Szczerze? Ciężko mi się to czytało, musiałam odkładać przeklętą książkę od czasu do czasu aby napchać sobie twarz słodyczami. Pozstaną mi po tym blizn...moreSzczerze? Ciężko mi się to czytało, musiałam odkładać przeklętą książkę od czasu do czasu aby napchać sobie twarz słodyczami. Pozstaną mi po tym blizny emocjonalne na całe życie. Pan Saramago powinien mi za to poświęcenie fundnąć jakąś solidną terapię albo co.
To powiedziawszy, bardzo mi się podoba jego styl pisania, to już druga książka jego autorstwa która powaliła mnie na nogi. Na prawdę facet zasłużył na tego Nobla.
Podsumowując, to już oficjalne: nienawidzę literaturę dystopijną, mimo że mnie przyciąga, za to kocham wszytko spod pióra Saramago.(less)
Because, what's the point to these anecdotes? Are you trying to tell me something Mr. Sedaris? I think not. You think you're fun...more
That about sums it up.
Because, what's the point to these anecdotes? Are you trying to tell me something Mr. Sedaris? I think not. You think you're funny? Meh, not that funny. Special? You're not that special either. You're a writer, just another writer. What's the big deal?
As I said, I don't care much for your little stories. Seriously, my dear, I don't give a damn. (less)
Art, love and a terrorist attack. Sounds intriguing, doesn't it? I, certainly, approve of the juxtaposition - politicians and opera divas entrapped by...moreArt, love and a terrorist attack. Sounds intriguing, doesn't it? I, certainly, approve of the juxtaposition - politicians and opera divas entrapped by guerrilla fighters in a villa, in some undefined South American country, getting affected by the Stockholm syndrome by minute. Sadly it wasn't what I expected.
The opening sequence is captivating, but from then on, the plot becomes scarce and progresses forward at a speed of a glacier. The usual character build-up gets nowhere. As a result, characters' motives and behaviors remain largely unexplained throughout the novel, making it hard if not impossible to identify with any. And all further attempts at revealing what makes these individuals tick only skim the surface of their emotional life, leaving them seem cartoonish and flat. Consequently when both captors and prisoners have sudden revelations (Prompted by what exactly? Boredom? It's never fully explained...), we're told to trust their words and random declarations of love. Not all that satisfying, to tell you the truth. Shouldn't the author make me care for and believe the characters? Why am I asked to take that leap of faith. It's a lot to ask, if one's not a romantic at heart. But I'm ranting.
Back to Bel Canto. Towards the end the action picks up a little, FINALLY creating a moment of suspense. But even that fails miserably, as the outcome is predictable and delivered too abrupt. To top it all (Oh, why, Ann Tyler, why?!!) you're given a sappy and uninspiring epilogue. Why was this awarded an Orange Prize? I clearly must be missing something...
Looking back, I'm surprised I stuck with this book till the very end. Usually I have no qualms whatsoever about aborting a book. With Bel Canto, I was determined to persevere, to be able to count it towards one of the reading challenges. Bad judgement on my account, could have gone with some other book. (less)
Sick, disgusting and kinky but never boring. It certainly makes an impression. But if it were to be any longer I would start chucking off the stars. L...moreSick, disgusting and kinky but never boring. It certainly makes an impression. But if it were to be any longer I would start chucking off the stars. Lucky for Mr. Bataille that he kept the story short and writing up to standards. I'm sure if you try hard you could find some social commentary in there and a few metaphors, but it takes an effort to look beyond all the fetish and gore. Besides lewdness itself makes a point here.(less)