Jason Sawtelle Sawtelle de Karauda, Uttar Pradesh, India
Ce livre a mis le dernier clou dans le cercueil de ma croyance en Dieu.
Une lecture d'été rapide et légère, rien de plus.
Meco, a former architect, used to be a "domer", one of those people who live in enclosed communities which rely entirely on technology for food, clothing, housing. Meco is turfed, that is thrown out of his dome, for a transgression - a punishment that is considered worse than death, since the land outside the domes is barren and dead. All of a sudden Meco finds himself forced to work the land for his daily handful of beans when he used to live a life I imagine pretty much alike to what we're used to, and he's not faring too well, living in a damp sod house, pulling his own plough and with only his devious neighbor Varas for company. Meco's being a turfed domer makes it unable for him to go to the taon, a human settlement, when he wants to buy a drag beast, so he sends Varas who, true to form, doesn't bring him an animal but two Novigi slaves. Meco hasn't it in him to own another person, human or not, though, so he sets Lys and Tywyll free on their first evening. Soon, he finds himself drawn into the strange bond that connects the two young men. Domers use to completely suppress their sexuality with chemical means. Cut loose from that, and with two sexually very active young men close by, Meco's own needs slowly awake, together with the land once the Novigi start working it. Lys and Tywyll do everything to include Mecon in their bond and into their love and care for each other and the land. And as the land changes, so does Meco, going from careful acceptance to friendship to lust until he's open for more, for a love and a deeper connection of his own, a connection he'll sacrifice everything for, even his life. This was a wonderful book. Meco's shy, compelling persona immediately captured my heart, and so did Lys, open, giving and generous, and Tywyll, who was determined, fierce and protective. I experienced Meco's slow development, his growth along with him, and cheered him on along the way. The writing was flawless, almost poetic at times, and the erotic scenes fit seamlessly into the flow of the narrative, occuring inevitably like the change of the seasons. A quiet book, despite the fighting scenes, and yet endlessly fascinating, an outstanding read. Can't recommend it highly enough.
I've enjoyed rereading Anne of Green Gables and the next book in the series, Anne of Avonlea. These are classic stories set on PEI. I never did read all of the books in the set, but maybe I'll read a few more as i find them. That time as set in the stories was much simpler and more innocent than life now. Imagination was something that made you invent games to play, stories to tell and dreams to aspire to. Sometimes I wish for those times without television, cellphones and computers and electronic games. I have a feeling people knew how to make their own happiness andwere much more content than they are now wth manufactures of electronic devices and adverts telling u what to buy and where to go to make us happy. Simpler times for sure. Somehow I think some quality of life - real life - was lost as we progressed to viewing reality shows, hyped up hollywood movies and lives of idols and playing games that dictate our imaginations. No wonder we're losing our identieties.