When the sea belonged to us by Barbara J. Zitwer
“But a bad day at sea is better than the best day on land.”
Everything starts in the water, everything ends in the water. The cycle of life is defined by an element that dominates our globe and ourselves. For a long time, reading novels have been devoted to the oceans , which give generations of readers the feeling of sitting in a boat. Urges and unexplored depths attract us as much as the mysterious creatures of the sea. What started in my reading with ” Moby Dick ” and continued in the ” salt for the sea ” and the wandering course ” Nordnordwest “, attracts me again and again magically when I can read in the sea.
” When the sea belonged to us ” by Barbara J. Zitwer, published by rütten and loening, attracted my attention in several respects. The cover shows a boy who seems to swim completely immersed in the immediate vicinity of a diving whale. A picture that does not seem menacing, but reflects much more the Bayitel. A first information about the scene of the action, filled me with the hope of having found another novel in the series of my life- series ” Leuchtturm-Literatur ” .
Montauk on Long Island , not only because of its proximity to New York, but also because of the flagship of this coastal strip, the Montauk Lighthouse and thus a book that I would like to rank in the beacon stories of reading. Novels, which also offer orientation in dark reading. Rescue from deep reading distress guarantee. I was not disappointed. Neither from the Schauplatz, nor from the sea-affine fundamentalism of the novel, and certainly not from the content.
“This is where the whole time happens so much … Here, you will never get bored.”
A quotation that stands for a whole novel. Facet richness and the expansion of the narrative space to the expanse of the sea turn a well-told story into a journey for landrat and seafarers. Montauk becomes a metaphor for the escape of a woman who throws life out of the way in a completely surprising way. Montauk is the goal of reorientation and the anchor point at the highest seas, and Montauk becomes an idyll for us readers, the ideal of a small, healthy world where friends and neighbors still live in their roles. But it is also the symbol of a submerged world that is threatened by its proximity to New York in the commercial stream.
Tess Harding, wife, mother of a deaf son and shoe design workaholic stands today at the crossroads of her life. Like her, her husband is killed. Pointless. Groundless, destiny. Her life consists only of concern for Robbie, who can not cope with the death of his father. He was too much of an introverted musician, the great music producer, too strong was the imprint, and the father had left too many traces in the life of his son to be able to handle at the age of only nine, which can not be coped with.
Tess Harding gets out! It is not only the loss of the beloved partner, but also the concomitant circumstances, which slowly come to light, they wear down and the world sinks into a dark mist of reproaches, doubts and self-reproaches. Montauk becomes the vanishing point. Her uncle Ike, his marvelous motel and the landscape that Tess knows from her childhood promise to provide shelter and shelter. Not without internal resistance, Robbie can also be moved to this move on time. His trauma, however, can not be applied to anything. He closes.
Anyone who expects a typical developmental romance on the basis of a decisive experience here will only be confirmed in parts. The new circumstances of life prove to be beneficial to the tormented souls. Friends, neighbors and the family give a halt and the author leads us step by step into quieter waters. The unused and brilliantly interwoven core elements of history, however, clearly distinguish them from the simplicity of the ordinary.
There is a deaf boy who carries the musical talent of the father, plays the tuba, feels the vibrations of the music like an absolute hearing and can not only control gestures, but can also participate by means of his implanted hearing aids. A boy who desperately struggles against loss, blames his mother for destiny and threatens to sink into it. There is the marine biologist Kip , who sails the coast of Montauk in search of the miracle of the whale songs and learns a new miracle in Robbie. A boy, for whom the melody of a whale does not seem to be a secret.
There are the people of Montauk fighting against the demise of their city. There is a mood of a new beginning, a departure and a struggle on a seemingly lost post. There is the desperate mother who has lost more than her husband. An additional loss that breaks her self-esteem. And there is nature, there is a whale that draws its circles, joy of life, although he is also threatened. A whale that carries the miracle of life in its solitude. And there are the coincidences of life, which make believe that everything can be well again.
And there is an author who magically combines all. The whale with the people, the music of the tuba with the whale song, the melody of death and loss with the sound of a new beginning, people with each other and the great unknown hope with the apparently predestined. Barbara J. Zitwer conjures up a brilliant symphony of the new beginning from the farewell of a life. The melody, in which she relates, is dramatic, sad, life-affirming, cheerful, doubtful, comic, excessive, and deeply closed at the same time. This melody has everything that great compositions need. It reaches the heart.
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