Review: Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer | Books | The GuardianA heartbreaker' Spectator 'The most incredible fictional nine-year-old ever created It will have you biting back the tears' Glamour 'Pulsates with dazzling ideas' Times Literary Supplement 'It's a miracle The key belonged to his father, he's sure of that. But which of New York's million locks does it open? So begins a quest that takes Oskar - inventor, letter-writer and amateur detective - across New York's five boroughs and into the jumbled lives of friends, relatives and complete strangers. He gets heavy boots, he gives himself little bruises and he inches ever nearer to the heart of a family mystery that stretches back fifty years. But will it take him any closer to, or even further from, his lost father?
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
The book's narrator is a nine-year-old boy named Oskar Schell. In the story, Oskar discovers a key in a vase that belonged to his father, a year after he is killed in the September 11 attacks. The discovery inspires Oskar to search all around New York for information about the key and closure following his father's death. Oskar Schell is a nine-year-old boy whose father, Thomas Schell, died in the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center on September 11, The novel begins after the tragedy, with Oskar narrating. Since his father's death, Oskar struggles with insomnia , panic attacks, and depression. He often describes the feeling of depression as wearing heavy boots, and deals with this by giving himself bruises.
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