a couple of years ago I saw the movie Silk (Silk), about a young French soldier (Michael Pitt), in the nineteenth century, who travels to Japan to buy silkworms and how those trips will change your life and relationship with his wife (Keira Knightley).
The movie has a beautiful photograph and a story that could give more. Or so it seemed to me. Since then, he wanted to read the book by Alessandro Baricco .
is a short novel or long story short, the chapters are no more than three pages, with a precise language, simple, sometimes poetic, which is read in a day but that is recorded forever.
Hervé Joncour, the young protagonist, is a simple character, without much dialogue, which becomes infatuated with a Japanese woman who has no oriental features, like a little girl and stare (some pederast?). I do not know if unromantic, but it is hard to imagine it was a "real love." To me, it's a fantasy that will be powered by a small piece of paper with symbols unknown to him.
Without knowing it, or not caring, this fad will have consequences to those around him.
Hélène, that the film is much more important role in the book is sporadic appearances, as the wife who claims to love but eventually it will end up showing who you loved more.
When I saw the movie, Michael Pitt I was dull, after reading the book, I think I played well.
"It was, moreover, one of those men likes attend to his own life, considering any ambition improper live. "
Baldabiou, the spinner, is the most interesting character in the book.
" A Baldabiou each had revealed no problems the secrets of the trade. That amused him much more than making lots of money. Teach. And have no secrets to tell. He was a man ".
A highly recommended book to read in a blink, which slips through your fingers like silk and is subtle in our memory.
" It's a strange pain. Die of nostalgia for something that will not live again ", Hervé confides to his friend. And, though I think a blind character, is a sentiment that I often encounter.
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