Ariel Dorfman The Burning City

ISBN 13: 9780099451440

The Burning City

3.29 avg rating
( 147 ratings by GoodReads )
 
9780099451440: The Burning City

Heller is delivering messages in Manhattan’s melting-pot of immigrants. Swerving through the city streets on his bike, he’s carrying heartbreak and hope from around the world – and feeling it himself. As Heller reaches his 16th birthday in the long hot summer preceding September 11th, he confronts the timeless perplexities that have left older adults confused since the beginning of time. Unrequited love, state indifference and family dynamics form the background to a fast-paced, moving and unusual novel for teenage and adult readers.

"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.

About the Author:

A very high profile writer for adults, Ariel Dorfman is an exile from the Pinochet regime in Chile, the child of Holocaust refugees. He has written several well-known plays about repression and dictatorship, including DEATH AND THE MAIDEN (filmed by Roman Polanski). His last novel, THE NANNY AND THE ICEBERG, was published in the UK in Autumn 1999 and was very widely and well reviewed in the broadsheets. Joaquin Dorfman, born in 1979, opened his first play at the Edinburgh Festival at the age of nineteen. He now lives in Brooklyn, New York, where he has just finished his second novel, Through the Ordinary World. The Dorfmans have also written two screenplays together.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

Heller thought the entire world was going to melt that summer.
It was the Fourth of July and all of Manhattan was sweating. It was coming out of the streets, buildings, faucets; even the Hudson River could be heard for miles, begging for a drink, something to keep it cool. Radios reported the weather out of habit. Sleeping couples woke up to damp sheets. Construction workers went without their shirts and stockbrokers loosened their ties with quiet envy. Tourists complained, ice-cream vendors smiled, and mercury climbed steadily up tired thermometers.
Heller Highland saw all of this, and that which he couldn’t see he simply knew. School had been out for just over a month. He sat on the roof of his building and kept his eyes on the sky, due southeast. Glass of water in his left hand, ice already dissolved, even in the cool of the evening. Airplane lights traveled past, left and right, fireflies of the twentieth century--
Twenty-first century, Heller corrected himself silently. It’s two thousand and one; twenty-first century. . . .
He took a sip of water. Waited for the fireworks to start.
Independence Day.
There was no American flag in his right hand. Just a telegram. No red, white, or blue. Just an elegantly embossed message on an ambiguously light green card; 4 x 8. Heller was barely aware he was holding it. Just watched the sky. An unchanging Manhattan skyline. The sounds of the city kept him company. The distant blast of traffic, pedestrians, and the hum of a thousand air conditioners and fans, all in the same key.
A breeze managed to find its way into the city, and Heller’s blond hair lifted itself, thankful. Heller smiled. He stopped. Smiled again, stopped, smiled, bit his lip and stopped. A few seconds later the wind died down, and Heller was left in his chair, on his roof, in his city of millions.
“Fireworks are late,” came a voice behind him.
Heller didn’t turn around. “Any minute now, I’m sure.”
His grandfather, Eric, walked up next to him, stood for a while, glanced down.
“Telegram?”
“Yes.”
“Soft Tidings?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you had the day off.”
“It’s from Mom and Dad.”
“Really? What’s it say?”
“Haven’t read it.”
Eric kept quiet, thought about it. Then:
“They should be coming back soon.”
“I’d like to think so. . . .”
Grandfather forced a chuckle. “You make it sound like they’re dead.”
“I do not,” Heller said. “I just know how it can be with them.”
The two of them watched the sky. An ambulance cried in the distance. Heller wondered at the emergency. Thought about a phone call at three in the morning. Thought about a family waiting for news thousands of miles away. Thought too much.
“Did you see Silvia today?” Eric asked.
“. . . I stopped by the coffee shop,” Heller said cautiously. “She was there.”
“When do I get to meet her?”
“Soon.”
“I know your grandmother’s been wanting to meet her for a long time. . . . Heller?”
“I know how she feels. . . .”
“Heller?” Eric repeated, voice softer this time.
“Yeah?”
“We should have had some sort of celebration, you know.”
“I like celebrating like this.”
“Are you happy living with your grandmother and me?”
“You know I am.”
“Are you sure?”
“You know I am,” Heller said.
“Mom and Dad are fine, I promise.”
“Now you make it sound like they’re dead.”
“I don’t think you’re hearing me right.”
An explosion tore the night apart and a hot blast of red lit the air. Heller jumped inadvertently. Within three seconds the entire night was filled with a thousand lights, imitation stars, fireworks mirroring the glow of apartments and office buildings.
“Hey, there they are,” Eric said.
“Boom, boom.”
“Happy Fourth of July, Heller.”
Heller nodded.
“I’ll go get your grandmother.”
Heller listened to his grandfather’s footsteps head for the stairs. The sky erupted over and over, and Heller felt the smile return, bit his lip. “Eric?”
The footsteps halted. Twelve deafening fireworks were released at once.
“Mom and Dad say they’re doing fine.”
“What?”
Heller cleared his throat. “Happy Fourth of July.”
He couldn’t see his grandfather but could sense him nodding as he said, “Happy birthday, Heller. . . . Sweet sixteen . . .”
The ribbons of light cascaded over the city. Blast after blast, the sky rained down on Heller and the rest of the country. The world seemed to be getting smaller, the summers hotter, and despite the air-conditioning, the city continued to sweat.
Heller brought the glass of water to his lips and realized it was empty.
The entire world was going to melt that summer.
There was no doubt about this in Heller’s mind.


From the Hardcover edition.

"About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.

Top Search Results from the AbeBooks Marketplace

1.

Ariel Dorfman
Published by Red Fox (2004)
ISBN 10: 0099451441 ISBN 13: 9780099451440
New Paperback Quantity Available: 5
Seller
Pearlydewdrops
(Streat, United Kingdom)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Red Fox, 2004. Paperback. Book Condition: New. Shipped from the UK within 2 business days of order being placed. Bookseller Inventory # mon0000000272

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 3.77
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: US$ 7.83
From United Kingdom to U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds

2.

Ariel Dorfman
Published by Red Fox (2004)
ISBN 10: 0099451441 ISBN 13: 9780099451440
New Paperback Quantity Available: 1
Seller
Irish Booksellers
(Rumford, ME, U.S.A.)
Rating
[?]

Book Description Red Fox, 2004. Paperback. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # 0099451441

More Information About This Seller | Ask Bookseller a Question

Buy New
US$ 32.64
Convert Currency

Add to Basket

Shipping: FREE
Within U.S.A.
Destination, Rates & Speeds