Dragonfly in Amber
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Following on the heels of the mass market publication of Outlander, which introduced readers to Claire Randall and her journey through time, Dragonfly in Amber returns us to the heroine 20 years after her fantastic voyage through the stones in Scotland.
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Following on the heels of the mass market publication of Outlander, which introduced readers to Claire Randall and her journey through time, Dragonfly in Amber returns us to the heroine 20 years after her fantastic voyage through the stones in Scotland.
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1Mustering the Roll
Roger Wakefield stood in the center of the room, feeling surrounded.
He thought the feeling largely justified, insofar as he was surrounded: by tables covered with bric-a-brac and mementos, by heavy Victorian-style furniture, replete with antimacassars, plush and afghans, by tiny braided rugs that lay on the polished wood, craftily awaiting an opportunity to skid beneath an unsuspecting foot. Surrounded by twelve rooms of furniture and clothing and papers. And the books my God, the books!
The study where he stood was lined on three sides by bookshelves, every one crammed past bursting point. Paperback mystery novels lay in bright, tatty piles in front of calf-bound tomes, jammed cheek by jowl with book-club selections, ancient volumes pilfered from extinct libraries, and thousands upon thousands of pamphlets, leaflets, and hand-sewn manuscripts.
A similar situation prevailed in the rest of the house. Books and papers cluttered every horizontal surface, and every closet groaned and squeaked at the seams. His late adoptive father had lived a long, full life, a good ten years past his biblically allotted threescore and ten. And in eighty-odd years, the Reverend Mr. Reginald Wakefield had never thrown anything away.
Roger repressed the urge to run out of the front door, leap into his Morris Minor, and head back to Oxford, abandoning the manse and its contents to the mercy of weather and vandals. Be calm, he told himself, inhaling deeply. You can deal with this. The books are the easy part; nothing more than a matter of sorting through them and then calling someone to come and haul them away. Granted, they ll need a lorry the size of a railcar, but it can be done. Clothes no problem. Oxfam gets the lot.
He didn t know what Oxfam was going to do with a lot of vested black serge suits, circa 1948, but perhaps the deserving poor weren t all that picky. He began to breathe a little
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easier. He had taken a month s leave from the History department at Oxford in order to clear up the Reverend s affairs. Perhaps that would be enough, after all. In his more depressed moments, it had seemed as though the task might take years.
He moved toward one of the tables and picked up a small china dish. It was filled with small metal rectangles; lead gaberlunzies, badges issued to eighteenth-century beggars by parishes as a sort of license. A collection of stoneware bottles stood by the lamp, a ramshorn snuff mull, banded in silver, next to them. Give them to a museum? he thought dubiously. The house was filled with Jacobite artifacts; the Reverend had been an amateur historian, the eighteenth century his favorite hunting ground.
His fingers reached involuntarily to caress the surface of the snuff mull, tracing the black lines of the inscriptions the names and dates of the Deacons and Treasurers of the Incorporation of Tailors of the Canongate, from Edinburgh, 1726. Perhaps he should keep a few of the Reverend s choicer acquisitions . . . but then he drew back, shaking his head decidedly. Nothing doing, cock, he said aloud, that way madness lies. Or at least the incipient life of a pack rat. Get started saving things, and he d end up keeping the lot, living in this monstrosity of a house, surrounded by generations of rubbish. Talking to yourself, too, he muttered.
The thought of generations of rubbish reminded him of the garage, and he sagged a bit at the knees. The Reverend, who was in fact Roger s greatuncle, had adopted him at the age of five when his parents had been killed in World War II; his mother in the Blitz, his father out over the dark waters of the Channel. With his usual preservative instincts, the
He moved toward one of the tables and picked up a small china dish. It was filled with small metal rectangles; lead gaberlunzies, badges issued to eighteenth-century beggars by parishes as a sort of license. A collection of stoneware bottles stood by the lamp, a ramshorn snuff mull, banded in silver, next to them. Give them to a museum? he thought dubiously. The house was filled with Jacobite artifacts; the Reverend had been an amateur historian, the eighteenth century his favorite hunting ground.
His fingers reached involuntarily to caress the surface of the snuff mull, tracing the black lines of the inscriptions the names and dates of the Deacons and Treasurers of the Incorporation of Tailors of the Canongate, from Edinburgh, 1726. Perhaps he should keep a few of the Reverend s choicer acquisitions . . . but then he drew back, shaking his head decidedly. Nothing doing, cock, he said aloud, that way madness lies. Or at least the incipient life of a pack rat. Get started saving things, and he d end up keeping the lot, living in this monstrosity of a house, surrounded by generations of rubbish. Talking to yourself, too, he muttered.
The thought of generations of rubbish reminded him of the garage, and he sagged a bit at the knees. The Reverend, who was in fact Roger s greatuncle, had adopted him at the age of five when his parents had been killed in World War II; his mother in the Blitz, his father out over the dark waters of the Channel. With his usual preservative instincts, the
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Autoren-Porträt von Diana Gabaldon
Autoren-Porträt von Diana Gabaldon
Diana Gabaldon, Jahrgang 1952, war früher Honorarprofessorin fürTiefseebiologie und Zoologie an der Universität von Arizona, bevor sie sichhauptberuflich dem Schreiben widmete. Bereits ihr erster Roman "Feuer undStein" wurde international zu einem riesigen Erfolg und führte dazu, dassMillionen LeserInnen zu begeisterten Fans der Highland-Saga wurden. Inzwischen werden ihre Werke"von China bis Schweden verschlungen und haben zu einem Pilgerstrom ihrerFans ins schottische Hochland geführt" (Der Spiegel).
Diana Gabaldon lebt mit ihrem Mann und drei Kindernin Scottsdale, Arizona.
Sprecher-Information zu Daniele Hoffmann
Die 1963geborene Daniele Hoffmann hat nach ihrem Studium an der Theaterhochschule inLeipzig und an der Schauspielschule in Berlin zahlreiche Rollen in Film,Fernsehen und Theater gespielt. Sie ist die deutsche Stimme hochkarätigerHollywoodstars wie Jamie Lee Curtis, Calista Flockheart alias "Ally McBeal", Mary Stuart Masterson,Laura Dern und natürlich - Julia Roberts.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Diana Gabaldon
- 1993, überarb. Aufl., 976 Seiten, Masse: 10,9 x 17 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0440215625
- ISBN-13: 9780440215622
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.08.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Diana Gabaldon is a born storyteller. . . . The pages practically turn themselves. The Arizona RepublicA triumph! A powerful tale layered in history and myth. I loved every page. Nora Roberts
Compulsively readable. Publishers Weekly
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