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Nacida en Perú, Isabel Allende se crió en Chile. Algunos de sus libros, La casa de los espíritus, De amor y sombra, Eva Luna, Cuentos de Eva Luna, El plan infinito, y más recientemente, Paula, raducidos a más de 25 ...
Nacida en Perú, Isabel Allende se crió en Chile. Algunos de sus libros, La casa de los espíritus, De amor y sombra, Eva Luna, Cuentos de Eva Luna, El plan infinito, y más recientemente, Paula, raducidos a más de 25 lenguas, encabezan la lista de bestsellers en varios paises de America y Europa. Isabel Allende reside actualmente en California.
They traveled the roads and byways of the West, unhurriedly and with no set itinerary, changing their route according to the whim of the moment, the premonitory sign of a flock of birds, the lure of an unknown name. The Reeveses interrupted their erratic pilgrimage wherever they were overcome by weariness or wherever they found someone disposed to buy their intangible merchandise. They sold hope. In this way they traveled up and down the desert, they crossed mountains, and one early morning they saw day break over a beach on the Pacific coast. Forty-some years later, during a long confession in which he reviewed his life and drew up an accounting of his errors and achievements, Gregory Reeves told me of his earliest memory: a boy of four, himself, urinating on a hilltop at sunset, the horizon stained red and amber by the last rays of the sun; at his back were the sharp peaks of the hills, and, below, a plain stretched farther than the eye could see. The warm liquid flows like some essence of body and spirit, each drop, as it sinks into the dirt, marking the territory with his signature. He prolongs the pleasure, playing with the stream, tracing a topaz-colored circle on the dust. He feels the perfect peace of the late afternoon; he is moved by the enormity of the world, pervaded with a sense of euphoria because he is part of this unblemished landscape filled with marvels, a boundless geography to be explored. Not far away, his family is waiting. All is well; for the first time he is aware of happiness: it is a moment he will never forget. At other times in his life, when confronted by the world's surprises, Gregory Reeves felt that wonder, thatsensation of belonging to a splendid place where everything is possible and where each thing, from the most sublime to the most horrendous, has a reason for being, where nothing happens by chance and nothing is without purpose--a message his father, blazing with messianic fervor as a snake coiled about his feet, used to preach at the top of his lungs. And every time he had felt that glint of understanding, he remembered the sunset on the hill. His childhood had been an overly long period of confusion and darkness, except for those years of traveling with his family. His father, Charles Reeves, guided his small tribe by employing severe but clear-cut rules; all of them worked together, each fulfilling his duties: reward and punishment, cause and effect, a discipline based on a scale of immutable values. The father's eye was upon them like the eye of God. Their travels determined the fate of the Reeveses without altering their stability, because routines and standards were fixed. That was the only time in his life that Gregory had felt secure. The rage began later, after his father was gone and reality began, irreparably, to deteriorate.
The soldier had begun the march in the morning, with his knapsack on his back, but by early afternoon he was already sorry he had not taken the bus. He had set out whistling contentedly, but as the hours passed he felt the strain in his back, and his song became sprinkled with curses. It was his first furlough following a year of service in the Pacific, and he was returning home with the aftereffects of a bout with malaria, a scar on his belly, and as poor as he had always been. He had draped his shirt over a branch to improvise some shade; he was sweating, and his skin gleamed like a dark mirror. He intended to take advantage of every second of his two weeks' liberty and spend the nights playing pool with his friends and dancing with the girls who had answered his letters, then sleep like a log and wake to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and his mother's pancakes, the only appetizing dish from her kitchen--everything else smelled like burned rubber, but who was going to complain about the culinary abilities of the most beautiful woman for a hundred miles around, a living legend, with the elongated bones of a fine sculpture and the yellow eyes of a leopard. After hours without sign of a soul in this lonely countryside, he heard a motor coughing behind him; in the distance he could just make out the hazy outlines of a truck shuddering like an animated mirage in the reverberating light. He waited for it to come closer, hoping to hitch a ride, but as it approached he changed his mind; he was startled by the eccentric apparition, a pile of tin painted in insolent colors and loaded to overflowing with household goods crowned with a chicken coop, a dog tied with a rope, and, attached to the roof of the cab, a loudspeaker and a sign in large letters, reading the infinite plan. He stepped back to let it pass, then watched it come to a halt a few meters farther on, where a woman with tomato-red hair leaned from a window and beckoned him to join them. He was hesitant to take this as a blessing; cautiously, he walked toward the truck, calculating that he could not possibly ride in the cab, which already contained three adults and two children, and would require an acrobat's skill to clamber onto the load in the rear. The door opened and the driver jumped out.
