Chesil Beach, or the inability to communicate, McEwan paradigm. Enough to recall our previous novels, beginning with the lucky Atonement.
Communicate what you / we are inside. And we
the inability of words, the tyranny of convention.
Another recurring theme in the fiction of Ian McEwan is the music, here embodied in the activity and life expectancy of Florence Mayhew, the female protagonist of the novel, a talented violinist.
So love, even if said with conviction, lost, crushed by the boulder remained silent, and what the two lovers had to say remains unsaid .
The story takes place in 1962, Puritan England of the conservative MacMillan but the sexual problems of the protagonists, Edward and Florence, engaged in their wedding night, just a good excuse to pay on the majesty of a scene wall whose bricks are the lack of identity of the protagonists, including himself in the role and duties in spite of the male performance anxiety and the fear of ignorance and inadequacy he feels toward the mysterious continent that is the behavioral system of the other, the woman. She, caracollante between the necessary and required duties and the fear and the disgust he feels toward those practices that foreign body and dirty that must necessarily undergo.
But the unknown is that those bodies are, in reality, the metaphor of solitude to which we are doomed.
Neither the study of history, for Edward, or music in which he excels in skill, to Florence, appear to be valid alternatives to the need of the word, the only means capable of giving meaning to our lives of astronauts loneliness. But the word need not dense cluster of houses in the noise report and its research requires intellectual effort and courage, those whose absence will deprive Edward and Florence of their right to a happy life.
In the novels of Ian Mc Ewan there is a growing sense of inevitability of events and the inability to expiate the errors, the overriding sense of the passage of time along a groove free of singularities. No forgiveness is possible, no replay.
The novel closes with a rush that captures the nostalgic narrator the future in the flow of the two young protagonists.
If he thought she was surprised a bit 'to go away leaving the girl with the violin. Now of course he knew that his proposal to stay on the sidelines was rather pretentious. It needed only to be sure that he loved her, to feel reassured that there was no hurry, having a busy street in front. Love and patience, ah, if only they had discovered them at different times, they would certainly help to overcome everything. So who knows what children ever born would have had their chance, as a wonder of a child with the clip in her hair would become his treasure house. Here's how the course of a lifetime may depend ... by not doing something. On Chesil Beach, Edward was able to draw Florence, or follow it. He did not know, and neither wanted to find out, that running away, secure in his desperation to be on the verge of losing it, Florence had never felt so in love and awe, and the sound of his voice would have achieved as a salvation, which would certainly be turned away. Edward instead remained impassive in his virtuous silence, in that summer twilight, watching her run away on the beach, while the lapping of small waves covered the sound of his feet and tiring Florence was reduced to a blur in flight sull'interminabile straight pebbles glittering in the dim light.
[ Ian McEwan, Chesil Beach ]
Bibliography :
Ian McEwan, Chesil Beach, Einaudi 2007
Discography:
Beatles, One, Emi
I mages :
Fotofrafie of Berengo Gardin Gianni
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