Eddie Fisher Fisher itibaren Villotte, 47400, Fransa
FROM THE TIMES: A sometime writer, Healy was also a doomed alcoholic who lived with his mother on a Glascow housing estate. Into his solopsistic misery comes a puppy, a Doberman that Healy named Martin. This memoir tells about his love for Martin -and Martin's for him-changed and saved what had been a lost and lonely life. It is magical and moving stuff. Altho barely educated, Healey writes taut sparse prose that is a model of its kind, eshewing the vernacular favored by many Scottish writers. This is art that conceals its own art, and the meaning sings beyond the words. For example, of an affair he writes only," There are some things , and this was one, that cannot be repeated. You have no choice to let it go, which we did." Such sublime simplicity shines through other aspects of this hort but monumental work. I urge you to buy, read and reread this idiosyncratic, enriching, life-enhancing book.
A simple little story of a simple woman and her 'find'...a cleverly told and beautifully illustrated book, with an uplifting ending, really!