The invisible circus – Jennifer Egan

The invisible circus llegó a mis manos gracias al hecho de no tener dinero en Europa y de tener que sobrevivir a expensas del couchsurf. Con esto, conocí a una gran chica que sin pensarlo, después de decirle que ya había terminado los libros que traje al viaje me regaló uno que ella tenía. Y así la vida me dio la opera prima de Jennifer Egan y su circo invisible.
Habla de Phoebe y como su vida gira en torno de su hermana suicida. Así, que en un momento de desaliento emprende un viaje para seguir la sombra de su hermana y, tal vez, encontrar respuestas.
Me ha parecido bastante interesante. De nuevo, no está en mis favoritos pero es entretenido y tiene unos momentos de verdaderos lujos.

Algunas de las frases que subrayé (en inglés):

“Do it first, before you get tied down. Do things you’ll tell stories about the rest of your lives”….”just take off”.
Phoebe would feel the magic of their lives-what spectacular things awaited them.
“Sure, you are scared. Don’t fight it, that’s the trick. Walk into your gear”
He was gone forever, but he was there. It felt miraculous.
This is story, you can’t stop it.
I want something real to happen to me. I feel like a zombie. Like I can’t wake up.
They saw nothing but the present.
To flee the city, the country, her life.
Finally she was going, heading into the world.
She felt welcomed, if not by a person, then by the city itself.
It was good. Like falling in love.
She found herself longing for company. This was strange, for until now being alone hadn’t felt like being alone.
There was a coldness in his eyes, as of already he’d forgotten her.
There is always hope.
I was dying to escape.
“this life is strange” “but good”.
I don’t trust the sadness.
Like finding each other in a dream.
In English I am not me. In English I am colorless.
You could taste fall on the air at night.
Adolf Hitler built this place, and we just got stoned in it.
She was in the world. Out there doing something real, and here I was, following the story in the fucking newspaper.
You look back and feel like you saw it all coming, but you didn’t, that’s the thing – you never could’ve imagined it.
Beauty is close to God. That’s why the beautiful things are so dangerous.
Time never stopped, it only seemed to.

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