Will people change with time? What will the struggle for power be like seven hundred years from today? Where does the humiliation come from: from the other’s enslavement of you or from your submission to the idea of being a slave? What would change in the balance of good and evil if you had the opportunity to be in the place of your enemies: live among them, and see life from their perspective?
Many questions are raised by Pierce Brown in his vision of the world of the future, which seems more cruel, but does not differ in its laws from our current world. He tells the beginning of the story of Darrow, who belongs to the red class, the lowest class of the future society painted in colors. Like the people of his class, he works every day to make the surface of Mars a habitable place for life. He goes on dreaming of a better future for his children, believing that all classes of this society, including the golden leaders; They work for this dream, but he soon discovers the betrayal to which his people were exposed, and the illusion they live for. Motivated by the pain of a lost love, he embarks on a journey of revenge in order to overthrow his enemies, in which he is not deterred even by becoming one of them.
I wrote the ideas I wanted to convey...what I wanted to reveal...this is a revelation...displacing talk from a heart full of goodness and burdened with silence...perhaps I did not follow the method in which books are written...because...oh dear reader...oh human being. Whether you are male or female, I did not write for someone to evaluate me and to gain appreciation from some and criticism from others, while being prepared to accept and welcome it if it is constructive, honest, and purposeful.
But I am writing to dialogue with you.. to exchange with you.. to chat together.. respond to me as you read.. talk to me.. address me.. I hear you, understand you, and listen to you.. object.. disagree.. and agree.. make me a person close to you.. a friend. Dear to your heart... and do not judge me... leave the judgment to the Creator of the universe... respect my difference from you... and accept my belonging to my human, cultural and intellectual identity... and remember that we are all from Adam... and Adam is from dust.
I promise to respect and appreciate you and thank you for choosing my book and adding it to your precious list. Take care of it and put it in a warm and beautiful place.
Thanks ..
A girl enters a nunnery with a box and a wedding dress. A woman follows a homeless woman wearing a green dress through the streets of the city. A third woman’s life changes after visiting her husband’s family cemetery, and she keeps searching for herself, for a “place.” And a fourth woman is lost in a world of gray, brown, and purple faces, above which a tree floats. She survives, and a fifth woman visits Istanbul with her husband and stays in the same hotel where Agatha Christie once stayed, and the lives of the two intersect in a mysterious way.
These five women are the heroines of Cristina Fernandez Cubas, who narrates a special magic that overwhelms us, seduces us, arouses our anger, and fills us with images, feelings, descriptions, and fantasies, before which we cannot be astonished, by the ability of her writer, to create a dreamy atmosphere in a unique literary style.
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