Blindness and not blindness

A man suddenly becomes blind. It is the first dune victim horrible pandemic. José Saramago will pull with specious talent quon knows him, all the son of this "ball". It will give us to do nothing and especially finding our place.
The first blind internees are then left to their own devices in a city to the abandonment. Men will be victims of brutal force other men. This is obviously the litany of history constantly repeated, possible anomie that resurfaces and against which we must always fight. Only a remarkable woman is not affected. It is indeed in this novel issue daveuglement and not of blindness. Lintelligence sensitivity, generosity, lhumanisme of a certain character will allow BE saved. "Humanism, this is not to say," What I have done no animal would have done ", that is to say," We refused what we wanted in the beast. " "(André Malraux).
The Nobel Prize in 1998 nindique in this book neither the time nor the place. It does not give either name his characters to the doctor, the doctor's wife, the first blind man, the wife of the first blind, the Louchon boy, the girl with tinted glasses and the old man in headband. The dialogues themselves are not conventionally added in quotes or hyphens, but are treated of a single jet. José Saramago's writing is made of long sentences, punctuated by many commas. They also include many asides, digressions which are all at the reader. At the option of metaphors and anachronisms, the author probably wants to push us to think for ourselves. "Laveuglement" _ particularly because of the chosen form is a hard book, stuffy, which népargne nothing to the reader. And yet, the style of Saramago remains a remarkable fluidity.
"At the end of this century, it became possible for the first time to see what may look like a world in which the past, including" past in the present, "has lost its role, where cards and pins of yore, guiding human beings, individually or collectively, throughout their lives, do not exhibit the landscape in which we operate, nor the Seas on which we sail, we do not know where our journey leads us nor even where it should lead us. "It seems that José Saramago has heard Eric J. Hobsbawm and metaphorically it reminds us of" the past in the present "?