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Thought it was a lot better than "Three Cups of Tea."
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Narrative of a girl raised as a boy so that she may inherit property. The strange part is that while the book has a very positive feminist perspective, the story is peppered with commentary on the general depravity of women. The main character (boy-g...more
Narrative of a girl raised as a boy so that she may inherit property. The strange part is that while the book has a very positive feminist perspective, the story is peppered with commentary on the general depravity of women. The main character (boy-girl named Silence) is about as heroic as a person could be. She even captures Merlin. That said, the other lead female is a degenerate. The last third of the book is really remarkable. It's a wonderful story -- hard to imagine it being written in the 13th century. Actually, it's hard to imagine the 13th century at all.(less)
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I bought this book awhile ago and just finished it. Not sure, I might hate this book. The narrator's parents are two creative and intellectual adults who choose to live a wacky, homeless existence without basic necessities like food and heat. Along t...more
I bought this book awhile ago and just finished it. Not sure, I might hate this book. The narrator's parents are two creative and intellectual adults who choose to live a wacky, homeless existence without basic necessities like food and heat. Along the way, they have four kids. At some point, you would have expected that one of these people might have gotten a steady job and some god damned food for the kids, but they didn't. Meanwhile, the mother was secretly eating hershey bars and getting fat (kids are eating garbage) while the father was getting drunk and saying ridiculously profound and clever things. The little girl narrator caught fire at least two times that i remember. A fun book if you want to think about how your life might be worse. I doubt much of this happened the way she says it did. I mean, how many times can you catch on fire before you start avoiding flames?(less)
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This book was quite thrilling despite the fact that nothing really happened. The story of a marriage (and so much more) told from three (actually four if you count the epilogue) perspectives.
On Relationships "But then time passes, a year, or three ye...more
This book was quite thrilling despite the fact that nothing really happened. The story of a marriage (and so much more) told from three (actually four if you count the epilogue) perspectives.
On Relationships "But then time passes, a year, or three years, or two weeks -- have you noticed how love, like death, has nothing to do with clocks or calendars? -- and the grand plan to which both the woman and the man have agreed is not carried through, or only partially carried through, not quite as either had imagined. And so the man and woman part, with anger or with indifference, and once again they set out, full of hope ready to start again with someone new. Alternately, they might stay together out of sheer exhaustion, draining the lifeblood from each other, and so sicken, killing each other little by little before dying....Isn't it just desire, always, eternally, simply desire, that occasionally, for some brief interval, is incarnated in a particular body? and this strange, artificial excitement, the fever in which we live: might that not have been nature's fully conscious way of preventing men and women feeling utterly alone?"
On Grief "The person is already buried and you still feel nothing. You go about in mourning with a ceremonial solemnity...On the outside you behave one way, properly somber and funereal; but inside, you are astonished to note, you feel absolutely nothing, at most a kind of guilty satisfaction and relief... Then one day, much later, maybe after a year, when the dead one has long decomposed, you are walking along and suddenly you feel dizzy and have to lean against the wall because the event has finally gotten through to you: the feeling that tied you to the dead one. The meaning of death."
On Arists "Artists are the people who can really help you in times of trouble, the only people, it seems...a long time ago the artist, the priest, and the doctor were all one man. Anyone who knew anything was an artist."
On America "Because, no good denying it, here where people have everything they need for the good life, it's as if happiness -- I mean real, joyful, ear-to-ear-grinning happiness -- simply escapes them. Over at Macy's nearby you can really buy anything you need in this world. You can even get a lighter that never needs new fuel. It comes in a case. But you can't buy happiness, not even in the drugs department."(less)
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Have no idea how to talk about this book in terms of stars. I admired 2666 so much and picked up both this book and The Savage Detectives (which I plan to read soon). By Night in Chile is a monologue (no paragraphs breaks at all) -- the jacket says i...more
Have no idea how to talk about this book in terms of stars. I admired 2666 so much and picked up both this book and The Savage Detectives (which I plan to read soon). By Night in Chile is a monologue (no paragraphs breaks at all) -- the jacket says it is a deathbed confession, but I didn't see how that mattered. The narrator is a Jesuit priest who has dinner with a lot of famous poets including Neruda and then leaves Chile at the behest of Opus Dei to travel around Europe watching falcons kill pigeons that are pooping on churches. Eventually, he gives lessons on Marxism to General Pinochet. I don't think I really got it.
A few favorite quotes:
"I went on happily reading well in tho the night, when no one ventured on to the decks of the Donizetti, except for sinful shadows who were careful not to interrupt me, careful not to disturb my reading, happiness, happiness, passion regained, genuine devotion, my prayers rising up and up through the clouds to the realm of pure music, to what for want of a better name we call the choir of the angels, a non-human space but undoubtedly the only imaginable space we humans can truly inhabit, an uninhabitable space but the only one worth inhabiting, a space in which we shall cease to be but the only space in which we can be what we truly are..."
And then,
"Even prayer is boring in the long run."
Finally,
"Sordello? Which Sordello?"(less)
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" Thanks for recommending, Tereza.
"He also knew by now that one would never find freedom in this world -- however perfect were the laws and however grea...more
Thanks for recommending, Tereza.
"He also knew by now that one would never find freedom in this world -- however perfect were the laws and however great one's control over the world and people -- unless one found it in oneself. ... Now, whatever the future might bring, he felt a sense of relief: for the first time in his life he was not requiring something better or different from the world or other people, he was requiring it of himself."(less)
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