With ravishing beauty and unsettling intelligence, Michael Ondaatje's Booker Prize-winning novel traces the intersection of four damaged lives in an Italian villa at the end of World War II. Hana, the exhausted nurse; the maimed thief, Caravaggio; the wary sapper, Kip: each is haunted by the... read more
The historical backdrop for this novel is the Second World War in Northern Africa and Italy. Hana, a young Canadian Army nurse, lives in the abandoned Villa San Girolamo in Italy, which is filled with hidden, undetonated bombs. In her care is the man nicknamed "the English patient," of whom... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“He listens to her, swallowing her words like water.”
“If I gave you my life you would drop it. Wouldn't you?”
“The desert could not be claimed or owned—it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East…. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.”
“For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.”
“That was how he felt safest. Revealing nothing.”
“There are betrayals in war that are childlike with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habit of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.”
““What do you hate most?” he asks. “A lie. And you?”“Ownership,” he says. When you leave me, forget me.””
“How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled?”
““I just want you to know. I don’t miss you yet.” “You will,” she says.”
““Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman’s neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?” Madox watches me for a moment through the noon glare. “Pull yourself together,” he mutters.”
“What is terrible in what I did? Don’t we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it.”
“He pointed his thick finger to the spot by his Adam’s apple and said, “This is called the vascular sizood.” Giving that hollow at her neck an official name.”
“We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such earth that had no maps.”
“I shall have to learn how to miss you.”
“Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of the needle.”
“Their bodies had met in perfumes, in sweat, frantic to get under that thin film with a tongue or a tooth, as if they each could grip character there and during love pull it right off the body of the other.”
I The Villa
II In Near Ruins
III Sometimes a Fire
IV South Cairo 1930-1938
V Katharine
VI A Buried Plan
VII In Situ
VIII A Holy Forest
IX The Cave of Swimmers
X August
Preceded by The Famished Road, and followed by Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha.
Preceded by Jazz, and followed by Smilla's Sense of Snow.
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