The Absolutist is a novel that examines the events of the Great War from the perspective of two young privates, both struggling with the complexity of their emotions and the confusion of their friendship. John Boyne.
John Boyne was born in Ireland in He is the author of eleven novels for adults, five for young readers and a collection of short stories. His novels are published in over fifty languages.
He guides us through the realm of history and makes the journey substantial, poignant and real. Our Lists. View all online retailers Find local retailers.
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Start by marking “The Absolutist” as Want to Read: It is September twenty-one-year-old Tristan Sadler takes a train from London to Norwich to deliver a package of letters to the sister of Will Bancroft, the man he fought alongside during the Great War. Free Books, “A novel of immeasurable sadness, in a league with Graham Greene's The End of the Affair. John Boyne is very, very good at portraying the destructive power of .
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John Boyne has a gift for crafting historical tales that hold all the richness and scope of a period while still maintaining a sense of intimacy. In the fall of , World War I veteran Tristan Sadler travels from London to Norwich to deliver a package of letters to the sister of Will Bancroft, a soldier Tristan met while training for the war in Tristan bears the scars of war on his body, but the real reason for his journey is the scars on his heart.
What do you think of that?
What am I supposed to think? I know that men die—their numbers are reported in the newspapers every day.
We stop now in the centre of the parade ground and the sergeant and his two corporals turn to face us. Let me begin by welcoming you to Aldershot. Those of us who have been in the service for many years share your emotions and sympathize with them. You are here to be trained as soldiers and that is what will happen.
He speaks calmly, betraying the conventional image of the barracks sergeant, perhaps to put us at our ease. Perhaps to surprise us by how quickly he might turn on us later. The sergeant waits until the laughter has died down, wearing an expression that suggests a mixture of amusement and contempt, but he says nothing before looking back through the rows and nodding in the direction of a second man.
Brought your bow and arrow, have you?
Where are you from, Tell? And so on and so on. A litany of names, some of them registering in my mind but none giving me any cause to look at anyone directly. I say nothing.
Fighting day in, day out. Putting their lives on the line.
I can sense a low murmuring in the ranks and some of the recruits turn their heads to look at Wolf.