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La joven de la perla (Girl with the Pearl Earring)

La joven de la perla (Girl with the Pearl Earring)

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En la segunda mitad del siglo XVII, el pintor holandés Johannes Vermeer inmortalizó en una tela a una bella muchacha adornada con un turbante y un pendiente de perla. Sus labios parecen esbozar una sonrisa sensual, pero sus ojos irradian la tristeza más profunda.

Conocido como la «Mona Lisa holandesa», detrás de ese enigmático

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En la segunda mitad del siglo XVII, el pintor holandés Johannes Vermeer inmortalizó en una tela a una bella muchacha adornada con un turbante y un pendiente de perla. Sus labios parecen esbozar una sonrisa sensual, pero sus ojos irradian la tristeza más profunda.

Conocido como la «Mona Lisa holandesa», detrás de ese enigmático rostro se esconde Griet, una joven de origen humilde que a los dieciséis años entra a trabajar como doncella en casa del artista a cambio de un mísero salario. Su extraordinaria sensibilidad y el cuidado que pone en todo lo que toca atraen al maestro, quien poco a poco la introduce en su mundo, un paraíso inundado por una luz mágica y poblado por criaturas femeninas de singular belleza.

La joven de la perla es la historia de una fascinación, de cómo surge un sentimiento que se mueve entre la admiración y el amor. Una hermosa novela sobre el despertar a la vida y al arte. Una novela absorbente, que trasciende el tiempo y el espacio.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9788466307987
Publisher:
Santillana USA Publishing Company
Publication date:
10/03/2002
Edition description:
Spanish-language Edition
Pages:
316
Product dimensions:
5.08(w) x 8.28(h) x 0.77(d)

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La Joven de la Perla / Girl with a Pearl Earring


By Tracy Chevalier Santillana USA Publishing Company

Copyright © 2002 Tracy Chevalier
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9788466307987


Chapter One In the morning he asked me to come up in the afternoon. I assumed he wanted me to work with the colors, that he was starting the concert painting. When I got to the studio he was not there. I went straight to the attic. The grinding table was clear-nothing had been laid out for me. I climbed back down the ladder, feeling foolish. He had come in and was standing in the studio, looking out a window.

'Take a seat, please, Griet,' he said, his back to me.

I sat in the chair by the harpsichord. I did not touch it-I had never touched an instrument except to clean it. As I waited I studied the paintings he had hung on the back wall that would form part of the concert painting. There was a landscape on the left, and on the right a picture of three people-a woman playing a lute, wearing a dress that revealed much of her bosom, a gentleman with his arm around her, and an old woman. The man was buying the young woman's favors, the old woman reaching to take the coin he held out. Maria Thins owned the painting and had told me it was called The Procuress.

'Not that chair.' He had turned from the window. 'That is where van Ruijven's daughter sits.'

Where I would have sat, I thought, if I were to be in the painting.

He got another of the lion-head chairs and set it closeto his easel but sideways so it faced the window. 'Sit here.'

'What do you want, sir,' I asked, sitting. I was puzzled-we never sat together. I shivered, although I was not cold.

'Don't talk.' He opened a shutter so that the light fell directly on my face. 'Look out the window.' He sat down in his chair by the easel.

I gazed at the New Church tower and swallowed. I could feel my jaw tightening and my eyes widening.

'Now look at me.'

I turned my head and looked at him over my left shoulder.

His eyes locked with mine. I could think of nothing except how their grey was like the inside of an oyster shell.

He seemed to be waiting for something. My face began to strain with the fear that I was not giving him what he wanted.

'Griet,' he said softly. It was all he had to say. My eyes filled with tears I did not shed. I knew now.

'Yes. Don't move.'

He was going to paint me.





Continues...


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Meet the Author

Tracy Chevalier nació en Washington, pero actualmente vive en Londres, donde se instaló al terminar sus estudios de Literatura en la Universidad de East Anglia, Ohio. Tras escribir algunos relatos cortos, en 1997 publicó su primera novela, The Virgin Blue, a la que siguió La joven de la perla, inspirada en el célebre cuadro de Jonannes Vermeer, su pintor preferido. Recientemente ha publicado Angeles fugaces (Alfaguara, 2002).

Brief Biography

Hometown:
London, England
Date of Birth:
October 19, 1962
Place of Birth:
Washington, D.C.
Education:
B.A. in English, Oberlin College, 1984; M.A. in creative writing, University of East Anglia, 1994
Website:
http://www.tchevalier.com

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Interesante y entretenida novela
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Una verdadera joya