Reseña del libro "Two Fledglings (en Inglés)"
“Owen met her first one spring, when they both were in their teens, by a pale nervous lake where he went with his parents on weekends to sun and water-ski and fish.” “She was standing out on the jetty in the dim twilight amid the spent hush, framed by the melancholy glow of the falling sun on the lake—for a moment like a half-lit gypsy, swaddled in solitude. Until he asked her if she were lost, or needed help.” In his first novel Two Fledglings, author Michael Dusenberry tells the story of Owen Davidson and Carol Przywalski coming of age in the 1960’s in America. Owen the son of upper middle class Anglo parents; Carol the daughter of working class Polish immigrants. “Owen was handsome, he was friendly, and so he was popular. But he knew his friends only distantly, the way one’s body knows the cold air. Boys and girls alike, they bounced into and out of his life like hollow hard-rubber spheres, filling a deep longing with pleasant chatter or a sudden hard emptiness with a brief erotic thrill.“ But Carol, this girl so unlike the “apple-pie mouth” blonde cheerleader types Owen usually dated, was no brief erotic thrill. She got to Owen. So much so that she scared him. So he ended it and went off to college. Carol’s parents couldn’t—nor would they if they could—pay for art school, so she remained home—for a while—and began “the bleak life of a working girl”—a secretary for a cab company. But how to fill the emptiness, and numb the pain? — ‘Carol began to spend many nights away from home, and it was not long before the habitués of Campoli’s had all the poop on “Carol the hippie” to last them many an evening. Of course, Carol was playing it smart; she pumped herself full of birth-control pills…’ Using vivid imagery and colorful, expressive dialogue, Michael Dusenberry follows Carol and Owen on their often painful journeys to a deeper understanding of what it means to love life, to love one’s self, and to love another.
