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Tanrı Olmak İsteyen Otobüs Şoförü
Prensip sahibi olduğundan otobüsünü asla bekletmeyen bir şoför, Interpol’ün peşine düştüğü küçük bir kız kılığına girmiş bir cüce, cehennem kapısındaki küçük delikten yakınlardaki bir kasabaya inen insanlar, sadece intihar edenlerin gittiği ve içinde yaşadığımızdan pek farkı olmayan sıkıcı bir öbür dünya, merhamet sahibi bir tetikçi ve merhametsiz bir Tanrı… Keret’in dünyası hareketi, oyunbazlığı ve hayalle gerçeği incelikle kaynaştırmasıyla benzersiz bir okuma tecrübesi sunuyor. Günümüz insanının hayatının sıradan kesitlerini zarif dokunuşlarla bileyerek gerçekliğin sınırlarını yeniden tanımlayan bu ironi ve mizah yüklü, keskin öyküler sayfalara sığmamaya, okuyanların zihinlerine kancalar atmaya fena halde niyetli.
152 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2001
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Etgar Keret
135 books2,433 followersBorn in Ramat Gan in 1967, Etgar Keret is a leading voice in Israeli literature and film. His books have been published in over four dozen languages and his writing has appeared in The New York Times, Le Monde and The New Yorker, among others. His awards include the Cannes Film Festival's "Caméra d'Or" (2007), the Charles Bronfman Prize (2016) and the prestigious Sapir Prize (2018). Over a hundred short films and several feature films have been based on his stories. Keret teaches creative writing at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev. Since 2021, he has been publishing the weekly newsletter "Alphabet Soup" on Substack.
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August 2, 2018
A collection of Jewish, Israeli and surreal short stories sounded just like my kind of thing. Etgar Keret's The Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God & Other Stories stings and thrills with fierce fables of modern life. And I had no idea going into this, but it turned out that I was already familiar with the author's writing from school back when we'd read "Breaking the Pig." So when I stumbled upon said short story in here, I was beyond joyful to have everything come back.
The author, without a doubt, knows his stuff. Brief, intense, painfully funny, and shockingly honest, Keret's stories are snapshots that illuminate with intelligence and wit the hidden truths of life. From having a shitty angel friend (“That’s when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn’t even an angel, just a liar with wings.”) to joining the circus to Holocaust Memorial Day to someone's struggle with their compulsive good-heartedness, these swift tales captivated me and reminded me of everything I know and everything I still don't.
With all that I loved, however, I still think I made a mistake deciding to read the English translation of this collection because it kind of made the writing lose a bit of its magic. From what I recall of reading Keret in school, his humor is better conveyed in the original language. And I just kept thinking throughout that I should’ve read this in Hebrew.
But on a more positive note, I cherished it immensely when strong emotions where evoked out of me while reading. I laughed, raged, rolled my eyes and connected with so many stories and little moments within them.
Moments such as capturing the love we feel for home-cooked meals:
“There’s something nice about home cooking. I mean, it’s hard to explain, but there’s something special about it, a feeling. As if your stomach can figure out that it’s food you didn’t have to pay for, that someone actually made it out of love. ”
To feeling that palpable rage against Nazi German bastards, especially on Holocaust Memorial Day:
“Then an old skinny man got on the stage and told us what bastards and murderers the Nazis were and how he took revenge on them, and even strangled a soldier with his own hands until he died. Jerby, who was sitting next to me, said the old man was lying; the way he looks, there’s no way he can make any soldier bite the dust. But I looked the old man in the eye and believed him. He had so much anger in his eyes, that all the violent rage of iron-pumping hoods I’ve seen seemed like small change in comparison.”
“Finally, when he finished telling us what he had done during the Holocaust, the old man said that what we had just heard was relevant not only to the past but also for what goes on now, because the Germans still exist and still have a state. He said he was never going to forgive them, and that he hoped we, too, would never ever go visit their country. Because when he went with his parents to Germany fifty years ago everything looked nice, but it ended in hell. People have short memories, he said, especially when bad things are concerned. People tend to forget, he said, but you won’t forget. Every time you see a German, you’ll remember what I told you. Every time you see German products, be it television (since most televisions here are made by German manufacturers) or anything else, you’ll always remember that underneath the elegant wrapping are hidden parts and tubes made of bones and skin and flesh of dead Jews.”
And then wrapping the collection up with a good ol' case of tragicomedy when a man is fed up of being compared his whole life to another “Just like me, only a tiny bit better”:
“We’re about to land, sir. I insist you return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt, like . . .” True, she went on to say “like all the other passengers,” but what I saw in her eyes was Katzenstein. I pushed down on the lever and forced the door open with my shoulder. I was perfectly calm as I was sucked out, leaving all hell behind me.
Suicide is still considered a dreadful sin in the Afterlife. I begged them to try and understand, but they wouldn’t listen. As they were dragging me to Hell, there was Katzenstein. Him and the other passengers, waving at me through the window of the tour bus that was taking them to Heaven. The plane had crashed as it hit the ground, about fifteen minutes after I’d bailed out. A rare malfunction. One in a million. If only I’d stuck it out in my seat another few seconds, like all the other passengers. Like Katzenstein.”
All in all: These stories were real and vulgar and undeniably sincere. I can't wait to read more of Keret's writing in the near future.
3.5/5 stars
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The author, without a doubt, knows his stuff. Brief, intense, painfully funny, and shockingly honest, Keret's stories are snapshots that illuminate with intelligence and wit the hidden truths of life. From having a shitty angel friend (“That’s when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn’t even an angel, just a liar with wings.”) to joining the circus to Holocaust Memorial Day to someone's struggle with their compulsive good-heartedness, these swift tales captivated me and reminded me of everything I know and everything I still don't.
With all that I loved, however, I still think I made a mistake deciding to read the English translation of this collection because it kind of made the writing lose a bit of its magic. From what I recall of reading Keret in school, his humor is better conveyed in the original language. And I just kept thinking throughout that I should’ve read this in Hebrew.
But on a more positive note, I cherished it immensely when strong emotions where evoked out of me while reading. I laughed, raged, rolled my eyes and connected with so many stories and little moments within them.
