I've recently read the book "las intermintencias la muerte " as the original name , translated into "death at Intervals" or "death with interruptions" in english and " هجوم دوباره مرگ " in farsi ....
it was really nice , full of imaginations about an event which will never happen ! the book starts with a very deep and interesting sentence : " the next day noone died ! " " روز بعد کسی نمرد " ... can you just imagine that ? it was so surprising when i read it ... you may think it must be a joke but you'll see that all the events of the books starts from here ! ... and i really enjoyed the smart writing of Saramago who had thought of every possible thing ! ....
the next srprising thing is to imagine death as a woman who lives in her home usually and then suddenly she fall in love !....
so i really suggest yo to read this ... and there will be more about the book (this time i won't write about the writer Saramago , i will wait until i have read the "Blindness" .....)
On the first day of the new year, no one dies. This of course causes consternation among politicians, religious leaders, morticians, and doctors. Among the general public, on the other hand, there is initially celebration ; flags are hung out on balconies, people dance in the streets. They have achieved the great goal of humanity ; eternal life. Then reality hits home ;families are left to care for the permanently dying, life-insurance policies become meaningless, and funeral parlors are reduced to arranging burials for pet dogs, cats, hamsters, and parrots.Death sits in her chilly apartment, where she lives alone with scythe and filing cabinets, and contemplates her experiment ; What if no one ever died again? What if she, death with a small d, became human and were to fall in love?Publishers WeeklySaramago's philosophical page-turner hinges on death taking a holiday. And, Saramago being Saramago, he turns what could be the stuff of late-night stoner debate into a lucid, playful and politically edgy novel of ideas. For reasons initially unclear, people stop dying in an unnamed country on New Year's Day. Shortly after death begins her break (death is a woman here), there's "a catastrophic collapse" in the funeral industry; disruption in hospitals of "the usual rotational process of patients coming in, getting better or dying"; and general havoc. There's much debate and discussion on the link between death, resurrection and the church, and while "the clandestine traffic of the terminally ill" into bordering countries leads to government collusion with the criminal "self-styled maphia," death falls in love with a terminally ill cellist. Saramago adds two satisfying cliffhangers-how far can he go with the concept, and will death succumb to human love? The package is profound, resonant and-bonus-entertaining
On the first day of the New Year, no one dies. This understandably causes great consternation amongst religious leaders - if there's no death, there can be no resurrection and therefore no reason for religion - and what will be the effect on pensions, the social services, hospitals? Funeral directors are reduced to arranging funerals for dogs, cats, hamsters and parrots. Life insurance policies become meaningless. Amid the general public, on the other hand, there is initially celebration: flags are hung out on balconies and people dance in the streets. They have achieved the great goal of humanity - eternal life. But will death's disappearance benefit the human race, or will this sudden abeyance backfire? How long can families cope with malingering elderly relatives who scratch at death's door while the portal remains firmly shut?Then, seven months later, death returns, heralded by purple envelopes informing the recipients that their time is up. Death herself is now writing personal notes giving one week's notice. However, when an envelope is unexpectedly returned to her, death begins to experience strange, almost human emotions.In his new novel, Jose Saramago again turns the world on its head - an everyday event is snatched away, and humankind is left to make of it what it will.
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