It's rare, very rare that a book even makes me cry, but then I could not help myself. Certainly, I appreciate the talents of writer Emmanuel Carrère but none of his other books I read made me do as much effect.
This book is autobiographical, it begins during the tsunami, while Emmanuel Carrère and her family is on vacation in Asia with a couple friends. He therefore saw the tragedy live and lose friends. His life changes, his vision also. Especially since shortly after he learned that his younger sister is suffering from an incurable disease and dies quickly.
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rejoicing in this book beautifully written, while modesty, but not maudlin affected me tremendously, I can not say exactly why. The talent of Emmanuel Carrère which, although it may seem pedantic (this is reproached him with his Roman Russian ) is for something, the subject also. And without doubt, the little extra spark that upsets that upsets me.
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