Amazon.com: Tomorrow: Books: Graham Swift:
Random House Canada -August 28, 2007
(US edition: Knopf - September 11, 2007 took galley fr Napoleon room today)
Recalling the years before and after her children were born, Paula begins a story that is both a glowing celebration of love possessed and a moving acknowledgement of the fear of loss, of the fragilities, illusions and secrets on which even our most intimate sense of who we are can rest. As day draws nearer, Paula’s intensely personal thoughts seem to touch on all our tomorrows.
Brilliantly distilling half a century into one suspenseful night, as tender in its tone as it is deep in its resonance, Tomorrow is a magical exploration of coupledom, parenthood and individuality, and a unique meditation on the mysteries of happiness and belonging.
Everything’s quiet, the house is still. Mike and I have anticipated this moment, we’ve talked about it and rehearsed it in our heads so many times that recently it’s sometimes seemed like a relief: it’s actually come. On the other hand, it’s monstrous, it’s outrageous–and it’s in our power to postpone it. But ‘after their sixteenth birthday’, we said, and let’s be strict about it. Perhaps you may even appreciate our discipline and tact. Let’s be strict, but let’s not be cruel. Give them a week. Let them have their birthday, their last birthday of that old life.
You’re sleeping the deep sleep of teenagers. I just about remember it. I wonder how you’ll sleep tomorrow.
—from Tomorrow
Amazon.co.uk: Tomorrow: Books: Graham Swift
Picador - 20 April 2007
1 customer rvw by Sam J. Ruddock (Norwich, England):
"To love is to be ready to lose, it's not to have, to keep." This could easily be the epitaph.
The atmosphere is authentic, reading it you can feel Paula's emotions and it is a delight to meet such a rounded and quietly likable character. Her vocabulary and language is bland and unremarkable but somehow Graham Swift manages to make is sound unobtrusively and naturally poignant. Many authors speak with the same voice in each novel but Swift has always had an aptitude for tailoring his prose to the nature of his characters.
Reading `Tomorrow' is like being forced to watch a home movie. There are all the bits where someone says "ooh, watch here, this bit is so funny," and you sit there scratching your head. But then you go away from it feeling glad you watched, as though the voyeuristic insight into another family has taught you something about your own. The inner workings of a family is tricky ground and absorbing when done well. To a large extent Graham Swift succeeds in telling an enjoyable story about quietly believable characters. There is something silently real here. It is a book that many people are going to love and relate to. It is just a shame that the revelation it is centred around is so ultimately disappointing.
It is not until almost 150 pages that you reach the phrase: `this is where your story really begins.' This is not a problem in itself. I for one love novels which are written to address a real character, not the reader. There is something much more honest about characters who speak as though some things in their life are too well known to mention. Family folklore is not overly explained, the reader is left to decipher the family on their own. However, while this is great for the general style of the novel, it falls down over the event that is at its heart. Tomorrow's event which Paula has been worrying about turns out to be a huge let-down. Sure it is a revelation which will take some getting used to, but in this day and age it is hardly unusual. Talk about making a drama out of a crisis.
a drama out of a crisis?
Review: Tomorrow by Graham Swift | By genre | Guardian Unlimited Books: In novels like his recent (and much-admired) The Light of Day and now Tomorrow, the urgent question for the reader is not what will happen next but what has happened in the first place. how I get int in tv movies that I tune in to part way thru...
..when it works, the perfectly calibrated tension that made The Light of Day resemble a little suspension bridge in prose.Not every story is suited to this manner of telling. If you're going to withhold a secret for many pages, it had better deliver a frisson when it comes. In practice this means that it must concern sex or death, and preferably both. The Light of Day played by these rules with its tangle of passion, murder and devotion. Tomorrow ignores them. The secret is ordinary and wouldn't merit airtime on the most timidly confrontational reality show.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
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