Joseph Mendoza itibaren Ropcha, Chernivets'ka oblast, Ukraine

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04/30/2024

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2019-11-14 19:41

Farkı Farket-Kolektif TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Yuka Kids

This is such a difficult book to write about because it's so expansive and so forthright in its world view. This is my first foray into Henry Miller and lets just say that it has truly altered my perceptions, and affected my world view. Miller is a nutjob, and often times you can't help but loathe his actions and are revolted by his way of thinking, but this is where he succeeds and makes his strongest victories. Miller's writing is the most confessional personal essay one can imagine. He never shies away from telling us of his more devious visions in order to create a more likeable personality for himself. He strips himself bare and includes his most bizarre sexual and primal impulses. Obviously there is a strong emphasis on the book's sexual proclivities as it was a pivotal moment in the deconstruction of our country's censorship laws, but Miller (I believe) is not trying to be overtly graphic in his sex writing merely to shock people so he can sell more books. In my opinion he includes the sex scenes in all their detailed glory because he wants to give them as much space in his writing as they exist in his world. Sex is a huge part of most people's lives, be it actually having sex or merely thinking about it. Miller was an especially amorous person, so a book about his life is going to contain a lot of sexual writing. Is this a sensational way to write a book? Damn right. But the beauty of Miller is that he couldn't give two shits. He is driven and unrepentant of any of his beliefs. He wasn't trying to start a revolution here, he was just writing the only way he could. And controversial subject matter aside, it's just worth reading for the poetic style of his prose which contains some of the most aesthetically beautiful sentences, forget content, that I have ever read. There are times I would read paragraphs out loud to myself just to hear the way they sounded coming off my tongue. So yeah, I like Henry Miller. He has won me over as a convert and I'm very excited to delve deeper into his other writings.

2019-11-14 20:41

Ölü Canlar - Nikolay Gogol TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Koridor Yayıncılık

As an Asian-American myself, I was raised by parents who believed in the “Chinese” parenting philosophy that Amy Chua espouses in her book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. Because of my background, I took this book very personally. How could I not? I imagine that most people are drawn to this book because of the WSJ article, “Why Chinese Mothers are Superior.” Is the book just more of the article? For the most part, yes. In this memoir type of a book, Amy Chua sets out the dreams she has for her daughters and recounts her relentless pursuit of those dreams at all costs. Her stories alone would not be so offensive had she not tied them all together with the assertion that the Chinese parenting philosophy produces better progeny than the Western parenting philosophy. First of all, I completely disagree with the Chinese parenting philosophy. It is true that the Chinese parenting philosophy might produce high achieving children. But it is equally true that it might produce some very miserable ones. There is a cost in terms of time, energy, missed social interaction, and mental health. Amy Chua casually dismisses the idea of any harm to self-esteem, but I couldn’t disagree more. Perhaps it’s true that Amy’s two daughters don’t have any self-esteem problems. But their mental health may be attributed to just plain luck rather than to Amy – that is, nature rather than nurture. If Amy had more sensitive children, I wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up in the mental hospital. Indeed, statistically speaking, Asian-American girls have the highest suicide rate among any race or ethnic group in the 15-24 age group. In the book, Amy Chua spends a disproportionate amount of time on her daughters’ musical pursuits. Although learning either the piano or violin is commonplace in Asian households, there is also typically emphasis on SAT prep, supplementary math studies, and learning Chinese. Amy Chua does touch upon some non-music goals, but most of her book focuses on the piano and violin. Hence, I often got the impression that Amy Chua wished that she herself could be the piano player or violin player that she made her children become. She devoured, digested, and regurgitated all of the music theory taught by her daughter’s music teachers. She recruited the best teachers and even arranged for both of her daughters to practice while traveling. Yes, she even hunted down pianos in Europe just so that her daughter would never miss a day of practicing. Then when it was time for her daughters to perform, Amy Chua seemed to experience stage fright from the comfort of her seat in the audience. Perhaps she knew that she wasn’t able to do what her daughters did. Her level of obsession with her daughters’ musical performances seemed to be not just on a different level, but on a different planet than many of the Asian-Americans I know. At the beginning, Amy Chua framed the book by stating that she was humbled by her youngest daughter Lulu, who rebelled against the harsh parenting tactics of her mother and took up tennis. But I found this so-called “humbling” to be disingenuous. It was contrived. Amy even mentions how she had a difficult time coming up with how to end the book. I don’t buy that she was humbled by Lulu. She didn’t have an awakening. Lulu simply was more stubborn and won the war with her mother. Besides, tennis isn’t even outside of the Asian-American comfort zone. It’s not like Lulu took up cheerleading. If you strip the book of its parenting manifesto message, then there are some redeeming qualities. For one, it does provide a glimpse into the lives of many children of Asian descent in America, albeit, a bit an extreme example. For all those who wonder why Asians are the most educated ethnic/race group in America, and yet are grossly under-represented in executive leadership positions, this book offers some insight. The Chinese parenting philosophy demands hard work, high results, but virtually no innovation. Second, the book is funny. I laughed out loud when, in an argument with her husband, Amy Chua demanded to know what dreams he had for their dog Coco. That was the funniest part of the book. Much of the time, her words were spot on. I laughed because I related. And then, there were times when her anecdotes were so over the top that they were hilarious. Lastly, I commend Amy Chua for being ridiculously honest. It definitely takes some guts to go that public with some of her horrifying and near-CPS-worthy parenting decisions. Overall, my recommendation of this short book is mixed. I cannot stand the fact that she truly believes in the Chinese parenting philosophy. On the other hand, it’s entertaining and good fodder for discussion.

