2.5 stars . Thomas Harris had ideas, but he was a very bad writer.
His writing style is unreadable to me . It's curtailed with extreme brevity, spra...more 2.5 stars . Thomas Harris had ideas, but he was a very bad writer.
His writing style is unreadable to me . It's curtailed with extreme brevity, sprayed with an excessive amount of dialogues as if he was writing a play, while sometimes he didn't say who said what, so it's confusing to me because I kept having to double back to the start of the conversation and see who speaks first, who speaks next.... Worst of all, almost every character had the same speaking style, in tedious tones, like this:
"He's right." "You could tell something about him or you wouldn't have found that fingerprint". "That was the evidence on the damn wall, Jack. Don't put me on this..." "Oh, we'll get him. You know we'll get him, don't you?" "I know it. One way or the other."
90% things go like this. Anytime the conversation turns to Will and his wife, Molly, I yawned. They basically repeated the same thing over and over like: How're you? I miss you. Tell Willy I love him... Will, come home. Yada, Yada. Bored me to tear.
The only interesting character is Francis Dolarhyde. God, and if you watch the movie version with Ralph Fiennes in it, he's a hottty! But basically, throughout the book, I was really disgusted by this guy, yet somehow still had a super, super, tiny amount of sympathy towards him. He had a very bad childhood and Harris explained his background quite well.
All the other characters are card-board cut out. What do Jack Crawford like? What's his weakness or what's his constant mood? No idea. What Dr. Alan Bloom like? No idea, either. They are just basically there to comment on the crime with scientific evidences like a wikipedia book.
In truth, this book had no emotion, just pure encyclopedia-detailed like about the case.
Thomas Harris isn't a writer. He is just a reporter.
RANT: I pick up this book to see Dr. Hannibal Lecter!!!! But Dr.Lecter is barely there . He had like a few little lines, and play a minor role in the case. His only shining moment is the greeting card he sent to Will Graham:
"Did you feel so bad because killing him feel so good? Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. Aren't we created in his image?"
Yeah, Dr.Lecter is awesome. I like the backplot with William Blake's painting The Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun, but Harris failed to truly captivate the sense or uniqueness of the picture, basically just put it there so it can serve as an alternate self or sexual/killing impetus to Francis. I really want to know more about the historic background, the color, the structure, the theme of the painting.
Sum up: This book's plot is terrific, with action, crime scenes, and killers, but the way the author told it made you feel like reading a huge encyclopedia. (less)
I am suffering from UTCETCLD or Unable To Control Emotion Typing Cap Locks...more OMYFREAKING>.......SBAIJSNKAJSKJHNSKJAHNSLKJNLSKJANSKJBNFHBJWHNLJWD!!!!!
I am suffering from UTCETCLD or Unable To Control Emotion Typing Cap Locks Disorder ever since I've heard of J.K.Rowling's new content about Harry Potter!!!!
This is my expression when I heard of this:
And my expression while I reading this:
But this is not enough!!! J.K.Rowling is teasing us again, giving only snapshots and outside observations through the lens of reporter Rita Skeeter. We don't know what is truly happening inside Harry's head :( And he got another scar... and maybe he's battling something dark and sinister and evil...! Please write another Harry Potter book!!!!!
J.K.Rowling, I love you. I shall forever look at you like this if you promise to write book 8!
Update: I've got SEVEN likes! SEVEN! That's a Harry Potter number! ayayayyayyaya!
Other than the spoiler above and a modicum of logic irregularities, Demian charmed me with its authentic sentimentality and insight into a teenage's emotion.
What I like about this book is its succinctness, brevity and philosophical ideals. Even though I am only a fifteen year old teenager and have not gone through the experience like that of Emil Sinclair, I comprehend the anguish struggle of two modes fluctuate in his mind: good vs evil, dreams vs reality, societal expectations vs individuality. In the end, one thing completely makes sense though: The Mark of Cain or Sinclair's acceptance of his own peculiarity - that he, unlike a lot of people, is trapped temporarily in the continual search for his passion, and cannot be satisfied by common means. He must learn to embrace his differences, instead of trying to assimilate. And most important of all, he must find his own law, his own identity, his own true self, rather than follow what society has placed upon him. This road is solitary, and exceptionally lonely, and will be hard, but it is a necessary road.
"Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them."
Nietzsche's ideology: a true man seeks his own individuality, he creates his own law on his experience and circumstances. He is not a copycat mode of others, he does not blindly obey laws just for the sake of social acceptance, nor should he accept good vs evil traditionally as society has divided it.