Moments such as capturing the love we feel for home-cooked meals:
“There’s something nice about home cooking. I mean, it’s hard to explain, but there’s something special about it, a feeling. As if your stomach can figure out that it’s food you didn’t have to pay for, that someone actually made it out of love. ”
To feeling that palpable rage against Nazi German bastards, especially on Holocaust Memorial Day:
“Then an old skinny man got on the stage and told us what bastards and murderers the Nazis were and how he took revenge on them, and even strangled a soldier with his own hands until he died. Jerby, who was sitting next to me, said the old man was lying; the way he looks, there’s no way he can make any soldier bite the dust. But I looked the old man in the eye and believed him. He had so much anger in his eyes, that all the violent rage of iron-pumping hoods I’ve seen seemed like small change in comparison.”
“Finally, when he finished telling us what he had done during the Holocaust, the old man said that what we had just heard was relevant not only to the past but also for what goes on now, because the Germans still exist and still have a state. He said he was never going to forgive them, and that he hoped we, too, would never ever go visit their country. Because when he went with his parents to Germany fifty years ago everything looked nice, but it ended in hell. People have short memories, he said, especially when bad things are concerned. People tend to forget, he said, but you won’t forget. Every time you see a German, you’ll remember what I told you. Every time you see German products, be it television (since most televisions here are made by German manufacturers) or anything else, you’ll always remember that underneath the elegant wrapping are hidden parts and tubes made of bones and skin and flesh of dead Jews.”
And then wrapping the collection up with a good ol' case of tragicomedy when a man is fed up of being compared his whole life to another “Just like me, only a tiny bit better”:
“We’re about to land, sir. I insist you return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt, like . . .” True, she went on to say “like all the other passengers,” but what I saw in her eyes was Katzenstein. I pushed down on the lever and forced the door open with my shoulder. I was perfectly calm as I was sucked out, leaving all hell behind me.
Suicide is still considered a dreadful sin in the Afterlife. I begged them to try and understand, but they wouldn’t listen. As they were dragging me to Hell, there was Katzenstein. Him and the other passengers, waving at me through the window of the tour bus that was taking them to Heaven. The plane had crashed as it hit the ground, about fifteen minutes after I’d bailed out. A rare malfunction. One in a million. If only I’d stuck it out in my seat another few seconds, like all the other passengers. Like Katzenstein.”
All in all: These stories were real and vulgar and undeniably sincere. I can't wait to read more of Keret's writing in the near future.
3.5/5 stars
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July 5, 2018
Kısa kısa öykülerin içinde sade bir dille anlatılan kimi zaman şaşırtıcı çoğu zaman düşündürücü hikayeler. "Yeraltı" edebiyatı ile düşünsel bir denemenin tam ortasında şekillenen espirili, komik çıkarımlar. Düne ve bugüne atılan taşlar. İsrailli bir yazardan İsrail'e, Musevililiğe, Araplara dair toplumsal ve kişisel eleştiriler. Dilini özellikle beğendim. Fakat konunun bir noktada sıkıştığını düşünüyorum. Özellikle son bölümdeki uzun anlatı. Kendinden evvel anlatılan öykülerden çok farklı, başka bir düzlem ve amaca sahip. Ve açıkcası kimi zaman o amacı okuyucu kaybediyor. Çıkmaz bir yol gibi. Etgar Keret ilginç bir yazar. İlerde başka eserlerini okumak isteyebilirim. Not ettim :)
December 23, 2019
"İki tür insan vardır, duvar yanında uyuyanlar ve onları yataktan aşağı iten birinin yanında uyuyanlar."
Aaa beklediğimin çok dışında bir şey okudum. Çok farklı bir kitap, bir sürü kısa öykü ve değişik konular.
✌🏻
Aaa beklediğimin çok dışında bir şey okudum. Çok farklı bir kitap, bir sürü kısa öykü ve değişik konular.
✌🏻
July 5, 2008
I don't think that this book should be read in one or two sittings. Reading these very short stories one right after another starts to take something away from the stories. Since most of the stories are only a couple of pages long, there is only so many times in a short period of time when I could enjoy ironic twists. I wanted to throw myself on the ground and beg for no more irony.
January 17, 2020
Ho comprato questo libro di Etgar Keret grazie ad un festival estivo in cui era stato invitato, per la proiezione di un film tratto da un suo racconto " Il centro vacanze di Kneller" --->
Wristcutters
Piccola parentesi cinematografica :è un piccolo film indipendente che mi ha piacevolmente sorpreso... notevole la colonna sonora - Tom Waits, Joy Division, Gogol Bordello
- i Gogol Bordello !-
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=K6nPXjo...#
e bel cast (bravo Tom Waits anche attore) Mi è piaciuto molto il taglio fresco,ironico e poetico della storia ( c'è maggiore coerenza della trama narrativa rispetto al racconto !) Chiusa parentesi , torniamo al libro .
La raccolta parte bene e poi boh... si perde un po', comunque
3 stelle e mezzo nel complesso ,i miei preferiti Colla pazza e Asma
un assaggio :)
Asma
Quando hai un attacco d’asma, ti manca il respiro. Quando ti manca il respiro, fai fatica a parlare. La frase ti rimane bloccata in gola a causa della quantità d’aria limitata che riesci a espellere dai polmoni. Non riesci a dire molto, tra le tre e le sei parole. Questo ti porta a provare rispetto per la parola. Te ne vengono in mente un sacco, di parole. Scegli le più importanti, ma anche pronunciare quelle ti costa molto. Non è come per la gente sana che butta lì tutto quello che le viene in mente come se fosse spazzatura. Quando qualcuno dice “ti amo” durante un attacco d’asma, la cosa è ben diversa. C’è una bella differenza. La differenza di una parola. E una parola è moltissimo perché quella potrebbe essere “sedersi”, “ventolin” o persino “ambulanza”.
Eh già c'è una bella differenza!
(e anche senza Ventolin)
Wristcutters
Piccola parentesi cinematografica :è un piccolo film indipendente che mi ha piacevolmente sorpreso... notevole la colonna sonora - Tom Waits, Joy Division, Gogol Bordello
- i Gogol Bordello !-
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=K6nPXjo...#
e bel cast (bravo Tom Waits anche attore) Mi è piaciuto molto il taglio fresco,ironico e poetico della storia ( c'è maggiore coerenza della trama narrativa rispetto al racconto !) Chiusa parentesi , torniamo al libro .
