Eleven Minutes
Maria, eine junge Brasilianerin, wird gezwungen, ihren Lebensunterhalt als Tänzerin in einem Nachtclub in Rio zu verdienen.
Sie tut es ohne Scham und ohne Herz und hat sich geschworen, sich nicht zu verlieben. Mit der Zeit beginnt sie den Job zu...
Maria, eine junge Brasilianerin, wird gezwungen, ihren Lebensunterhalt als Tänzerin in einem Nachtclub in Rio zu verdienen.
Sie tut es ohne Scham und ohne Herz und hat sich geschworen, sich nicht zu verlieben. Mit der Zeit beginnt sie den Job zu genießen.
Doch dann trifft sie jemanden, verliebt sich in ihn und muss sich entscheiden: Job oder die wahre Liebe.
In Geneva, Maria drifts further and further away from love as she develops a fascination with sex. Eventually, Maria's despairing view of love is put to the test when she meets a handsome young painter. In this odyssey of self-discovery, Maria has to choose between pursuing a path of darkness, sexual pleasure for its own sake, or risking everything to find her own "inner light" and the possibility of sacred sex, sex in the context of love.
In this gripping and daring new novel, Paulo Coelho sensitively explores the sacred nature of sex and love and invites us to confront our own prejudices and demons and embrace our own "inner light."
Eleven Minutes von Paulo Coelho
LESEPROBE
Although she was capable of writing very wise thoughts,she was quite incapable of following her own advice; her periods of depressionbecame more frequent and the phone still refused to ring. To distract herselfduring these empty hours, and in order to practice her French, she began buyingmagazines about celebrities, but realized at once that she was spending toomuch money, and so she looked for the nearest lending library. The woman incharge told her that they didn't lend out magazines, but that she could suggesta few books that would help improve her French.
"I haven't got time to read books."
"What do you mean you haven't got time? What areyou doing?"
"Lots of things: studying French, writing adiary, and ..." And what?
She was about to say "waiting for the phone toring", but she thought it best to say nothing.
"My dear, you're still very young, you've gotyour whole life ahead of you. Read. Forget everything you've been told aboutbooks and just read."
"I've read loads of books."
Suddenly, Maria remembered what Mailsonthe security officer had told her about "vibes". The librarian beforeher seemed a very sweet, sensitive person, someone who might be able to helpher if all else failed. She needed to win her over; her instinct was tellingher that this woman could become her friend. She quickly changed tack.
"But I'd like to read more. Could you help mechoose some books?"
The woman brought her The Little Prince. Shestarted leafing through it that same night, saw the drawings on the first pageof what seemed to be a hat, but which, according to the author, all childrenwould instantly recognize as a snake with an elephant inside it. "Well, Idon't think I can ever have been a child, then," she thought. "To me,it looks more like a hat." In the absence of any television to watch, sheaccompanied the prince on his journeys, feeling sad whenever the word"love" appeared, for she had forbidden herself to think about thesubject at the risk of feeling suicidal. However, apart from the painful,romantic scenes between a prince, a fox and a rose, the book was reallyinteresting, and she didn't keep checking every five minutes that the batteryin her mobile phone was still fully charged (she was terrified of missing herbig chance purely out of carelessness).
Maria became a regular visitor to the library, whereshe would chat to the woman, who seemed as lonely as she was, ask her tosuggest more books and discuss life and authors - until her money had nearlyrun out. Another two weeks and she would not even have enough left to buy herticket back to Brazil.
And, since life always waits for some crisis to occurbefore revealing itself at its most brilliant, the phone finally rang. Threemonths after discovering the word `lawyer' and after two months of living onthe compensation she had received, someone from a model agency asked if Senhora Maria was still at this number. The reply was acool, long-rehearsed `yes', so as not to appear too eager. She learned that anArab gentleman, who worked in the fashion industry in his country, had beenvery taken by her photos and wanted to invite her to take part in a fashionshow. Maria remembered her recent disappointments, but also the money that sheso desperately needed.
