This Side of Brightnessby Colum McCann
Hailed for its "shining prose" (The Philadelphia Inquirer) and "gripping realism" (Newsday), This Side of Brightness is a powerful bl of imagination and history set in underground Manhattan. At the turn of the century, New York's sandhogs burrowed beneath the East River, digging the tunnels that would link Brooklyn to Manhattan; many decades later, those same… See more details below
Hailed for its "shining prose" (The Philadelphia Inquirer) and "gripping realism" (Newsday), This Side of Brightness is a powerful bl of imagination and history set in underground Manhattan. At the turn of the century, New York's sandhogs burrowed beneath the East River, digging the tunnels that would link Brooklyn to Manhattan; many decades later, those same tunnels offer refuge to the desperate and homeless. Spanning seventy years, Colum McCann's acclaimed novel tells the story of three generations bound to the tunnels by ill-fated loves, uninted crimes, and social taboos. Haunting and lyrical, This Side of Brightness delivers a tale of family, race, and redemption as bold and fabulous as New York City itself.
“Luminescent. Colum McCann has taken the monumental force of the past and created from it a novel of wrenching emotional dimension, a novel resplendent with dignity.” The Boston Globe
“Inside the gritty and perilous lives of the men who dug the tunnels under New York's East River, Irish novelist Colum McCann finds poetry....McCann's prose shines like the waters of the East River on a bright winter day.” The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Disturbingly beautiful...A dazzling blend of menace and heartbreak.” The New York Times Book Review
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- 5.50(w) x 8.14(h) x 0.84(d)
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On the evening before the first snow fell, he saw a large bird frozen in the waters of the Hudson River. He knew it must have been a goose or a heron, but he decided that it was a crane. Its neck was tucked under its wingpit and the head was submerged in the river. He peered down at the water's surface and imagined the ancient ornamental beak. The bird's legs were spread out and one wing was uncurled as if it had been attempting to fly through ice.
Treefrog found some bricks at the edge of the path that ran along the waterfront, lifted them high, and flung them down around the bird. The first brick bounced and skidded on the ice, but the second broke the surface and animated the crane for just a moment. The wings skipped minutely. The neck moved in a stiff, majestic arc and the head emerged from under the water, gray and bloated. He rained the bricks down with ferocious intent until the bird was free to move beyond the ice to where the river flowed.
Tipping his sunglasses up on his forehead, Treefrog watched the bird float away. He knew it would sink to the sands of the Hudson or get frozen in the ice once more, but he turned his back and walked away through the empty park. He kicked at some litter, touched the icy bark of a crab-apple tree, reached the tunnel entrance, and removed both his overcoats. He squeezed his way into a gap in the iron gate and crawled through.
The tunnel was wide and dark and familiar. There was no sound. Treefrog walked along the railway tracks until he came to a large concrete column. He touched the column with both hands and waited a moment for his eyes to adjust; then he grabbed onto a handhold and, with spectacular strength, hauled himself up. He walked along the beam with perfect balance, reached another catwalk, and shunted himself upward once more.
In his dark nest, high in the tunnel, Treefrog lit a small fire of twigs and newspaper. It was late evening. A train rumbled in the distance.
A few pellets of ratshit had collected on the bedside table, and he swept them off before opening the table drawer. From the depths of the drawer Treefrog took out a small purple jewelry bag, undid the yellow string. For a moment he warmed the harmonica in his gloved fist above the fire. He put it to his mouth, tested its warmth, and pulled in a net of tunnel air. The Hohner slipped along his lips. His tongue flickered in against the reeds, and the tendons in his neck shone. He felt the music was breathing him, asserting itself through him. A vision of his daughter whipped up--she was there, she was listening, she was part of his music, she sat with her knees tucked up to her chest and rocked back and forth in childish ecstasy--and he thought once again of the frozen crane in the river.
Sitting there, in his nest, in the miasmic dark, Treefrog played, transforming the air, giving back to the tunnels their original music.
Meet the Author
Colum McCann is the author of books including This Side of Brightness, Zoli, Songdogs and Let the Great World Spin. He has received the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award, a Pushcart Prize, and was named the first winner of the Grace Kelly Memorial Foundation Award and the Princess Grace Memorial Literary Award. He lives in New York City.
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Just wonderful. The language, the imagery, the human emotion. Dramatic, yes, but the emotions are real. The depiction of worlds and times previously unknown in such a personal intimate way really drew me in and I believed it all existed as he said! As incredible and romanticized as it all was. My new favorite book and I think it will be for awhile...
An amazing read. Not as poignant or colorfully character as "Let the Great World Spin" (which is among the greatest novels ever written), but more engaging and fascinating than "Zoli" or "TransAtlantic". Regardless, if you have never read a Colum McCann novel, you are severely missing out on one of the world's greatest living writers.
This is a brave,original,intense profound ,heart ranching,spiritual novel with deep social consciousness.Like all McCann's work,the novel is beautifully constructed,with tremendous understanding of the depth of his characters,of mental illness and drug abuse.Filled with horror and tenderness,we travel through homelessness and the understanding of why so often this unfair and brutal situation is a result of mental illness and or drug abuse.You are in for a lyrical and profound experience.
This is a very interesting, but also very scary book. At times it was confusing to keep the players straight, so I read it through, then read it again with a note pad to understand it all -- the timeline, characters, different sects, etc. it was a good book group read since I could get other peoples opinions. It did not know much about Mormons except they liked plural marriages, and what I'd read in the papers about the high-profile cases involving the fundamentalists. This book appears to go into the entire history of the religion, from it's very beginnings to the present. It discusses not only the fundamentalists but the mainstream Mormons also, giving you a good overview.
Simply the best book I have read in years -- dark, challenging, redemptive, profound and quite simply a good read. As an African-American myself, I was surprised to find out he was not
This book lacks both, but does contain clunky prose, awkward phrasing, and predictable plot lines. Read Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks if you want to read about tunnelers.