La raccolta parte bene e poi boh... si perde un po', comunque
3 stelle e mezzo nel complesso ,i miei preferiti Colla pazza e Asma
un assaggio :)
Asma
Quando hai un attacco d’asma, ti manca il respiro. Quando ti manca il respiro, fai fatica a parlare. La frase ti rimane bloccata in gola a causa della quantità d’aria limitata che riesci a espellere dai polmoni. Non riesci a dire molto, tra le tre e le sei parole. Questo ti porta a provare rispetto per la parola. Te ne vengono in mente un sacco, di parole. Scegli le più importanti, ma anche pronunciare quelle ti costa molto. Non è come per la gente sana che butta lì tutto quello che le viene in mente come se fosse spazzatura. Quando qualcuno dice “ti amo” durante un attacco d’asma, la cosa è ben diversa. C’è una bella differenza. La differenza di una parola. E una parola è moltissimo perché quella potrebbe essere “sedersi”, “ventolin” o persino “ambulanza”.
Eh già c'è una bella differenza!
(e anche senza Ventolin)
October 4, 2013
Sıradışı öyküler peşindeydim. Bir gün yeni tanıştığım ve ileride arkadaşlığımızın devam edeceğine inandığım @SapanAlaybozan bana bu kitabı hediye etti. Daha önce hiç İsrail'li bir yazardan okumamıştım. Kültür farkı satırlarda hissediliyor. Kitaba adını da veren ilk öyküsünü okuduktan sonra diğer öyküleri de merak ettim. Acayip bir kafası var bence Etgar Keret'in. Hayal gücü iyi çalışıyor. Fabrika gibi aynı. O fabrikadan çıkan birbirinden enteresan öyküler var kitapta. İkinci en sevdiğim öykü,'Domuzu Kırmak'. Domuz şeklindeki kumbarayla çocuğun dostluğu çocukken bir bankanın hediyesi pembe dinozor şeklindeki kumbaramı hatırlattı. Bir türlü dolamazdı o kumbara... Diğer öykü de Kneller'in Mutlu Kampı. Yazarın yarattığı dünya o kadar net ki alışılmış bir atmosferde gibi hissediyor insan. Bunda sanırım daha önce bu öykünün filmini izlemiş olmamın da iyi ve kötü yönde katkısı oldu. Filmin kitaba ne kadar bağlı kaldığını gördüm.( http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477139/ )Her ne kadar ismini değiştirmiş olsalar da içerik paralel gidiyor. Farklı dünyaların ilginç karakterleriyle buluşmak için güzel bir fırsat Tanrı Olmak İsteyen Otobüs şoförü. Hediye eden dostum @SapanAlaybozan'a bir kez daha teşekkürler.
July 13, 2015
Wristcutters bu kitaptaymış son öykü olarak koymuşlar, güzel sürpriz oldu bana. Onun dışında Etgar bey bildiğiniz gibi.
November 13, 2012
Another fabulous collection of warped and wonderful short stories from Israel.
As I mentioned on my review of Suddenly a Knock on the Door Etgar Keret writes stories unlike anybody else, stories that are often strange and slightly fantastical, funny, dark, impressive and affecting and this collection is no different in that respect.
That collection is one of the best books I've read in 2012 and so when Leah brought home a tattered and spine broken copy of this one, found thrown away by a careless reader, I was over the moon. Discovering that it also included the novella 'Knellers Happy Campers' was the cherry on top. Knellers is the book that the beautiful offbeat indie movie Wristcutters: A Love Story was based on and I've been intrigued by the original story from the moment I saw the film.
Amongst the consistently great stuff contained in this collection the standout short stories for me were Breaking The Pig and Shoes, two utterly charming stories that understand, and have a great affection for, the vagaries of the human mind and human bahaviour, with their magical realism they encapsulate the ouevre of Keret so completely.
The main event was a slight letdown after the movie and the long wait to read the story; Knellers is essentially a Keret style short story extended to 60 pages, so it is warped and wonderful and charming and funny and with a message but it also lacks some of the beauty and joy of the movie which is most definitely not a Keret movie.
As a complete work this collection is not as enjoyable or complete as his later work but as an example of a great talents early work it is remarkable with plenty to recommend.
As I mentioned on my review of Suddenly a Knock on the Door Etgar Keret writes stories unlike anybody else, stories that are often strange and slightly fantastical, funny, dark, impressive and affecting and this collection is no different in that respect.
That collection is one of the best books I've read in 2012 and so when Leah brought home a tattered and spine broken copy of this one, found thrown away by a careless reader, I was over the moon. Discovering that it also included the novella 'Knellers Happy Campers' was the cherry on top. Knellers is the book that the beautiful offbeat indie movie Wristcutters: A Love Story was based on and I've been intrigued by the original story from the moment I saw the film.
Amongst the consistently great stuff contained in this collection the standout short stories for me were Breaking The Pig and Shoes, two utterly charming stories that understand, and have a great affection for, the vagaries of the human mind and human bahaviour, with their magical realism they encapsulate the ouevre of Keret so completely.
The main event was a slight letdown after the movie and the long wait to read the story; Knellers is essentially a Keret style short story extended to 60 pages, so it is warped and wonderful and charming and funny and with a message but it also lacks some of the beauty and joy of the movie which is most definitely not a Keret movie.
As a complete work this collection is not as enjoyable or complete as his later work but as an example of a great talents early work it is remarkable with plenty to recommend.
September 30, 2019
"Babam bana Bart Simpson bebeği almıyor. Annem kabul etti aslında, ama babam beni fazla şımarttıklarını söyledi. 'Neden alalım, söyler misin?' diye sordu anneme. 'Biraz mızıldandı mı hemen pes ediyorsun.' Babam paranın kıymetini bilmediğimi düşünüyordu, bunu küçük yaşta öğrenmezsem ne zaman öğrenecektim? Ebeveynlerinin Bart Simpson bebeği satın aldıkları çocukları kısa sürede şekerci dükkanından şeker çalan serserilere dönüşüyorlardı; çünkü her istediklerini kolay elde etmeye alışıktılar. Bu yüzden babam bana Bart Simpson bebeği yerine sırtında bir yarık bulunan porselen çirkin bir domuz satın aldı; böylece sağlıklı büyüyecektim, serseri olmayacaktım." 29
"'Çok gençken bile ailenin bir bitki gibi olduğunu biliyordum. Kökünden ayırırsan solar. Yolarsan ölür. Ama toprağında büyümesine izin verirsen tanrıların gazabına da dayanır, rüzgara da. Toprakla birlikte doğar ve toprak yaşadıkça o da yaşar.'" 60
"'Çok gençken bile ailenin bir bitki gibi olduğunu biliyordum. Kökünden ayırırsan solar. Yolarsan ölür. Ama toprağında büyümesine izin verirsen tanrıların gazabına da dayanır, rüzgara da. Toprakla birlikte doğar ve toprak yaşadıkça o da yaşar.'" 60
February 24, 2023
Има някои бисери сред тези разкази, например "Приспивна песен за времето", "Тръби", "Щуро лепило". Всички са малко или повече абрурдни, което е приятно, но на малки дози - книгата не е за едно сядане. Но почти навсякъде личи неопитният писател - психологическата дълбочина е рядкост, усеща се младежкият възторг от ефектните обрати, които са самоцел на много места. Но личи и спопсобността за дълбоко чувстване на живота и неумолимите му закони. Предполагам, че по-късните сборници на Керет предлагат повече храна за читателя.
