An edition of Hollow Heart (2015)

Hollow Heart

  • 0 Ratings
  • 1 Want to read
  • 0 Currently reading
  • 0 Have read
Not in Library

My Reading Lists:

Create a new list

Check-In

×Close
Add an optional check-in date. Check-in dates are used to track yearly reading goals.
Today

  • 0 Ratings
  • 1 Want to read
  • 0 Currently reading
  • 0 Have read

Buy this book

Last edited by MARC Bot
September 21, 2020 | History
An edition of Hollow Heart (2015)

Hollow Heart

  • 0 Ratings
  • 1 Want to read
  • 0 Currently reading
  • 0 Have read

In this courageous, inventive, irreverent, and shrewd novel, Viola Di Grado tells the story of a suicide and what follows. She gives voice to an astonishing vision of life after life, portraying the awful longing and sense of loss that plague the dead, together with the solitude provoked by the impossibility of communicating. The afterlife itself is seen as a dark, seething place where one is preyed upon by the cruel and unrelenting elements. Hollow Heart will frighten as it provokes, enlighten as it causes concern. If ever there were a novel that follows Kafka's prescription for a book to be an axe for the frozen sea within us, it is Hollow Heart.

In this, Di Grado's second novel after 70% Acrylic 30% Wool, the twenty-seven-year-old prodigy gives proof of her reputation as a singular and explosive talent.

Publish Date
Publisher
Europa Editions
Language
English
Pages
176

Buy this book

Edition Availability
Cover of: Hollow Heart
Hollow Heart
2015, Europa Editions
Paperback in English

Add another edition?

Book Details


Edition Notes

Published in
New York, USA
Other Titles
Cuore cavo
Copyright Date
2015
Translation Of
Cuore cavo
Translated From
Italian

Classifications

Library of Congress
PQ4904.I21485 C8613 2015, PQ4904.I21485

Contributors

Book Designer
Emanuele Ragnisco
Translator
Antony Shugaar

The Physical Object

Format
Paperback
Pagination
174p.
Number of pages
176

ID Numbers

Open Library
OL25931105M
ISBN 13
9781609452711
LCCN
2015295801
OCLC/WorldCat
911186710

Excerpts

Sand filled the bed, tracing a yellowish line from my sweaty back to his as he slept beside me. I turned to look at Lorenzo. A streak of light from the streetlamps, filtering in through a crack in the ramshackle blinds, illuminated the wet grains along his neck and back and his folded arms, as tidy as a text message.
Page 55, added by lalala.

nice language

Boxing up all your feelings in a single phrase is very convenient: it's an insurance policy against the mysteries of the subconscious. I relied upon that phrase where everyone takes shelter, that well-heated room where one can sit rapt in prayer. I relied upon my desire and upon my cloistered state within my desire. I trusted the self-abnegation that you could build inside, already thoroughly tested over the millennia by human animals on themselves: I thought I'd found safety.
Page 57, added by lalala.

thoughtful

Its loneliness in the bowels of the earth and the worm invasions certainly didn't do it any good, but I didn't let appearances deceive me: I liked seeing my body open up, revealed little by little behind the flesh, like a confession. It was full of organs: that is the true meaning of inner beauty.
Page 80, added by lalala.

interesting observation

She'd put up a sheet of paper behind the counter that said AWAKE AND SING, YE THAT DWELL IN DUST: FOR THY DEW IS AS THE DEW OF HERBS, AND THE EARTH SHALL CAST OUT THE DEAD. ISAIAH 26:19. "What's that?" "Resurrection of the bodies. The Bible is very clear on this point. We shall rise again, Dorotea, we shall rise again."
Page 83, added by lalala.

theme of hope

I myself, or the world, go on as before. And to think that I expected so much from death. At the very least, a conclusion. I believed in an end. Deep down I was an idealist, and I had no idea.
Page 86, added by lalala.

ironic summation

He shut the door. I could have passed through it and gone back to be with him, but it struck me as an obscene act. My immateriality had never before struck me as so vulgar. I stayed inside the door. I stayed the door . . . I thought: "The city of confusion is broken down: every house is shut up, that no man my come in. Isaiah 24:10."
Page 155, added by lalala.

feels real

It was so sad, sad, sad to be able to touch only in one direction.
Page 156, added by lalala.

emotive

Community Reviews (0)

Feedback?
No community reviews have been submitted for this work.

History

Download catalog record: RDF / JSON
September 21, 2020 Edited by MARC Bot import existing book
August 4, 2020 Edited by ImportBot import existing book
July 7, 2016 Edited by lalala excerpts
July 7, 2016 Edited by lalala description
July 7, 2016 Created by lalala Added new book.