The Moor's Last Sigh: Costa Novel AwardKnopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 16 févr. 2011 - 448 pages NATIONAL BESTSELLER • The Booker Prize-winning, bestselling author of Midnight's Children and The Satanic Verses combines a ferociously witty family saga with a surreally imagined and sometimes blasphemous chronicle of modern India and flavors the mixture with peppery soliloquies on art, ethnicity, religious fanaticism, and the terrifying power of love. “Fierce, phantasmagorical … a huge, sprawling, exuberant novel.” —The New York Times Moraes "Moor" Zogoiby, the last surviving scion of a dynasty of Cochinese spice merchants and crime lords, is also a compulsive storyteller and an exile. As he travels a route that takes him from India to Spain, he leaves behind a tale of mad passions and volcanic family hatreds, of titanic matriarchs and their mesmerized offspring, of premature deaths and curses that strike beyond the grave. |
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Abraham Zogoiby Aires artist asked Aurora Zogoiby Baby beauty became began Belle beneath Benengeli Boabdil body Bombay burst Cabral Island called Camoens Carmen Cashondeliveri child Cochin Cochin Jew dance dark dead death Dilly door dreams elephant Elephanta Epifania eyes face father Felicitas fell Flory Gama Ganesha girl hand head heart Henry the Navigator Hindu India invisible Jews Kekoo knew ladies Lambajan litde lives Lobo look lover Mainduck Malabar Hill Minnie Minto Miss Jaya Mogambo Moor Moor's Last Sigh mother Mother India murder Mynah Nadia Wadia Nehru never night once painted Parsi perhaps picture R. K. Laxman Raman Fielding Renegada Sammy Sarasvati secret sister smile spices story tell thing thought told tongue took truth turned Vasco Miranda voice walked walls woman young Zogoiby's
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Page 5 - I have lost count of the days that have passed since I fled the horrors of Vasco Miranda's mad fortress in the Andalusian mountain-village of Benengeli; ran from death under cover of darkness and left a message nailed to the door. And since then along my hungry. heat-hazed way there have been further bunches of scribbled sheets, swings of the hammer, sharp exclamations of two-inch nails.
Page 34 - To me, the doublenesses in Grandfather Camoens reveal his beauty; his willingness to permit the coexistence within himself of conflicting impulses is the source of his full, gentle humaneness. If you pointed out the contradictions between, for example, his egalitarian ideas and the olympian reality of his social position, he would answer with no more than an owningup smile and a disarming shrug. 'Everyone should live well, isn't it,