PilgrimHarperCollins Canada, 1 juin 2010 - 552 pages Ageless. Sexless. Deathless. Timeless. Pilgrim is a man who cannot die, an astounding character in a novel of the cataclysmic contest between creation and destruction. Pilgrim is Timothy Findley’s masterwork, a finalist for the Giller Prize, and a national bestseller that has smashed the author’s own impressive sales records. It is 1912 and Pilgrim has been admitted to the Burghölzli Psychiatric Clinic in Zürich, Switzerland, having failed—once again—to commit suicide. Over the next two years, it is up to Carl Jung, self-professed mystical scientist of the mind, to help Pilgrim unlock his unconsciousness, etched as it is with myriad sufferings and hopes of history. Is Pilgrim mad, or is he condemned to live forever, witness to the terrible tragedy and beauty of the human condition? Both intimate and expansive in its scope, with an absorbing parade of characters—mythic, fictional and historical—Pilgrim is a fiercely original and powerful story from one of our most distinguished artists. |
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... dead for so long. Over time, Greene had come to acknowledge not only the suicidal tendencies of his patient, but equally to be aware of his extraordinary resilience—as if there were a force inside him that refused to die, no matter what ...
... dead. Dead, as he said to Greene, as any man can be. Having said so, he added his signature to the death certificate. One half-hour later, Pilgrim's heart began to beat—and shortly thereafter, he started to breathe again. This, then ...
... dead. But—also before I arrived—he had begun to show signs of life and the physicians involved were called back. They were still there with him, so I simply waited.” “And...?” “And stayed with him all that week. In fact, I went home ...
... dead man's hands. She lifted her veils. “In the morning we can walk along the terrace,” she told him. “In the morning we can look at all the snow. In the morning...Do you remember, Pilgrim, how you always loved the snow when we were ...
... dead.” Not dead. I cannot die. “Doctor Greene and Doctor Hammond. I have here copies of their reports. I have spoken more than once to Greene on the telephone. Every effort they extended failed to produce a heartbeat. And in spite of ...
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