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January 19, 2022İsrail edebiyatından kısa ancak dopdolu öyküler. Avi Pardo çeviriyorsa güzeldir dedim, yanılmadım.
January 9, 2019
Okuduğum en sıra dışı öyküler. Bu zamana kadar öykü kitaplarıyla aram iyi olmamasına rağmen alışmaya hatta sevmeye başladığımı hissediyorum. Domuzu Kırmak ve Kneller’in Mutlu Kampı öyküleri ise bu kitaptaki favorilerim. Okurken fark ettiğim bir şey daha var ki, yıllar önce izleyip çok beğendiğim Wriscutters: A Love Story de Etgar Keret’in Kneller’in Mutlu Kampı adlı öyküsündem uyarlamaymış. İzlemediyseniz ona da bir bakın derim.
July 21, 2015
Този сборник най-малко ми хареса от четирите прочетени досега. Ето в такъв ред приблизително са всичките за мен (предстои ми петият).
„Асамтой“
„Момичето на хладилника“
„Изведнъж на вратата се чука“
„Автобусният шофьор, който искаше да бъде бог“
Малко е странно странични неща да са ми любими от тази книга, но бях приятно изненада.
- откакто „познавам“ Етгар Керет, се питам какво мисли прелюбимият ми Амос Оз за разказите на Етгар.
„Разказите на Етгар Керет са свирепи, забавни, пълни с енергия и въображение – и в същото време често са дълбоки, трагични и силно разтърсващи.“ (на задната корица)
- думата на прелюбимия ми Салман Рушди тежи като олово, но няколко пъти се е случвало да похвали книги, които не харесвам особено. Сега съвпадение.
„Блестящ писател… напълно различен от всичко, което познавам. Гласът на следващото поколение.“
- още на 13 стр. се почувствах от една кръвна група със самия Керет, щом се споменава „моят“ Кийт Джарет, дори да е в половин изречение…
„Ще пуснат диск на Кийт Джарет и всички ще слушат; ще сложат плоча и никой няма да се натъжи.“
Все пак ми се струва, че това е „най-дарк“ книгата на Керет (не че по принцип изобщо не харесвам такива). Казарми, оръжия, побоища, убийства, изтрещявания, самоубийства, младежка изгубеност, Ад, Мосад… Изглежда искам повече „добряшки“ разкази като в другите сборници, а от тук - като „Щуро лепило“, „Автобусният шофьор, който искаше да бъде бог“, „Честит рожден ден“. Нежно-горчиво-фантазийните като „Нищо“, „Ярки цветове“, „Хранителната стойност на сънищата“ също ми допадат (последният само ми беше някак познат). Харесаха ми и „Тротоари“, „Митология“, „Нощта, в която автобусите умряха“, „Тръби“, „Нечовеци“, „Гъливер на исландски“.
„- Шоши, извинявай, че те нарекох лъжец. Наистина имало такива зайци. И че те убих извинявай.
- Не се коси – рече Шоши. – То всички изтрещяхме.
Меир продължаваше да трепери.“
Този път не ми беше забавно както с другите сборници. И тъжното не ми беше приятно, както парадоксално ми се случваше с другите книги на Керет. В тях дори на стряскащите истории пак ми беше уютно по някакъв начин. Сега усещах като плашещ трион чувството от десетилетията немир по тези земи, концентрираната беизходица с марка „Близък Изток“. Не е изненадващо, след като в интервю с Керет чух приблизително следното:
„Тук почти всеки е убивал някого или някой от семейството му е бил убит.“
А буквално в книгата ето как стоят нещата (дано не прозвучи едностранчиво и фанатично този откъс, ще кажа детинското – Керет не е такъв човек. ;) И отново отбелязвам българската „дясна ръка“ на Керет - Милена Варзоновцева).
„- Не съм параноясал. Не схващаш ли? Тия всичките са араби.
- И какво като са араби? – попитах аз.
- Как „какво“? Не знам. Араби, самоубийства – това не те ли психясва, поне малко? А ако разберат, че сме израелци?
- Ами сигурно пак ще ни убият. Ни се ли сещаш, че им е през оная работа какви сме. Те са мъртви. Ние сме мъртви. Финита ла комедия.
- Не знам – измърмори Гелфанд. – Не обичам араби. Не е заради политиката. Нещо етническо е.
- Абе, Узи, не си ли и без това достатъчно прецакан, че да бъдеш и расист?
- Не съм расист – смути се Гелфанд. – Аз просто… Знаеш ли какво? Може и наистина да съм малко расист. Но само малко.“
„Асамтой“
„Момичето на хладилника“
„Изведнъж на вратата се чука“
„Автобусният шофьор, който искаше да бъде бог“
Малко е странно странични неща да са ми любими от тази книга, но бях приятно изненада.
- откакто „познавам“ Етгар Керет, се питам какво мисли прелюбимият ми Амос Оз за разказите на Етгар.
„Разказите на Етгар Керет са свирепи, забавни, пълни с енергия и въображение – и в същото време често са дълбоки, трагични и силно разтърсващи.“ (на задната корица)
- думата на прелюбимия ми Салман Рушди тежи като олово, но няколко пъти се е случвало да похвали книги, които не харесвам особено. Сега съвпадение.