"The things we see are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself."
Additionally, Hesse's writing about the confusion of sexuality, forbidden relationship, and what Yeats called as "the drowned ceremony of innocence" is perfect. We are breaking away from the idealistic world of childhood - as a little kid, all we care about is food and toys and fun things. We are ultimately innocent, protected in the arms of our parents, our school, our teachers, who fill in our head about how beautiful the world is and as long as we follow their advice, evil cannot encroach us.
But as we grow up, we realize that things are not divided as we thought it is. There isn't a separated "light world" like our home, civility and the politeness we experience, there isn't a separated "dark world" like bars, ugly places and sexual urges. Two world constantly embedded in our body, now and then, we suppress one and let loose the others too much . We feel guilty, we feel disturbed like Emil Sinclair. However, we shouldn't be afraid of ourselves: we can live in both world and control it and understand it, not sweep under the rug like Emil's parents and his pastors do.
"Sooner or later each of us must take the step that separates him from his father, from his mentors; each of us must have some cruelly lonely experience – even if most people cannot take much of this and soon crawl back" .
In the end, this book is some sort of revelation about the loneliness and the experience of being different and trying to understand the self, objectively isolate the mind from the world to completely understand our desires and happiness. The process is horrendous, but it will be fulfilling.
(view spoiler)[ I'm glad I steal this book from the school's library. Please, don't contact the principal. I will return it at my senior year :D (hide spoiler)]
I understand that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood tha...more I understand that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly - as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink by blink.
Have you ever feel that life is absolutely meaningless? The struggles you are facing - money, college, family problems, friends, relationships, shits and fuckeries, are all mere accidents produced by misunderstandings between people and random chances? Have you ever convince yourself that you don't give a shit when people decrease your self-esteem and comment snidely about your hair whatsoever? Yet even though these struggles and discrimination are meaningless - because well hey, we are all going to fade into dusts anyway, who cares what our hair looks like - we are still depressed and gnawed by it. There seem to be a thirst, a desire in human to create a meaning out of this pointless existence, a desire for hope (even went so far as fabricating up false hope when none exists), a desire for self-revolution and infinite capacity to do good. This theme plagued Grendel.
As a monster, Grendel was an outcast in the society of men. He tried to communicate to them, to smile at them, to help them - his intentions were originally innocuous (Resemble that of ours when we are little children), but men pushed him away because of his differences .
Then he realized men are so cruel, they wage war against their own kin, they slept and cheat on women, they sing of great deeds of which they never actually do- "no wolf was so vicious to other wolves". He felt enraged. Are Gods real? if they are real why they create death and diseases? what's the point of universal creation only to inflict pain? should we pretend that life has a meaning or accept that it doesn't? This is pretty sophisticated for a monster [ lol, I would definitely adopt him as a pet ], but sadly, Grendel descended to the road of evil, galvanized by nihilistic ideology and his simplistic viewpoint of men. Out of isolation and madness, Grendel started to ravage, kill, murder. Out of this purposeless existence, he became a monster, formed his own identity, adopted the role of evil, because he can't be good, because biologically he was born for murder, because he is had anguish to join mankind but it wasn't fulfill. He used purposelessness as a justification of harm. He savages society for its imperfection, but failed to realize the importance of acceptance, rebirth and creation.
Then Beowulf arrived [epic music].
"Sing walls" Beowulf said, as he smashed Grendel's head into the walls .This puzzles me at first - like hello, I never see an action movie where the hero makes the monster sings before he kills him .
But in his letter, Gardner explains its metaphor:
"What Beowulf says, in effect, is this: one looks at the world--bangs one's head against it--and one has two choices, to accept it as it is or to transform it, shake it to life by imagination. ("Sing walls," Beowulf says. He means, of course, not just the wall Grendel's head has just banged but all life's walls--the walls which lock us away from other people, finally the great walls birth and death.) Grendel has asserted a dead, mechanistic world of brute accident; but by the accident of meeting Beowulf he's forced to discover how accident can be turned into a good, how imagination can reshape and ultimately improve the world--at least for the lifespan of a given civilization."
Grendel seems to understand this at he stands on the edge of the cliff - Is it joy I'm feeling? and launched himself into the abyss. He welcomed death as a relief from a hellish, lonely existence.
This is why this motherfucking book deserves zillion stars!!!!!