Ailsa Morton itibaren Manikapatna, Odisha, India

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12/22/2024

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2018-06-01 11:40

Bloktest 3. Sınıf Deneme Sınavı Seti 44 TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Bloktest Yayınları

this review is part of an essay found on threeserendipity.blogspot.com... ...on the flight home, I inadvertently picked up The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. I was deciding between the Coelho, and Cormac McCarthy –but I felt a little too tender to read about an apocalyptic future. For whatever reason, I had imagined The Alchemist as something fun and colorful ala Gabriel Garcia Marquez, or Jorge Amado. Boy, was I bummed. For those of you who don’t know: “The Alchemist (Portuguese: O Alquimista) is a bestseller novel that is the most famous work of author Paulo Coelho. It is a symbolic story that urges its readers to follow their dreams. Originally published in Greece in 1988, The Alchemist has been translated into 61 languages, a guinness world record for the book translated in most languages. It has sold more than 65 million copies in more than 150 countries, becoming one of the best-selling books in history.” See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Alch.... Chief in its principals the book espouses the philosophy that when you take steps towards your personal destiny, the universe does all it can to cooperate. It positively encourages taking leaps of faith, but the dark side of this reads that the only reason you don’t get to your goals, is because you have not committed deeply enough to your “personal legend” or are blocked by fear. I don’t disagree whole-heartedly with these assertions, but there is something politically idiotic about the assumptions. For example, would things have worked out differently for the Etowah had they had a copy of The Alchemist? Or my relatives in Omaha, Georgia? Or perhaps, my grandfather would still be at the lake had he exhibited more dedication to his “personal legend”. Truth be told, books like this (Celestine Prophesy, The Secret, et all.) make me so mad I could spit. Sharper minds than mine, can no doubt quickly deconstruct what is wrong with such a book from any number of philosophical perspectives. Instead I just get flummoxed trying to explain to loved ones who dutifully swallow these adages and cliches and who consequently beat themselves up trying to replicate the success described there. It makes me want to scream: life is so much more complicated, ambiguous, gorgeous, mysterious, enlivening, tragic, passionate, cruel, and dare I say “sacred?” than this. Yes these ramblings have a tinge of truth to them – but I still smell snake oil!

2018-06-01 12:40

Eylül - Mehmet Rauf TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Tutku Yayınevi - Klasikler

Normally, I would recommend an Andrew Vachss novel to anyone who enjoys Hammett, Chandler, Woolrich or anyone other author of crime fiction. Vachss is the most fast-paced, gritty and violent writer of crime fiction I've read in the past few years (but I haven't read all that many others either). In Two Trains Running, however, he not only slows down his usual pace to a crawl, he deconstructs his usual anti-hero into a lame, tongue-tied avatar of his own fate, Walker Dett, capable of only being decisive and cunning only in regard to killing. He is so adept at his violent work and such a bumbling failure in the other portions of his life, he becomes unlikable and false by the end of the novel. That hardly matters, because Dett isn't involved with much of the plot. Instead, there are two rival gangs of local hillbillies and Italians, led by Royal Beaumont and Sal Dioguardi, respectively. The Italians are trying to wrest power of a small vice town from Beaumont, who basically started the city's main industry when the mills closed down. Beaumont calls in Dett, an outsider, to set a chain of events in motion to free his organization from the mafia for the foreseeable future. Dett does his part by the conclusion, but for the most part, he's busy wooing a local waitress in a subplot that is more interesting and better done than the main story. Alongside the two main gangs are a myriad of FBI agents, hotel employees, teenage gangs, a whorehouse madame, a clean cop, a dirty reporter, the Klan, a black power faction, and Irish gangsters, most of whom appear so infrequently, it's impossible to tell many of them apart by the conclusion. The book is written as the events unfold, with dates and times substituting for chapters. While occasionally, these slices of time provide crucial events, mostly they contain boring snippets of conversation, usually consisting of an frequently unnamed character explaining the events of the novel to his idiot partner/subordinate/girlfriend/etc. Often, two or three things will be happening at the same time, so Vachss jumps between different events as they happen, so instead of one boring scene, you get three or four. By the end of the book, I just wanted something--anything--to actually happen without a two-page exposition between Smarty and Dumbguy. When I did get to the end, it was a colossal letdown, as if Vachss himself had grown weary of men and women he didn't bother turning into fleshed-out characters as well, and just told himself to wrap it up. I strongly recommend Andrew Vachss to anyone looking for a modern noir-type crime story, just stay away from this one. Try The Getaway Man, Shella, or Flood (to get an introduction to Vachss's recurring anti-hero, Burke).

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