R. F. Kuang

Pamiętasz wspaniałe opowieści o angielskich gentlemanach i ich eleganckim życiu? Ta książka nie będzie opowieścią o nich, ale o ludziach, na których plecach, spracowanych rękach i krwi zbudowano Imperium Brytyjskie z całą jego zamożnością, elitarnością i dobrym wychowaniem. Robin, osierocony pół-Chińczyk, trafia do Anglii, gdzie ma tylko jedno zadanie: uczyć się. Zdobywać wiedzę, poznawać nowe języki a potem odpracować dług wobec Imperium w oksfordzkim instytucie Babel. Wszystko zmienia się w dniu, a właściwie w nocy, gdy Robin poznaje pewnego człowieka. Bliźniaczo podobnego fizycznie, ale żyjącego według całkowicie innych zasad. To spotkanie zrujnuje misternie budowany świat Robina. Obróci wniwecz jego poczucie sprawiedliwości, wypali złudne poczucie bezpieczeństwa i zmusi do zadania sobie pytania: komu należy się moja wierność? W tej historii nie będzie prostych odpowiedzi ani gotowych recept. Będzie za to gorzka opowieść o wyzysku, niesprawiedliwości i bezwzględnej walce o władzę. Będzie nie mniej gorzka opowieść o próbie przywrócenia sprawiedliwości. Myślisz, że wiesz, co jest słuszne i właściwe? Spróbuj zmierzyć się z tą opowieścią.

Babel

Marz 

English did not just borrow words from other languages; it was stuffed to the brim with foreign influences, a Frankenstein vernacular. And Robin found it incredible, how this country, whose citizens prided themselves so much on being better than the rest of the world, could not make it through an afternoon tea without borrowed goods.

Alina

Leonie

Lindsay

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Abigail Mills

A lie was not a lie if it was never uttered; questions that were never asked did not need answers. They would both remain perfectly content to linger in the liminal, endless space between truth and denial. 

Gica

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‘That’s just what translation is, I think. That’s all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they’re trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.’

aywen

Emma

Victoria

A lie was not a lie if it was never uttered; questions that were never asked did not need answers.

Nour

 Translation means doing violence upon the original, means warping and distorting it for foreign, unintended eyes. So then where does that leave us? How can we conclude, except by acknowledging that an act of translation is then necessarily always an act of betrayal?'

Draculelle

Hannah Nugent

He buried his past life, not because it was so terrible but because abandoning it was the only way to survive.

dana

The four of them took turns losing their minds. There was an unspoken rule to this game: one of them was allowed to break down at a time, but not all of them at once, for the duty of the saner heads was to talk the mad one down. 

Sarah

Bethany Jenkins

It should have been distressing. In truth, though, Robin found it was actually quite easy to put up with any degree of social unrest, as long as one got used to looking away.

Still, something did not seem right, and Robin could tell from Victoire’s and Ramy’s faces that they thought so too. It took him a moment to realize what it was that grated on him, and when he did, it would bother him constantly, now and thereafter; it would seem a great paradox, the fact that after everything they had told Letty, all the pain they had shared, she was the one who needed comfort.

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He hoped. He hoped until hope became its own form of torture. The original meaning of hope was ‘to desire’, and Robin wanted with every ounce of his being a world that no longer was. He hoped until he thought he was going mad, until he started hearing fragments of his thoughts as if spoken outside of him, low, gruff words that echoed around the stone. I wish— I regret—

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