Exploring the Clouds - Fraser, John
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Happiness needs time - you need to know what the past was like, and, even more inscrutable, what the future might entail. Torsten is an agent, travelling with the overbearing Manlio, a fixer, in South America; seeking merchandise for his boss and sponsor, Odette. Trade and capitalism bring little, and nothing that is gratifying. Odette hosts Elise, a beautiful elusive photographer, Torsten's distant delight - but she can be known, it seems, only indirectly, through images. The three travel the world, by balloon. They are cloud-high - too far up to find their goal. Torsten, disappointed, then…mehr

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Happiness needs time - you need to know what the past was like, and, even more inscrutable, what the future might entail. Torsten is an agent, travelling with the overbearing Manlio, a fixer, in South America; seeking merchandise for his boss and sponsor, Odette. Trade and capitalism bring little, and nothing that is gratifying. Odette hosts Elise, a beautiful elusive photographer, Torsten's distant delight - but she can be known, it seems, only indirectly, through images. The three travel the world, by balloon. They are cloud-high - too far up to find their goal. Torsten, disappointed, then tries manual work - digging, petty thieving, grave-digging, rigging the circus tent. It's hard, essential - and not for him. Finally, Odette proposes he seek happiness. In Exploring the Clouds, John Fraser explores the nature of happiness, betrayal, vengeance and the motivation for exploration, and its roots.
Autorenporträt
John Fraser has lived near Rome since 1980. Previously, he worked in England and Canada.Of Fraser's fiction the Whitbread Award winning poet John Fuller has written:'One of the most extraordinary publishing events of the past few years has been the rapid, indeed insistent, appearance of the novels of John Fraser. There are few parallels in literary history to this almost simultaneous and largely belated appearance of a mature ¿uvre, sprung like Athena from Zeus's forehead; and the novels in themselves are extraordinary. I can think of nothing much like them in fiction. Fraser maintains a masterfully ironic distance from the extreme conditions in which his characters find themselves. There are strikingly beautiful descriptions, veiled allusions to rooted traditions, unlikely events half-glimpsed, abrupted narratives, surreal but somehow apposite social customs.'