2019-11-14 22:41

Sanatçı Olmak İsteyen Kurt TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Yapı Kredi Yayınları

I read this as a high school student (an odd literary moment for me) and though I did not remember the main plot points, I vividly remember the sensations this book evoked in me. On a second reading those feelings are little augmented and greatly heightened. That’s not odd considering the slightly different vantage point of reading this as a 16-year-old and now ten years later. I love this slice of American history. The novel begins with a quick overview of smaller cities in America, their main attractions, the main families that moved in affluence and wealth in the 1880s and 90s. This is when the Ambersons gained their magnificence. Then the novel rushed into the 20th century, depicting the dawn of the age of the automobile and the third generation of Ambersons: George Amberson Minafer. George is awful. I admit I laughed when he tells the pastor to “go to hell” as a little child, but his is beyond spoiled: a monster created by his doting family, and particularly by his mother. He grows up knowing that he “owns” the town, that his family is insanely rich, and that no one will ever tell him “no.” At least not his family, which all that matters to him. We even hear his philosophy in the importance of “being, rather than doing.” Now, while I candidly admit that George is a monster, I cannot help but condemn his mother almost equally. She is blinded by devotion and worship of her son in a way that eclipses nearly everything else, including God, as we see her at one point saying her prayers outside George’s bedroom then kissing his door. This, compounded with the glimpse into George’s pampered life beyond his mother, as well as his youth (very early twenties during the bulk of the novel) allows me to equally abhor and pity George. The key moment for me, among the depictions of the rise of industry (American capitalism), the fall of the social hierarchy (again Americans cheer), and the fairly realistic and glaring look at those consequences, comes directly after George’s mother dies. He has acted horribly, ruining his mother’s chance of second happiness in a romance with Eugene Morgan, ruining his own chances with Lucy Morgan in the process. At her deathbed he turns Morgan away again, all for “the family name, the family credit.” Afterwards, he is confronted with the consequences. He breaks down in front of his aunt, "And you put this on me, too; you put this responsibility on me. But I tell you, and I told Uncle George, that the responsibility isn’t all mine! If you were so sure I was wrong all the time—when I took her away, and when I turned Morgan out—if you were so sure, what did you let me do it for? You and Uncle George were grown people, both of you, weren’t you? You were older than I, and if you were so sure you were wiser than I, why did you just stand around with your hands hanging down, and let me go ahead? You could have stopped it if it was wrong, couldn’t you?" (Ch. 30). In this moment I see his aunt tell him that she couldn’t have stopped him. She and her family admit their weaknesses, admit their failings. But George must bear the consequences. It is so just and it is so unjust. That question, “You could have stopped me if it was wrong, couldn’t you?” resonates as the climax of the piece for me. After this, the Ambersons unravel. His mother dies, his grandfather dies, there is no money, the uncle leaves the country, and the Ambersons are no longer living, much less magnificent. The author even begins to make a point of referring to George as George Minafer or even just Minafer to emphasize the loss. The Ambersons are lost in the greatness of the city that sprung up around them. Every last trace. This final spiral is beautifully crafted, and George’s character finally emerges. He takes up work to support his flight, needy, and sometimes ridiculous aunt. I enjoyed seeing subtleties emerge in him, even though he is not cured of all his former faults. My real issue with the novel emerges only in the last two chapters. I dislike the focus on Morgan (and the weird Dickensian “rabbit out of the hat” contrived ending plot twist). I also dislike that Morgan tries to forgive George for his mother’s sake. She’s half the problem, and Morgan continues to worship her and blame George (not completely wrongly, but it does show his blindness). It all struck me as forced and untrue to the rest of the work. Perhaps this is also a comment on the American audience: sure we want to see our country’s evolution, but not at the price of an unhappy ending. Tarkington contrives a sentimental ending, rather than leaving us with a novel that shows us a gaping wound on the mend which would have remained true to the beauty of the rest of his work.

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