a consciousness forged by poverty so harsh that even the sunlight is a treasure: «I come from a country where the sun is as rare as a diamond, an incredible gold coin which is examined in the light and tested by biting.... <br /> <br />In the autumn the sun is stashed with potatoes and rutabagas in cellars». Driven by the need to confess, the narrator recounts the circumstances surrounding the murder of his wealthy male lover. His confession is a painfully sharp rendering of what it means to straddle the lines between East and West, rich and poor, light and dark – to live flush within «a series of impoverished, dark countries which helplessly bemoan their still-born histories». A story of misguided passion, Border State offers a rare, brilliantly realized account of a lost man in the grip of Western excess, emotionally crippled by the world that is subsuming his own and inhabiting a West in which «all countries have become imaginary deserts of ruins where crowds of nomads roam from one attraction to the other». The tale of his journey, in which disillusion and murder become inextricably linked, is a compelling map of the vexed territory between scarcity and surfeit, longing and greed, lucidity andmadness. <br /> What was it you said again? «You have a strange look in your eyes – like a bystander observing the world. You're not French, are you?» So the letter from one near stranger to another begins, and so begins Tonu Onnepalu's novel of a life lived on the margin where East and West uneasily meet. At home in neither his native land nor his adopted country, the unnamed narrator writes from a border state that transcends national boundaries. His letter, this novel, is a precise depiction of that state, of a consciousness forged by poverty so harsh that even the sunlight is a treasure: «I come from a country where the sun is as rare as a diamond, an incredible gold coin which is examined in the light and tested by biting.... <br /> <br />In the autumn the sun is stashed with potatoes and rutabagas in cellars». Driven by the need to confess, the narrator recounts the circumstances surrounding the murder of his wealthy male lover. His confession is a painfully sharp rendering of what it means to straddle the lines between East and West, rich and poor, light and dark – to live flush within «a series of impoverished, dark countries which helplessly bemoan their still-born histories». A story of misguided passion, Border State offers a rare, brilliantly realized account of a lost man in the grip of Western excess, emotionally crippled by the world that is subsuming his own and inhabiting a West in which «all countries have become imaginary deserts of ruins where crowds of nomads roam from one attraction to the other». The tale of his journey, in which disillusion and murder become inextricably linked, is a compelling map of the vexed territory between scarcity and surfeit, longing and greed, lucidity andmadness. <br />