„Блестящ писател… напълно различен от всичко, което познавам. Гласът на следващото поколение.“
- още на 13 стр. се почувствах от една кръвна група със самия Керет, щом се споменава „моят“ Кийт Джарет, дори да е в половин изречение…
„Ще пуснат диск на Кийт Джарет и всички ще слушат; ще сложат плоча и никой няма да се натъжи.“
Все пак ми се струва, че това е „най-дарк“ книгата на Керет (не че по принцип изобщо не харесвам такива). Казарми, оръжия, побоища, убийства, изтрещявания, самоубийства, младежка изгубеност, Ад, Мосад… Изглежда искам повече „добряшки“ разкази като в другите сборници, а от тук - като „Щуро лепило“, „Автобусният шофьор, който искаше да бъде бог“, „Честит рожден ден“. Нежно-горчиво-фантазийните като „Нищо“, „Ярки цветове“, „Хранителната стойност на сънищата“ също ми допадат (последният само ми беше някак познат). Харесаха ми и „Тротоари“, „Митология“, „Нощта, в която автобусите умряха“, „Тръби“, „Нечовеци“, „Гъливер на исландски“.
„- Шоши, извинявай, че те нарекох лъжец. Наистина имало такива зайци. И че те убих извинявай.
- Не се коси – рече Шоши. – То всички изтрещяхме.
Меир продължаваше да трепери.“
Този път не ми беше забавно както с другите сборници. И тъжното не ми беше приятно, както парадоксално ми се случваше с другите книги на Керет. В тях дори на стряскащите истории пак ми беше уютно по някакъв начин. Сега усещах като плашещ трион чувството от десетилетията немир по тези земи, концентрираната беизходица с марка „Близък Изток“. Не е изненадващо, след като в интервю с Керет чух приблизително следното:
„Тук почти всеки е убивал някого или някой от семейството му е бил убит.“
А буквално в книгата ето как стоят нещата (дано не прозвучи едностранчиво и фанатично този откъс, ще кажа детинското – Керет не е такъв човек. ;) И отново отбелязвам българската „дясна ръка“ на Керет - Милена Варзоновцева).
„- Не съм параноясал. Не схващаш ли? Тия всичките са араби.
- И какво като са араби? – попитах аз.
- Как „какво“? Не знам. Араби, самоубийства – това не те ли психясва, поне малко? А ако разберат, че сме израелци?
- Ами сигурно пак ще ни убият. Ни се ли сещаш, че им е през оная работа какви сме. Те са мъртви. Ние сме мъртви. Финита ла комедия.
- Не знам – измърмори Гелфанд. – Не обичам араби. Не е заради политиката. Нещо етническо е.
- Абе, Узи, не си ли и без това достатъчно прецакан, че да бъдеш и расист?
- Не съм расист – смути се Гелфанд. – Аз просто… Знаеш ли какво? Може и наистина да съм малко расист. Но само малко.“
June 20, 2018
3,5*
Li esta colectânea de mini contos em doses homeopáticas e é assim que aconselho a leitura. Não diria que o autor neste livro tem um estilo muito definido, apesar de ser muito próprio e diria até alternativo. Acho que ele junta especialmente o realismo mágico com o surreal, passando muito pela guerra e pela violência, fala sobre a normalidade escondida atrás de coisas estapafúrdias, e aborda as relações humanas de uma forma muito crua e bruta. Uma coisa que não encontrei aqui foram textos fofos, aconchegantes e nunca terminei um conto com a sensação de ter ficado mais feliz, bem pelo contrário, fiquei sempre muito reflexiva e pensativa. Por um lado, as metáforas que depreendi de alguns contos fizeram-me muito sentido e foram um murro no estômago. Mas, por outro, um outro tanto dos contos não fizeram eco na minha cabeça, ou simplesmente não compreendi o que o autor quereria dizer com aquilo. Acho que não é um livro para toda a gente, de todo. E talvez seja um bom exemplo de livro para reler mais tarde, pois acredito que estas histórias tenham várias camadas e que, à medida que vamos crescendo, vamos conseguindo retirar mais camadas e descobrindo novas coisas através delas.
Li esta colectânea de mini contos em doses homeopáticas e é assim que aconselho a leitura. Não diria que o autor neste livro tem um estilo muito definido, apesar de ser muito próprio e diria até alternativo. Acho que ele junta especialmente o realismo mágico com o surreal, passando muito pela guerra e pela violência, fala sobre a normalidade escondida atrás de coisas estapafúrdias, e aborda as relações humanas de uma forma muito crua e bruta. Uma coisa que não encontrei aqui foram textos fofos, aconchegantes e nunca terminei um conto com a sensação de ter ficado mais feliz, bem pelo contrário, fiquei sempre muito reflexiva e pensativa. Por um lado, as metáforas que depreendi de alguns contos fizeram-me muito sentido e foram um murro no estômago. Mas, por outro, um outro tanto dos contos não fizeram eco na minha cabeça, ou simplesmente não compreendi o que o autor quereria dizer com aquilo. Acho que não é um livro para toda a gente, de todo. E talvez seja um bom exemplo de livro para reler mais tarde, pois acredito que estas histórias tenham várias camadas e que, à medida que vamos crescendo, vamos conseguindo retirar mais camadas e descobrindo novas coisas através delas.
June 12, 2016
İlk kez Etgar Keret okudum, diğer kitaplarını da okumayı düşünüyorum. Tuhaf bir tarzı var ama sondaki uzun öykü ve diğer bir iki kısa öykü dışındakiler pek bana hitap etmedi sanırım. Avi Pardo'nun çevirisi muhteşem yalnız.
Bir de hislerime tercüman olan bir alıntı:
Bir de hislerime tercüman olan bir alıntı:
Ev yemeği gibisi yoktur. İzahı güç, ama özel bir şey söz konusudur, bir duygu. Miden bunun parası ödenmiş bir yemek olmadığını, sevgiyle pişirildiğini bilir sanki.