"Charles Reeves," he announced with courtesy, but also with unmistakable authority.
"Benedict, sir . . . King Benedict," the young man replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"We're a little crowded, as you can see, but if five can fit, so can six."
The other passengers had also jumped down. The woman with the red curls started off in the direction of some bushes, followed by a little girl of about six, who to save time was pulling down her underpants as she went, while her younger brother, half hidden behind the second woman, stuck out his tongue at the stranger. Charles Reeves lowered a ladder from the side of the truck, scrambled over the bundles with agility, and untied the dog, who leapt fearlessly from the top and began to run around, sniffing at weeds.
"The children like to ride behind, but it's dangerous; they can't stay there alone. Olga and you can go with them. We'll put Oliver up front so he doesn't bother you; he's still a pup, but he's as snappish as an old dog," and Charles Reeves signaled the soldier to climb aboard.
King Benedict tossed his knapsack atop the mound of goods and utensils and followed it up, then held out his arms to receive the boy, whom Reeves had lifted above his head, a skinny child with prominent ears and an irresistible smile that made his face seem all teeth. When the woman and the girl returned, they, too, climbed on the back; the man and the other woman got into the cab, and the truck started off again.
"My name is Olga, and these two are Judy and Gregory," said the woman with the impossible hair, settling her skirts as she divided apples and crackers. "Don't sit on that box. The boa's in there, and we don't want to block the air holes," she added. Infinite Plan. Copyright © by Isabel Allende. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Posted December 13, 2010
"He did not threaten punishment or promise eternal salvation; he limited himself to practical solutions for bettering one's life, for soothing anguish, and for saving the resources of the plant." (p. 21)
The Infinite Plan, by Isabel Allende is a spiritual novel about a young boy named Gregory Reeves, who is living a nomadic life with his preaching father, Charles Reeves. The above quote is the preaching of Charles Reeves, explaining one man's place in the universe, as defined by the "Infinite plan." The infinite plan is not only a philosophy to believe in, but it's a way of life, according to Charles Reeves. The book, The Infinite Plan, focuses on Gregory Reeves's journey to find his own infinite plan.
Gregory lived through is childhood believing in his father's preaching's of the "Infinite Plan." But, as a young boy, Gregory's father grew very ill. The Reeves family had to pause there nomadic life to care for his father. They were fortunate enough to be brought into the helping hands of the Barrio, of Los Angeles, where they were comforted by the hospitality of the Spanish family, the Moraleses. This is a major turning point for Gregory; his father dies so the Moraleses influence what remains of his childhood. As Gregory Reeves climbs through his tree of life, he reaches some unsteady branches; He had always had a difficult time with money. He was also drafted into the Vietnam War. Gregory fought for many long, hard years. Eventually he came home to quite a surprise.
The Infinite Plan was not one of my favorite books. As a fourteen year old, I feel there needed to be more adventure. For instance, this book was extremely sad and heartbreaking the way the author described how Gregory reacted when his father died. Also, much of the content of this book was for mature readers. Therefore, I would mainly recommend this book to adults.
Overall, The Infinite Plan, by Isabel Allende, tells the story of Gregory Reeves's tough childhood to his unforgettable adulthood. It is an inspiring novel about impediments one can come face to face with in life. But in the end, in the words of Gregory Reeves "Look how far I've come to reach this point and find there is no Infinite Plan, just the strife of living." (p.379)
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Posted August 15, 2003
Readable and entertaining. But for the most part, it is filled with generalizations that make the narrator all-knowing and all-seing; unlikeable. The book touches many different subjects, most of which the author knows very little about, making it unrealistinc and unsatisfying. Example: one part in the book has a character arrested for practicing black magic. This character lives in LA in the late 1960/early 1970s. Ridiculous. Allendes descriptive narrative is the only thing that saves this book, as it is beautiful and elloquent. But for the most part, it is obvious that the author is in over her head - she hasnt researched the time, place, and events included in the book enough; and her characters are flat and one-dimensional. The story is filled with stereotypes and generalizations. It is entertaining in the same way that movies such as 'maid in manhattan' are entertaining. But ultimately, it is unfulfilling on a deeper level. I read the Spanish version.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 5, 2002
Posted June 9, 2001
I really liked this story and i'm looking forward to reading other books written by Isabel Allende. YOu sort of feel bad for Gregory in this story but at the end you realize that his trials and tribulations were all a part of the Infinite Plan his father talked about so much.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 12, 2010
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