The House of the Spirits
On a breezy day last December in Rio de Janeiro, Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche read aloud from the book The House of the Spirits.
On a breezy day last December in Rio de Janeiro, Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche read aloud from the book The House of the Spirits.
“There were coachmen, storekeepers, and milkmen; later a few municipal employees and distinguished ladies made a discreet appearance, slinking along the side walls of the house to keep from being recognized. The customers were received by Nana, who ushered them into the waiting room and collected their fees. This task kept her busy throughout the day and demanded so much of her time that the family began to complain that all there ever was for dinner was old string beans and jellied quince. Marcos decorated the carriage house with some frayed curtains that had once belonged in the drawing room but that neglect and age had turned to dusty rags. There he and Clara received the customers. The two divines wore tunics ‘the color of the men of light,’ as Marcos called the color yellow. Nana had dyed them with saffron powder, boiling them in pots usually reserved for rice and pasta. In addition to his tunic, Marcos wore a turban around his head and an Egyptian amulet around his neck. He had grown a beard and let his hair grow long and he was thinner than ever before.”
The House of the Spirits (1982)
The House of the Spirits (Spanish: La casa de los espíritus) is the debut novel of Chilean-American novelist Isabel Allende. In one of the most important and beloved Latin-American works of the 20th century, Allende weaves a luminous tapestry of three generations of the Trueba family, revealing both triumphs and tragedies. The House of the Spirits is an enthralling saga that spans decades and lives, twining the personal and the political into an epic novel of love, magic, and fate. It has been translated into more than 20 languages. (Source: Goodreads and Wikipedia)