The confessions of Max Tivoli - Andrew Sean Greer
KORTE INHOUD
We are each the love of someone's life...
So begins 'The Confessions of Max Tivoli', a heartbreaking love story with a narrator like no other. Sitting in a sandbox, Max Tivoli is writing the story of his life. He is nearly seventy years old, but he looks as if he is only seven - for Max is ageing backwards.
The tragedy of Max's life is that he falls in love when he is seventeen with Alice, a girl his own age - but to her he looks like a middle-aged man, and when he makes advances, he is repulsed. But when he is thirty-five, he actually looks his age so he has a second chance at love - but tragedy befalls this star-crossed couple and desperate measures are required.
Set in San Francicsco during the turbulent years at the turn of the twentieth century, this is a haunting tale of love lost, then found - in ways that are at least expected.
" 'The Confessions of Max Tivoli' is enchanting, in the perfumed, dandified style of disenchantment brought to grandeur by Proust and Nabokov.'
(John Updike, The New Yorker)
'Dazzli...
So begins 'The Confessions of Max Tivoli', a heartbreaking love story with a narrator like no other. Sitting in a sandbox, Max Tivoli is writing the story of his life. He is nearly seventy years old, but he looks as if he is only seven - for Max is ageing backwards.
The tragedy of Max's life is that he falls in love when he is seventeen with Alice, a girl his own age - but to her he looks like a middle-aged man, and when he makes advances, he is repulsed. But when he is thirty-five, he actually looks his age so he has a second chance at love - but tragedy befalls this star-crossed couple and desperate measures are required.
Set in San Francicsco during the turbulent years at the turn of the twentieth century, this is a haunting tale of love lost, then found - in ways that are at least expected.
" 'The Confessions of Max Tivoli' is enchanting, in the perfumed, dandified style of disenchantment brought to grandeur by Proust and Nabokov.'
(John Updike, The New Yorker)
'Dazzli...