November 29, 2019
zbirka od dvadesetak kratkih priča (pri tom mislim stvarno kratke, 2-3 stranice) i jedna duža nazvana "pizzerija kamikaze" po kojoj je 2006. snimljen film "wristcutters: a love story" (u kojem manju ulogu glumi i tom waits), uglavnom ima vrlo dobre kritike i visoku ocjenu (nešto preko 4), ali nisam u njoj našla neko veće zadovoljstvo ili se jednostavno etgar keret i ja ne nalazimo na istoj valnoj duljini.
priče mu se uglavnom baziraju na čudnim i nemogućim -ili barem jako, jako malo vjerojatnim- događajima tipa:
-maternica njegove majke bila je tako divna da su ju naprosto morali -nakon što su ju odstranili iz majčine utrobe- izložiti u muzeju,
ili:
-anđeo koji šeće među ljudima i skriva svoja krila ispod kaputa,
ili:
-mjesto u uzbekistanu koji je otvor kroz koji dolaze ljudi iz pakla i ulaze u interakciju sa živima,
ili:
-patuljak maskiran u djevojčicu koji ga za vrijeme leta nagovara da poševi stjuardesu,
-wristcutters - priča o samoubojicama koji nastavljaju svoj život (ili, bolje rečeno, svoje postojanje) na nekom drugom mjestu gdje i dalje žive sasvim ljudske i stvarne živote...
itd...
prije mi sve to baca na nekakve eksperimentalne priče, pomalo nedorađene, sklepane u čudnim vizijama ili tripovima... djeluju kao zbrčkani snovi koje ne možeš uhvatiti ni za glavu ni za rep. mnoge od njih imaju dobru polazišnu ideju, ali nešto manje dobru izvedbu... kao da je recept u ovom slučaju "nabaci nonsens na nonsens pa nek si ljudi to pokušaju prebaciti u smislenu cjelinu i izvuku dublje značenje".
ja nisam otkrila dublje značenje.
sve ove priče pisane su s određenim humorom, ne čitaju se kao sasvim ozbiljno štivo, ali opet... to nije humor na koji padam. mislim... nije duhovito. više je, onako, wtf..
priče mu se uglavnom baziraju na čudnim i nemogućim -ili barem jako, jako malo vjerojatnim- događajima tipa:
-maternica njegove majke bila je tako divna da su ju naprosto morali -nakon što su ju odstranili iz majčine utrobe- izložiti u muzeju,
ili:
-anđeo koji šeće među ljudima i skriva svoja krila ispod kaputa,
ili:
-mjesto u uzbekistanu koji je otvor kroz koji dolaze ljudi iz pakla i ulaze u interakciju sa živima,
ili:
-patuljak maskiran u djevojčicu koji ga za vrijeme leta nagovara da poševi stjuardesu,
-wristcutters - priča o samoubojicama koji nastavljaju svoj život (ili, bolje rečeno, svoje postojanje) na nekom drugom mjestu gdje i dalje žive sasvim ljudske i stvarne živote...
itd...
prije mi sve to baca na nekakve eksperimentalne priče, pomalo nedorađene, sklepane u čudnim vizijama ili tripovima... djeluju kao zbrčkani snovi koje ne možeš uhvatiti ni za glavu ni za rep. mnoge od njih imaju dobru polazišnu ideju, ali nešto manje dobru izvedbu... kao da je recept u ovom slučaju "nabaci nonsens na nonsens pa nek si ljudi to pokušaju prebaciti u smislenu cjelinu i izvuku dublje značenje".
ja nisam otkrila dublje značenje.
sve ove priče pisane su s određenim humorom, ne čitaju se kao sasvim ozbiljno štivo, ali opet... to nije humor na koji padam. mislim... nije duhovito. više je, onako, wtf..
September 22, 2017
How can you not want to read a book with that title? Unfortunately, “The Story about a Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God” is the first story and probably the best, so it’s all a slight downhill journey from there. That story stars a bus driver who’s weighing justice versus mercy in his response to one lovelorn passenger, and retribution is a recurring element in the remainder of the book. Most stories are just three to five pages long. Important characters include an angel who can’t fly, visitors from the mouth of Hell in Uzbekistan, and an Israeli ex-military type with the ironic surname of Goodman who’s hired to assassinate a Texas minister for $30,000. You can never predict what decisions people will make, Keret seems to be emphasizing, or how they’ll choose to justify themselves; “Everything in life is just luck.”
Aside from the title story, I particularly liked “Pipes,” in which the narrator makes himself a giant pipe through which to escape to Heaven, a place for misfits who’ve never found a way to be happy on Earth. Twisted biblical allusions like this are rife, including “Plague of the Firstborn.” A few stories have a folktale-like ambiance. It felt like there were too many first-person narrators, though, and too many repeating plots: “Good Intentions” takes up the same contract killing theme as “Goodman,” while both “Katzenstein” and “Jetlag” involve ejection from a plane. I read everything bar the 86-page novella Kneller’s Happy Campers; after so much flash fiction I wasn’t prepared to change pace so dramatically. So I’ve marked this as unfinished even though I read 110 pages in total. I’d gladly try something else by the author, though. (Read in translation from the Hebrew.)
Originally published on my blog, Bookish Beck.
Aside from the title story, I particularly liked “Pipes,” in which the narrator makes himself a giant pipe through which to escape to Heaven, a place for misfits who’ve never found a way to be happy on Earth. Twisted biblical allusions like this are rife, including “Plague of the Firstborn.” A few stories have a folktale-like ambiance. It felt like there were too many first-person narrators, though, and too many repeating plots: “Good Intentions” takes up the same contract killing theme as “Goodman,” while both “Katzenstein” and “Jetlag” involve ejection from a plane. I read everything bar the 86-page novella Kneller’s Happy Campers; after so much flash fiction I wasn’t prepared to change pace so dramatically. So I’ve marked this as unfinished even though I read 110 pages in total. I’d gladly try something else by the author, though. (Read in translation from the Hebrew.)
Originally published on my blog, Bookish Beck.
April 29, 2013
Selepas selesai, saya mula rasa yang Etgar Keret ini sebenarnya ialah malaikat berkot dalam cerpen nombor tiga buku ini; Lubang di Dinding. Cerita-cerita fiksyennya bangang tapi Etgar Keret bersumpah semuanya benar belaka. Bacaan yang menghiburkan.
February 14, 2014
Powerful, unique, fresh, invented....,and just damn good!!!!!
July 22, 2014
Muazzam. Hayal gücü dünyanın yetersizliğinden dolayı çıkmıştır. Hayal gücünün hayal gücü ise hayal gücünün yetersizliğinden. İşte bu kitap bu tanıma uygun.
December 12, 2020
İsrail edebiyatından öyküler... Kapıyı usulca itip içeri girdiğimde, Türkiye’de çoğunlukla Araplardan dinlemeye alışkın olduğumuz klasik hikâyenin İsrailli bir versiyonuyla karşılaştım. Farklı coğrafyalardan öykü okumayı tam da bu nedenle seviyorum aslında.
