Comecei no ano passado, abandonei, e decidi dar uma segunda chance. Não achei envolvente – o que me surpreendeu, porque o Ian McEwan é também o autor do “Atonement”, um dos melhores romances que eu já li, com a personagem fictícia que eu mais odeio na vida.
Duas adições de “Saturday” ao meu caderno de quotes de livros:
“At times this biography made him comfortably nostalgic for a verdant, horse-drawn, affectionate England; at others he was faintly depressed by the way a whole life could be contained by a few hundred pages – bottled, like homemade chutney.” (p. 5)
“It was once convenient to think biblically, to believe we’re surrounded for our benefit by the edible automata on land and sea. Now it turns out that even fish feel pain. This is the growing complication of the modern condition, the expanding circle of moral sympathy. Not only distant peoples are our brothers and sisters, but foxes too, and laboratory mice, and now the fish.” (p. 128)