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JBBG00-11 John Banville - The Blue Guitar.nfo
General Information
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Title: The Blue Guitar
Author: John Banville
Read By: Gerry O'Brien
Copyright: 2015
Audiobook Copyright: 2015
Genre: Fiction - Literary - Contemporary
Publisher: Recorded Books
Abridged: No
Original Media Information
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Source: OneClick MP3 ENCRYPTED
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Number of MP3s: 11
Total Duration: 9:25:58
Total MP3 Size: 259.29
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Book Description
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Publisher's Summary
From the Booker Prize-winning author of The Sea and Ancient Light, a
new novel - at once trenchant, witty, and shattering - about the intricacies
of artistic creation and theft, and about the ways in which we learn
to possess one another and to hold on to ourselves. Equally self-aggrandizing
and self-deprecating, our narrator, Oliver Otway Orme, is a painter
of some renown and a petty thief who does not steal for profit and has
never before been caught. But he's pushing 50, feels like a hundred,
and things have not been going so well lately. Having recognized the
"man-killing crevasse" that exists between what he sees and any representation
he might make of it - any attempt to make what he sees his own - he's
stopped painting. And his last purloined possession - the last time
he felt the "secret sliver of bliss" in thievery - has been discovered.
The fact that it was the wife of the man who was, perhaps, his best
friend has compelled him to run away: from his mistress, his home, his
wife, from whatever remains of his impulse to paint and from the tragedy
that haunts him, and to sequester himself in the house where he was
born, trying to uncover in himself the answer to how and why things
have turned out as they have. Excavating memories of family, of places
he's called home, and of the way he has apprehended the world around
him ("no matter what else is going on, one of my eyes is always swiveling
toward the world beyond"), Ollie reveals the very essence of a man who,
in some way, has always been waiting to be rescued from himself.
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