And The Mountains Echoed – book review

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Saturday, November 8, 2014 Review by Fabrizio Giulimondi
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And The Mountains Echoed

By popular demand I’m publishing again the review of this wonderful novel.

“She turns her face to look at him, her big brother, her ally in all things, but his face is too close and she can’t see the whole of it. Only the dip of his brow, the rise of his nose, the curve of his eyelashes. But she doesn’t mind. She is happy enough to be near him, with him—her brother—and as a nap slowly steals her away, she feels herself engulfed in a wave of absolute calm. She shuts her eyes. Drifts off, untroubled, everything clear, and radiant, and all at once.”

Riccardo Muti, while directing some operas by Verdi, falls in a state of apnea, overwhelmed by the power of the compositions coming to life before the gestures of his hands and, before the grandiosity of the Sistine Chapel, you might fall prey to Stendhal Syndrome.

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Those are the same emotions you might feel when reading “And the Mountains Echoed” by Khaled Husseini (Piemme).

The Kite Runner moved us and A Thousand Splendid Suns left us speechless.
“And The Mountains Echoed” will get inside you and will not leave.

It tastes of ginger, saffron and cedar.
It smells of sadness, melancholy and regret, and then becomes a persistent, heart-breaking and unbearable beauty which drags and tramples the reader and never let go of him, chasing him even after the final word, permeating the air, because the reader knows he’s just experienced a violent emotion and he misses it, like you miss a fresh breeze that strokes your face and then leave you during a sweltering day. The reader can’t give up that breeze and wishes to feel it again on his skin.

What is beauty? What is sadness? Can you experience them and live them at the same time? You will see beauty and sadness into the green eyes of a very beloved woman with wheat colored hair, but those eyes will vanish in the memory of a distant dream before awakening.

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You will love every character and the stories the Author will dedicate to them, and each story will slowly and imperceptibly become a piece in a puzzle, a tile in a mosaic, and only in the end everything will come together and each narrated life will connect with the next one, and you will finally be able to see the fresco in its whole grandiosity: where there was lack, there will be presence.

The canvas has been painted with words and ink writes the mark of deep and indelible feelings and you, with watering eyes, will linger a little bit longer after reading the last letter, hesitating on the final page, book glued in your hands.
A thousand stories, a thousand looks, a thousand truths, but the Truth will be only one: a thousand rivulets which, apparently far away and confused, will flow into the same river, merging their waters.

The beginning is a journey: two little Afghan siblings, Abdullah, a few years older than Pari, and their father, the harsh, proud and hard-working Sabur, who has a talent for telling traditional fables of djinns, fairies and divs. Pari is sold to some rich men, and after the separation of the two siblings the story will start crossing through your soul, and there it will stay:

“I found a sad little fairy beneath the shade of a paper tree.
I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night”

By Fabrizio Giulimondi

Highly recommended to read. Great book… Rated: — [rating=5]


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