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O livro de Harper Lee bateu todos os recordes (EUA)

As vendas de Go Set a Watchman no primeiro dia bateram todos os recordes anteriores na categoria de ficção, incluindo O Símbolo Perdido, de Dan Brown, As Cinquenta Sombras de Grey, de E.L. James, ou Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte, de J.K. Rowling — que detinham os recordes anteriores. Os dados são confirmados pelas vendas da Barnes & Noble, Book-A-Million e Amazon.

Entretanto, na Grã-Bretanha, estima-se que as vendas possam ter ultrapassado os 105.000 exemplares no primeiro dia, de acordo com informações do grupo Penguin.


Crítica de Adam Gopnik, publicada na New Yorker.


E a crítica na The Economist

«The book’s evolution from “Watchman” into “Mockingbird” in less than three years is remarkable. To put it into context, a lot of novels are dreadful, and most are ordinary. Even the 150 or so submitted for the Man Booker prize every year—supposedly the cream of literary publishing—are a mixed bunch. Only a handful, if that, could be considered great. “Go Set a Watchman” is one of the ordinary ones. It has flashes of delight—the 14-page account of a ladies’ coffee morning is particularly hilarious. But many of the characters are one-dimensional and they spout long speeches, chiefly about race, that feel both unfinished and undigested. That Atticus Finch should reveal himself to his adult daughter as a racist bigot, rather than the moral giant of “Mockingbird”, can only have been written by someone who had not had a child or seen at first hand the inexorable nosiness of the young, whether about their parents’ motives or their sex lives.»

«The most surprising thing about “Go Set A Watchman”, then, is how a young writer, so rooted in the customs and mores of her time and seemingly with no sense of drama or history, was able to transform a first novel from a pedestrian piece of prose into a soaring work that has enthralled millions through the decades. It makes one want to salute the human imagination—and weep that she never wrote more.»