İntihar, kitaptaki ana izlek, diyebiliriz. Acemi eğitiminin ortasında kafasına sıkan İsrailli askerler; bitmeyen bir savaşın, çatışmanın İsrail’lilerin yaşamındaki seyri, yansıması. Yahudi bağnazlığı, kara mizahla aktarılan Arap düşmanlığı. İntihar edip arafta yaşayanlar, yarı-ölüler.
Yazarın özellikle çocukluk ve ilk gençliğe dair öykülerini oldukça başarılı buldum (Domuzu kırmak, Korbi’nin sevgilisi, İlkoğul Belası, Siren, Ayakkabılar...) Tüm bu öykülerde Tel-Aviv’deki sıradan yaşamı idrak edebilmemizi sağlayan bir tılsım mevcut. Bir İsrailli’nin gözünden Tel-Aviv’i seyreyliyorsun adeta. Tel-Aviv ne cennet ne cehennem. Tel-Aviv, arafta yaşayan ruhların coğrafyası. Ne hakkıyla yaşamayı ne layıkıyla ölmeyi başarmışlar.
Öyküleri okurken, savaşın taraf olmaya zorlayan yanıyla bir kez daha karşılaştım ve ürperdim. Düşündüm ki, her çağda, mayın tarlasında yürümek kadar zor insan olmak, insan kalabilmek. Nerede, hangi hamleyle, hangi adımla patlayacağını bilmiyorsun insanlığının. Paramparça olmamak için, sürekli tetikte olman, bakışaçını sorgulaman, ötekini dinlemen, empati yapman gerek. Klişelerin, basmakalıp fikirlerin tuzaklarına karşı uyanık olman.
Hayatın belirlediği mevzilerden kafasını kaldırıp öteki mahallede ne olduğunu merak edenler için, Edgar Keret doğru adres.
İntihar, kitaptaki ana izlek, diyebiliriz. Acemi eğitiminin ortasında kafasına sıkan İsrailli askerler; bitmeyen bir savaşın, çatışmanın İsrail’lilerin yaşamındaki seyri, yansıması. Yahudi bağnazlığı, kara mizahla aktarılan Arap düşmanlığı. İntihar edip arafta yaşayanlar, yarı-ölüler.
Yazarın özellikle çocukluk ve ilk gençliğe dair öykülerini oldukça başarılı buldum (Domuzu kırmak, Korbi’nin sevgilisi, İlkoğul Belası, Siren, Ayakkabılar...) Tüm bu öykülerde Tel-Aviv’deki sıradan yaşamı idrak edebilmemizi sağlayan bir tılsım mevcut. Bir İsrailli’nin gözünden Tel-Aviv’i seyreyliyorsun adeta. Tel-Aviv ne cennet ne cehennem. Tel-Aviv, arafta yaşayan ruhların coğrafyası. Ne hakkıyla yaşamayı ne layıkıyla ölmeyi başarmışlar.
Öyküleri okurken, savaşın taraf olmaya zorlayan yanıyla bir kez daha karşılaştım ve ürperdim. Düşündüm ki, her çağda, mayın tarlasında yürümek kadar zor insan olmak, insan kalabilmek. Nerede, hangi hamleyle, hangi adımla patlayacağını bilmiyorsun insanlığının. Paramparça olmamak için, sürekli tetikte olman, bakışaçını sorgulaman, ötekini dinlemen, empati yapman gerek. Klişelerin, basmakalıp fikirlerin tuzaklarına karşı uyanık olman.
Hayatın belirlediği mevzilerden kafasını kaldırıp öteki mahallede ne olduğunu merak edenler için, Edgar Keret doğru adres.
November 14, 2019
Short story collections are tricky. Rarely is there a collection where all the stories included are good. At least, not outside of Hemingway, Raymond Carver, and the best of Alice Munro. And I'm sorry to say that most of the stories in "The Bus Driver Who Wanted To Be God" aren't very good at all, just very boring.
Etgar Keret has been getting a lot of attention in light of his recently released collection, Fly Already: Stories. Since I didn't want to plunk down the $27 retail price on the new collection, I decided better to pick up a used copy of this well regarded collection from 2001.
Now, perhaps it's not fair of me to write off a short story writer for a collection compiled almost 20 years ago, but there's so little here that inspires further reading that it's hard for me to think about giving Keret another chance. Keret's stories have got a strange vibe to them, and I do like that. The problem is that they end almost as strangely, which is to say, without much of an ending at all.
The title story is by far the best and from there the stories seem to decrease in value until finally we come to an overly long multi-part story towards the end which, after a few pages, I couldn't help but skim.
What a sad thing shattered hopes are ...
Etgar Keret has been getting a lot of attention in light of his recently released collection, Fly Already: Stories. Since I didn't want to plunk down the $27 retail price on the new collection, I decided better to pick up a used copy of this well regarded collection from 2001.
Now, perhaps it's not fair of me to write off a short story writer for a collection compiled almost 20 years ago, but there's so little here that inspires further reading that it's hard for me to think about giving Keret another chance. Keret's stories have got a strange vibe to them, and I do like that. The problem is that they end almost as strangely, which is to say, without much of an ending at all.
The title story is by far the best and from there the stories seem to decrease in value until finally we come to an overly long multi-part story towards the end which, after a few pages, I couldn't help but skim.
What a sad thing shattered hopes are ...
April 3, 2007
It was very different. Here's a quick like/ dislike breakdown though, in case anyone is interested:
dislikes:
1. Some of the stories just ended abruptly. I think this is really Keret's style and it is intentional more than it is lazy. But a lot of times a story would be over and I would feel like, "...SO??"
2. Some of the language in the book sounds racist or homophobic. I don't think Keret himself is racist or homophobic, but he feels the need to portray a lot of "macho" guys in his stories, and it gets old.
likes:
1. The stories are very short. This makes the book go by at an enjoyable pace. It's like seeing several different snapshots. Like a frozen moment of a story, a painting of a story.
2. Keret creates some very unusual and clever situations and settings. One of my favorite stories (actually one of the longest, too) in the book is the last one, about the afterlife for people who commit suicide. It was very surreal and bizarre. And he rags on Kurt Cobain a little bit, who is a bit of a whiny bitch in the afterlife. This should surprise no one.
