When I got my first speeding ticket as a teenager, I was listening to a public radio station and had lost myself in a particularly rousing
stretch of a symphony.
Not exact matches
But when 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers
of Benghazi turns into the two - hour - long action
symphony it can barely wait to become — a harrowing
stretch of shadowy aggressors charging the walls
of a compound, bullets pinging off metal, spent ammo casings showering the cement underfoot, endless carnage — this director is completely in his wheelhouse.
They've got piles
of style, composing intricate
symphonies out
of the sound
of stretching leather and doing more with red, green, and blue than most directors can manage with a full rainbow.
The book opens in the grand tradition
of coming -
of - age novels distinguished by their hypnotic, first - person narrators, but while the voice
of British teenager Holly Sykes can hold its own with those
of Holden Caulfield or John Green's Hazel Grace Lancaster, it is merely the opening salvo in this multivoiced, harmonically layered narrative
symphony that
stretches — with occasional sojourns far back in time — from the 1980s, when Holly runs away from home, into the 2040s, when she is attempting to cope with an oil - depleted world descending into chaos.