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Incipit – The magicians


Ecco un libro che avevo puntato da parecchio tempo.
Alcune recensioni non proprio favorevoli mi avevano fatto sparire un poco di entusiasmo, ma alla fine ho optato per il concedergli fiducia.
Al momento ho letto i primi capitoli, una sessantina di pagine, e anche se sono solo all’inizio la cosa non mi dispiace.
Certo, ci sono dei parallelismi con Harry Potter, ma gli studenti sono meno e numericamente molto limitati. Tutti dei geni, il meglio del meglio di ciò che offre la scuola attuale, gente ben più avanti dei suoi coetanei, che da tempo partecipa a concorsi nazionali, studia per conto proprio e con mezzo anno di anticipo fa colloqui per l’ammissione ai college.
E un esame a sorpresa, con studenti ignari raccolti da tutta l’America.

Quentin did a magic trick. Nobody noticed.
They picked their way along the cold, uneven sidewalk together: James, Julia, and Quentin. James and Julia held hands. That’s how things were now. The  sidewalk wasn’t quite wide enaugh, so Quentin trailed after them, like a sulky child. He vould rather have been alone with Julia, or just alone period, but you couldn’t have everything. Or at least the available evidence pointed overwhelmingly to tat conclusion.
“Okay!” James said over his shoulder. “Q. Let’s talk strategy.”
James seemed to have a sixth sense for when Quentin was starting to feel sorry for himself. Quentin’s interview was in seven minutes. James was right after him.
“Nice firm handshake. Lots of eye contact. Then when he’s feeling comfortable, you hit him with a chair and I’ll break his password and e-mail Princeton.”
“Just be yourself, Q.” Julia said.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a wavy bunch. Somehow it made it worse that she was always so nice to him.
“Ho is that different from what I said?”
Quentin did the magic trick again. It was a very small trick, a basic one-handed sleight with a nickel. He did it in his coat pocket where nobody could see. He did it again, the he did it backward.
“I have a guess for his password” James said. “Password.”
It was kind of incredible how long this had been going on, Quentin thought. They were only seventeen, but he felt like he’d known James and Julia forever. The school systems in Brooklyn sorted out the gifted one and shoved them together, then separated the ridiculously brilliant ones from the merely gifted ones and shoved them together, and as a result they’d been bumping into each other in the same speaking contests and regional Latin exams and tiny, specially convened ultra-advanced math classes since elementary schools. The nerdiest of the nerds. By now, their senior year, Quentin knew James and Julia better than he knew anybody else in the world, not excluding his parents, and they knew him. Everybody knew what everybody else was going to say before they said it. Everybody who was going to sleep with anybody else had already done it. Julia -pale, freckled, dreamy Julia, who played the oboe and knew even more physics than he did- was never going to sleep with Quentin.

27 novembre 2011 - Posted by | Grossman Lev, Incipit

2 commenti »

  1. Molti hanno criticato questo libro pensando che volesse copiare o parodiare Harry Potter e Narnia (gli urli sulla quarta di copertina non hanno aiutato), invece la rivisitazione di queste serie (che è voluta) ha un senso e cerca di fare un punto sulla narrativa fantastica. Che ci riesca o no sta un po’ al lettore deciderlo, vediamo che impressione fa a te. 🙂

    Commento di Livia | 27 novembre 2011

  2. Per ora mi sta piacendo 🙂

    Commento di tanabrus | 27 novembre 2011


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