I don't like essays and usually I keep me away from them. But Kurt Vonnegut is first of all a man I've admired and envied so much. That's why I was reaI don't like essays and usually I keep me away from them. But Kurt Vonnegut is first of all a man I've admired and envied so much. That's why I was really curious to read his latest opinions on this post Semptember 11 world.
He hasn't disappointed my expectations. I guess Vonnegut would be able to interest me even writing about trigonometry, but what comes out from this short essay is once again his peculiarity as a man full of personal and original thoughts.
The title itself of the essay has made me think to the concept of Granfalloon which is expressed in "Cat's cradle". What does it mean? It's pretty easy if you know Bokononism: a Granfalloon is a false Karass. If you're not familiar whith The Book of Bokonon you just have to know that a Karass is an association of people in the world who have something in common, who independently from each other work for a same goal, sharing a similar fate. Countries, like the US, are Granfalloon because they pretend to create a common identity among people putting them under the same flag, the same language, the same laws and so on.
Kurt Vonnegut has no country, he's proud to consider himself a stateless person. What Vonnegut writes here is sharpened, objective and wise a hundred times more than every movie Michael Moore will ever do.
I've bought this book without having ever heard of it. I was looking for a Martin Amis book, but I wasn't able to find it in the bookshop. Turning myI've bought this book without having ever heard of it. I was looking for a Martin Amis book, but I wasn't able to find it in the bookshop. Turning my eyes from left to right and from right to left, I've seen Paul Auster - Music of chance. I just knew the name of the author and I must say that the title has made me pretty curious.
Considering that my expectations on it were extremely vague, I haven't been disappointed by this novel. Auster knows how to write and albeit I don't like poker I've been able to read without difficulties a book in which that card game plays a key role in the plot.
Then my career as a merciless gambler began, but this is another story...
When I was a young dumb teenager unaware of the complexity of the whole world, one of the hit songs I use to listen again and again and once more on aWhen I was a young dumb teenager unaware of the complexity of the whole world, one of the hit songs I use to listen again and again and once more on a self recorded tape was "I wish I could fly" by Roxette. Ehm.
Have you noticed that "When I was a young dumb etc." at the beginning of the sentence? Please do it. Thanks.
This novel speaks about flying. This novel speaks about the hard training that a depaupered American child have to do to become a new kind of Barnum phenomenon at the service of a weird hasidic-like man in the pre Great Depression US. In my opinion, it's not all that coincidence the flying child comes from St.Louis (a homage to Charles Lindbergh's plane). My dear Paul Auster, may I tell this?
When I was in my early twenties, aware of the complexity of the feminine's world, one of the indie songs I use to listen again and again and once more was an illegally downloaded mp3 of "Walking on the water" by Motorpsycho. Amen.
This novel speaks about walking on the water as well. Yet, you don't have to be better than Jesus to read it. The only useful tip I can give you is to don't follow the Auster Technique if you're really interested in walking across that big lake back on the corner you see from your window.
This is my favourite novel by Bellow. I've read it while I was at the university instead of studying to pass brilliantly one of the fundamental exams oThis is my favourite novel by Bellow. I've read it while I was at the university instead of studying to pass brilliantly one of the fundamental exams on semiotic we had.
I think I've done a good choice.
Bellow abandons Chicago and the US for a while in The Dean's December making a vivid and powerful portrait of Romania during the most difficult years of its isolation behind the Iron Curtain. It doesn't seem a description which aims to criticize or demonize communism. This novel looks like an objective view on a foreign land, on a different planet.
Bellow has never been so focused on a concrete, tangible and specific plot, without renouncing to his elegance in writing.
According to the official version, John Kennedy Toole wrote this novel when he was 15 years old.
Then he decided to bury the original manuscript of "TAccording to the official version, John Kennedy Toole wrote this novel when he was 15 years old.
Then he decided to bury the original manuscript of "The Neon Bible" in a drawer considering it too juvenile and immature to have any chance to be published.
Twenty years later, Toole's mother opened that drawer.
The novelist had just obtained success with "A Confederacy of Dunces", thanks to the determination of a small editor who published that novel after a dozen refusals.
Unfortunately Toole's honours were posthumous, in fact the writer had committed suicide a few years before without even trying to send his last manuscript to a publishing firm.
Once again, it was his mother who decided for him.
But let's return to The Neon Bible. This book is good, but it becomes an astonishing work of genius if we think that the pen behind it is the one of a young boy. There are moments in which John Kennedy Toole looks like an early master of literature. A good example could be the sublime description of an American Preacher speech, one of those Midwest Messiahs who encourage masses of villains to believe in God's sake, calling them sinners and pagans.
And the way in which Toole puts himself in the shoes of the main character of the novel is great. When I discovered the novelist had more or less the same age of the protagonist when he wrote this novel I simply couldn't believe it.
I had just read "In Cold Blood" appreciating it a lot and I was looking for other Truman Capote's books in the huge library of my parents. There I'veI had just read "In Cold Blood" appreciating it a lot and I was looking for other Truman Capote's books in the huge library of my parents. There I've found this novel.
When I've begun "Other Voices, Other Rooms" I was optimistic about it, but I've lost this sensation pretty soon. We're talking about a novel which seems to aim too high for its novelist possibilities. This book has remembered me a lot the Nabokov obsession for detailed descriptions of every apparently meaningless thing.
The same fact that I'm not able to remember properly what happens in this novel, is not a good sign. On the opposite side what it comes to me when I think to Other Voices Other Rooms is just sweat....more
I don't understand anything about baseball. I just know that there's someone who throws a ball and another one who tries to hit it with a bat. Behind tI don't understand anything about baseball. I just know that there's someone who throws a ball and another one who tries to hit it with a bat. Behind the guy with a bat there's a third man with a helmet. And that's all, of course, ignoring that there are members of two teams in the pitch with those typical baseball caps.
I don't understand anyting about baseball, yes. Well, this novel speaks about the adventures of a baseball ball, a famous one. All the owners of the precious ball are like the cracks of the bat during a baseball match: similar and different at the same time. Each of them is like a part of this american mosaic called Underworld.