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Christa Wolf

Cassandra

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Cassandra, daughter of the King of Troy, is endowed with the gift of prophecy but fated never to be believed. After ten years of war, Troy has fallen to the Greeks, and Cassandra is now a prisoner, shackled outside the gates of Agamemnon's Mycenae. Through memories of her childhood and reflections on the long years of conflict, Cassandra pieces together the fall of her city. From a woman living in an age of heroes, here is the untold personal story overshadowed by the battlefield triumphs of Achilles and Hector.

This stunning reimagining of the Trojan War is a rich and vivid portrayal of the great tragedy that continues to echo throughout history.

'A beautiful work.' —
Bettany Hughes
'
Cassandra is fierce and feverish poetry that engages with the ancient stories while also charting its own path. Filled with passionate and startling insight into human nature.' —
Madeline Miller, author of The Song of Achilles
'Christa Wolf wrote books that crossed and overcame the divide of East and West, books that have lasted: the great, allegorical novels.' —
Günter Grass
'A sensitive writer of the purest water — an East German Virginia Woolf.' —
Guardian
'One of the most prominent and controversial novelists of her generation.' —
New York Review of Books
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Правообладатель
Bookwire
Дата публикации оригинала
2013
Год выхода издания
2013
Издательство
Daunt Books
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  • Ivana Melgozaцитирует3 месяца назад
    It was for his sake, whom I hated, and for the sake of my father, whom I loved, that I had avoided screaming their state secret out loud. There was a grain of calculation in my self-renunciation. Eumelos saw through me. My father did not.
  • Ivana Melgozaцитирует19 часов назад
    Such a word as I have described might draw from this situation a conclusion which could help to create a posterity again, perhaps even a future. This word would no longer produce stories of heroes, or of antiheroes, either. Instead, it would be inconspicuous and would seek to name the inconspicuous, the precious everyday, the concrete. Perhaps it would greet with a smile the wrath of Achilles, the conflict of Hamlet, the false alternatives of Faust. It would have to work its way up to its material, in every sense, ‘from below,’ and if that material were viewed through a different lens than in the past, it might reveal hitherto unrecognised possibilities.
  • Ivana Melgozaцитирует19 часов назад
    The fact that we ourselves brought into the world the forces which threaten us?

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