I tried to send Erlend Loe himself a letter once.
I couldn't find his address so I tried his e-mail. I wrote him a long nice one with loads of questions, but the one he gives in the book is defunct and when I contacted his publisher they started asking questions.
I was too intimidated to make anything up.
I really wish I had. He seems like the sort of person that needs to be e-mailed.
What used to excite me when I was little:
- animals, especially cats, birds and baby goats
- betting my life on everything - if this does/doesn't happen, I die; racing against buses - if I lose, I die
- broken toys and old things, small parts of broken things
- building blocks / construction toys
- cardboard boxes
from my blog Reading In Winter
Naïve. Super is one of those books that you will want to treasure, after consuming it, but then feel like you can’t just keep it for yourself—you have to share it with people.
As soon as I finished reading Erlend Loe’s brilliant novel, I promptly breathed a sigh of satisfaction, packaged it up, and mailed it to someone I thought would appreciate it.
Seriously, I’m not even going to get into reviewing this book until you promise me you’re going to read it. Promise? OK.
This book is naive. This is why it's super
პირველი რამდენიმე გვერდი რომ წავიკითხე, უცებ გავიფიქრე "ოი, ჩემნაირი ბიჭი წიგნში!". ეს პირველი შემთხვევაა როდესაც ჩემი ახლანდელი მდგომარეობა ბევრ რამეში ემთხვევა წიგნის გმირს და რაღაცნაირად უცნაური და უცხო იყო. ამიტომ ამიჩუყდა გული ცოტა :დ
აბა, წარმოიდგინეთ, 24 წლისას ან 26 წლისას რო წამეკითხა- სულ ყველაფერი სხვანაირად იქნებოდა.
ეხა მე გეტყვით რა აღმაფრთოვანებდა ბავშვობაში:
Anyway, to the book: I loved it. The deceptively simple style gave a moving description of a quiet and reflective time in the narrator's life which maybe didn't go as far as being a story, bu...more
Эта та книга, в которой выводы делаешь сам — если захочешь. Я углядела для себя дельную мысль одну — в детстве все было гораздо проще.
Итог: читать, если настал кризис самоверы. Во всех остальных книга скорее всего будет раздражать.
La mayor parte del tiempo es una mentira como un camión. Porque hace falta una clase intensiva de econometría para geolocalizarte en un espacio en el que puedas gritar abiertamente: ¡Sí, estoy! Dudo que cualquier cartógrafo del tres al cuarto pueda llegar a resultados concluyentes sobre tu capacidad para ubicarte en el mundo.
De este resquemor contra el sistema preestablecido surge esta novela iniciática sobre un chico que, de pronto, se...more
“Yesterday I made a list of what I have and what I don’t have…
Every time I have looked at the list today, I’ve noticed that I have more than what I don’t have. I have 11 things. I lack 6 things. This ought to be a source of optimism.
But having read the list closely it has become clear to me that it is an altogether unbalanced and...more
As a tribute to the book, the list of things that used to excite me when I was a child...more
This is a brave book. Dialogue is just discarded for the most part. The unnamed narrator is almost anti-protagonist. He is a nice guy. There aren't many books purely about nice guys. There are, however, countless good works about nice guys battling against adversity. The interesting thing about Naive Super is that the adversity is the character's own doing. The adversity is his depression. Almost like a quarte...more
Like many of Coupland's characters, the anonymous narrator of Naïve.Super is a bright young guy from a comfortable background who sounds mildly depressed and feels that his life lacks meaning and direction.
The most remarkable thing I found in this novel is the lack of ego, and this is where the difference from similar writers is so apparent. Nowhere is there any discussion of status, fame or recog...more
I read this book in a time where I really needed to something to cheer me up, or at least to take my thoughts away from the dismal situation I was facing. And let me tell you, Naive. Super did that to an extend that made me quite sad when the book ended.
The premise of the novel is that a guy around my age just suddenly collapses in desperation and finds his life completely lacking of anything. He then takes this situation...more
Sydän. Tämä kirja oli lempparini yli kymmenen vuoden sitten, kun sen ensimmäistä kertaa luin ja nyt muistan taas miksi. Tämä kirja on niin sympaattinen ja ihana, että sen pariin olisi voinut jo aiemminkin palata. Erilaine...more
I skimmed some of it. A lot of it. Heck, most of it.
Maybe it's better in norwegian. I don't know. But I can tell that the english translation is less than perfect. And anyway, if you're not norwegian some parts of the st...more
It was the Norwegian philosopher, Arne Naess, who suffers from Alzheimers but taught me you can joke about it. Riding the train up to his mountain cabin he told the reporter that the beautif...more
+ read to get accustomed with new wave of Norwegian lit
+ story of withdrawal from society, of understanding one's way in the modern society
+ protagonist is a late bloomer, college student about to drop out, no plans, only a thorough misunderstanding of the why
+/- similar, but not as good as Goodnight Punpun by Inio Asano, many other Japanese manga about coming of age, The Glass Bead Game of Hermann Hesse, The Alchemist of Paulo Coelho... The competition is simply too good. But this one is a...more
بخشی از کتاب:
قیافه اش مثل من و شماست. کاملا معمولی است. به احتمال زیاد زن و بچه و خانه ای در حومه شهر دارد. سعی دارد هر کاری که انجام می دهد، بهترین باشد. با نگاهم ردش را دنبال می کنم؛ و توی این فکرم که؛ من تو را می بینم ولی تو تو نمی توانی من را ببینی. ما هرگز همدیگر را نخواهیم دید، ولی مطل...more
But it is still a brilliant little read. Simple, quick and easy, yet completely endearing.
We really are all the same, it's just a shame we don't seem to realise it.
In 1993 he debuted with the book Tatt av kvinnen, and a year later published a children's book, Fisken, about a forklift operator name...more
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-45 litres of water
-Enough chalk to whiten a chicken pen
-Enough phosphorus for 2,200 matches
-Enough fat to make approximately 70 bars of soap
-Enough iron to make a two inch nail
-Enough carbon for 9,000 pencil points
-A spoonful of magnesium
I weigh more than 70 kilograms.
And I remember a TV series called Cosmos. Carl Sagan would walk around on a set that was meant to look like space, speaking in large numbers. On one of the shows he sat in front of a tank full of all the substances human beings are made of. He stirred the tank with a stick wondering if he would be able to create life.
He didn’t succeed.