They arranged to meet in a very chic restaurant. Shefound herself with an elegant man, older and more charming than Roger, whoasked her:
"Do you know who painted that picture over there?It's a Miró. Have you heard of Joan Miró?"
Maria said nothing, as if she were concentrating onthe food, rather different from that in the Chinese restaurants where shenormally ate. Meanwhile, she made a mental note: on her next visit to thelibrary, she would have to ask for a book about Miró.
But the Arab was saying:
"This was the table where Fellinialways sat. Do you know his films at all?"
She said she adored them. The man began asking moreprobing questions and Maria, knowing that she would fail the test, decided tobe straight with him:
"I'm not going to spend the evening pretending toyou. I can just about tell the difference between Coca-Cola and Pepsi, butthat's about it. I thought we came here to discuss a fashion show."
He seemed to appreciate her frankness.
"We'll do that when we have our after-supperdrink."
© HarperCollinsPublishers
Übersetzung: Margaret Jull Costa
Autoren-Porträt vonPaulo Coelho
Paulo Coelho, geboren 1947 in Rio deJaneiro, begann nach ausgedehnten Reisen zu schreiben. Mit seinemWeltbestseller "Der Alchimist" wurde er zu einem der meistgelesenenlateinamerikanischen Autoren.
Interview mit Paulo Coelho
Wasbedeutet Schreiben für Sie?
Ich habe in meinem Leben auf Folgendes gesetzt: Mich selber durch meine Arbeitzu erkennen - in diesem Fall durchs Schreiben.
Wannhaben Sie beschlossen, Schriftsteller zu werden?
Seit meiner Jugend wollte ich schreiben. Anfangs glaubte ich, da ich sehreinsam war, dass die einzige Art, mit der Welt zu kommunizieren, die Poesiesei; Zeit verging, ich kam aus dieser natürlichen Isolation eines Jugendlichenheraus - ich hatte eine ziemlich bewegte Jugend -, aber das Wort blieb für michdas Mittel, die Welt und mich selbst besser zu verstehen. Aber ich habe erstden Mut gehabt, meinen Traum zu leben, nachdem ich 1986 den Jakobsweg gegangenwar.
Wiehaben Sie Schreiben gelernt?
Durch Lesen. Lesen und noch mal Lesen. Entscheidend war auch meine Erfahrungals Texter von Rocksongs und als Journalist, weil ich begriff, dass man nichtkompliziert sein muss, um sich zu Menschheitsfragen zu äußern, und ich lernte,einen Gedanken mit wenigen Worten darzulegen. Ich glaube an die Vorstellungeiner "Anima Mundi" (Weltenseele), in derjeder Mensch durch die völlige Hingabe an das, was er macht, in Kontakt mit derInspiration des Universums tritt; und meine Figuren entstehen aus der Liebe zumLeben und zu den Dingen, die ich erlebe.
Stimmtes, dass Sie "Der Alchimist" in vierzehn Tagen geschrieben haben?
Ja. Eigentlich habe ich alle meine Bücher innerhalb von zwei bis vier Wochengeschrieben. Die Konzeption eines Buches erfordert jedoch mindestens zwei Jahreund die Überarbeitung vier weitere Monate.
Warumist bislang keines Ihrer Bücher verfilmt worden?
Ich habe den Verkauf der Rechte untersagt. Kürzlich habe ich 2 MillionenUS-Dollar geboten, um die einzigen Rechte zurückzukaufen, die ich seinerzeit anWarner Brothers vergeben hatte: "TheAlchemist".
© Sant Jordi Asociados Agencia Literaria S.L., www.santjordi-asociados.com oder
Copyright @ 2003 by Paulo Coelho
- Autor: Paulo Coelho
- 2004, 273 Seiten, Maße: 11 x 17,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Übersetzer: Margaret Jull Costa
- Verlag: HarperCollins US
- ISBN-10: 006072675X
- ISBN-13: 9780060726751
- Erscheinungsdatum: 08.06.2011
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