3. I find it interesting that Keret seems very Israeli. For example, the names he uses in his stories all sound very Israeli. And the fact that all citizens are required to spend some time in the military comes into play in almost every story. But not in a contrived way. Just as if being in the military is a fact of life. Everyone in the stories is in it or will be someday, or used to be, or knows someone who is.
other things:
1. This isn't a dislike of mine personally, but sometimes the stories seem really superficial. I think Keret has a bit of an existentialist element to his work. Some people aren't really into this, so it's more of a warning than a dislike of my own.
2. Keret's stories tend to be a bit on the dark side. Which is rather unsurprising, since the illustration on the cover shows a smiley cartoon character blowing his brains out. So, don't read this book if you're in the mood for something uplifting. It is humorous in its own way, and clever, but not exactly fun.
dislikes:
1. Some of the stories just ended abruptly. I think this is really Keret's style and it is intentional more than it is lazy. But a lot of times a story would be over and I would feel like, "...SO??"
2. Some of the language in the book sounds racist or homophobic. I don't think Keret himself is racist or homophobic, but he feels the need to portray a lot of "macho" guys in his stories, and it gets old.
likes:
1. The stories are very short. This makes the book go by at an enjoyable pace. It's like seeing several different snapshots. Like a frozen moment of a story, a painting of a story.
2. Keret creates some very unusual and clever situations and settings. One of my favorite stories (actually one of the longest, too) in the book is the last one, about the afterlife for people who commit suicide. It was very surreal and bizarre. And he rags on Kurt Cobain a little bit, who is a bit of a whiny bitch in the afterlife. This should surprise no one.
3. I find it interesting that Keret seems very Israeli. For example, the names he uses in his stories all sound very Israeli. And the fact that all citizens are required to spend some time in the military comes into play in almost every story. But not in a contrived way. Just as if being in the military is a fact of life. Everyone in the stories is in it or will be someday, or used to be, or knows someone who is.
other things:
1. This isn't a dislike of mine personally, but sometimes the stories seem really superficial. I think Keret has a bit of an existentialist element to his work. Some people aren't really into this, so it's more of a warning than a dislike of my own.
2. Keret's stories tend to be a bit on the dark side. Which is rather unsurprising, since the illustration on the cover shows a smiley cartoon character blowing his brains out. So, don't read this book if you're in the mood for something uplifting. It is humorous in its own way, and clever, but not exactly fun.
September 3, 2018
El otro que leí de él ME ENCANTÓ, pero éste meh. Me di cuenta de que la técnica creativa-absurda no quedaba tan bien en los cuentos largos (Pizzería Kamikaze), al menos para mí, y de los cortos solo me gustaron el del micrero que se creía Dios, el del infierno (¡el mejor!) y un poquito ése del útero.
En fin, que no valió mucho la pena, pero igual no descarto al autor porque ese otro libro que leí suyo era INCREÍBLE y un talento así no puede inventarse :)
Muy buenos: "El cóctel de infierno" y "La historia del conductor de autobuses que se creía Dios".
Piolín: "Útero".
Mahometanos: "La chaladura de Nimrod".
Malitos: "Pizzería Kamikaze".
Me tomé muy en serio mi labor de evaluación, jajaja.
En fin, que no valió mucho la pena, pero igual no descarto al autor porque ese otro libro que leí suyo era INCREÍBLE y un talento así no puede inventarse :)
Muy buenos: "El cóctel de infierno" y "La historia del conductor de autobuses que se creía Dios".
Piolín: "Útero".
Mahometanos: "La chaladura de Nimrod".
Malitos: "Pizzería Kamikaze".
Me tomé muy en serio mi labor de evaluación, jajaja.
January 3, 2016
just finished reading the 1st book of 2016. another work by my newly fav author, Etgar Keret.
compared to the previous work of him that i've read, 'the girl on the fridge', this one is more surreal, more serious, much weirder, more hilarious, and yet also more subtle.
i'm really into his stories and looking forward to read all of his works!
compared to the previous work of him that i've read, 'the girl on the fridge', this one is more surreal, more serious, much weirder, more hilarious, and yet also more subtle.
i'm really into his stories and looking forward to read all of his works!
March 6, 2016
Etgar Keret'e dair hiçbir şey bilmeden aldım bu kitabı. Ortada belli bir beklenti de yoktu ama eğer yazar hakkında bir şeyler duymuş olsaydım yine aynı zevki alırdım. Her bir öyküsü bana kalırsa ince ince örülmüş, sade gibi gözükmesine rağmen oldukça detaylı. Beğendiğim, hayran kaldığım bir üslubu var. Kesinlikle diğer kitaplarını da okuyacağım.
May 7, 2013
maaf kalau aku katakan ini mengecewakan aku. satu karya yg dianggap besar tapi karyanya diadaptasi sebegini rupa.
ceritanya menarik. itu saja
ceritanya menarik. itu saja
September 3, 2013
The stories by Etgar Keret are great, hate the quality of the translation though.
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July 21, 2017Çöp!
Çöp, çünkü yaşanılan "hakikat" ne sözde ne yazıda var olduğu iddia edilen samimiyeti kaldıramayacak kadar ağır!
Çöp, çünkü yaşanılan "hakikat" ne sözde ne yazıda var olduğu iddia edilen samimiyeti kaldıramayacak kadar ağır!
October 7, 2018
Tak perasan buku translasi ini ada tersimpan di rak buku, entah bila membelinya, ketika mengemas ada terselit di rak.
Usai pembacaan, satu perkataan yang sesuai, keliru. Banyak yang saya rasa terlalu ekstrem, atau terlalu out of box, atau saya sendiri memang tidak faham.
Namun, masih ada yang menarik, terutama di awal-awal cerpen. Sesuai dengan tajuk, Drebar bas adalah cerpen yang paling diingiti (atau mungkin itu saja yang senang faham).
Cubalah membacanya, mengembara ke satu daerah asing yang jarang ingin kita terokai.
Usai pembacaan, satu perkataan yang sesuai, keliru. Banyak yang saya rasa terlalu ekstrem, atau terlalu out of box, atau saya sendiri memang tidak faham.
Namun, masih ada yang menarik, terutama di awal-awal cerpen. Sesuai dengan tajuk, Drebar bas adalah cerpen yang paling diingiti (atau mungkin itu saja yang senang faham).
Cubalah membacanya, mengembara ke satu daerah asing yang jarang ingin kita terokai.
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