Richelle Thompson Thompson itibaren Pozowice, Polonya itibaren Pozowice, Polonya

Tarihsel / kültürel açıdan keyif aldım - II. Dünya Savaşı'nın Japon kökenli Amerikalıları nasıl etkilediğini, göçmen ailelerin kültürel gelenekler ve “Amerikanlaştırılmış olma” ve bunun sonucunda ortaya çıkan kuşak çatışmaları hakkında nasıl seçim yaptığını gördüm. Romantizm ve aile draması bir süre sonra abartılı ve düzleşti ve hikaye oldukça öngörülebilirdi. Yine de göz açıcı tarihi unsurlar için buna değer.

Belki önyargılıyım çünkü San Francisco'da yaşıyorum, ama bu kitabı kesinlikle çok sevdim - iki oturumda bitirdim. Dubus canlı bir tablo çiziyor ve göçmenlerin Amerika'daki yaşamının dokunaklı bir hikayesini anlatıyor.

Bu kitabı tanımlamak için bir kelime seçmek zorunda olsaydım, bu HILARIOUS olurdu. Tüm hikaye boyunca yüksek sesle gülüyordum. Hiaasen muhteşem hiciv mizahı yazıyor ve karakterleri şaşırtıcı derecede açılabilir. Oldukça eğlenceli bir okuma! Biraz şehvetli tarafında, ama hepsi aynı sevdi.

Güzel bir kitaptı. . . büyük değil ama eğlenceli. Çok esprili parçalar vardı. İyi dersler karakterler tarafından gösterilmiştir. Evli insanlar arasında yapılmış ve mizahi olması amaçlanmış olsa da, cinsel referansları umursamadı. Alice kocası gibi çok değerli dersler öğreniyor - savaşta cazibe yok. Kurban etme ilkesi güçlü bir şekilde gösterilmiştir.

YOĞUN. Ancak, Google mühendisinde, Jr. Duygu da devam etti. Yani Herkes gizli viz almak için aşağı. Cezayir ve Fransa ile ABD ve Irak (İran)? Çünkü bebeğim, donanımlıyım.

This book was very interesting. Excellent plot. Really makes you consider the political environment of today....

(Updating from my backlog of reviews ... ) In which, very beautifully, nothing happens. The back cover calls Mrs. Dalloway the first novel to split the atom. Congrats, Harcourt. That’s a ingenuous way of marketing what would for most people be utterly unreadable, unbearably stuffy drek. Did I just say that aloud? Whoops. Well, no surprise: there’s a threshold between you and liking this book. If you have an ear for rhythm in language, if you like artless, offhand, china-boned meditations on life and living, if all of this set to the tune of roughly six ongoing and interpenetrating levels of leitmotifs and symmetries and Big Ben striking hour upon hour upon hour to the end of your life, you are much more likely to bear through two hundred pages of Mrs. Dalloway nattering breathlessly about flowers. Do I sound mildly disgusted? I don’t mean to. Mrs. Dalloway is an extraordinarily beautiful book. I just don’t want to oversell it. I could say stuff here about living tapestries of words and beautiful breathable metaphors and prose that radiates, like, unremitting showers of priceless gold coins. And I suppose that I just did. But, honestly. I read this for an undergrad survey course when I was nineteen and came away indifferent. Now it’s like a hearing aid has switched on in my ear. The meter is masterful. There are sentences that read like they were so carefully sewn. I can just feel Woolf briskly snapping off the thread with her teeth and knotting it tight. I’ve come to realize that I read so much because books are music to my ears. Language ripples, is musical, scales worlds in a jump. Sentences ring like singing through my head. Literally, if you were to take an MRI of my brain while I read Lolita or James Baldwin the areas that’d glow neon on the x-ray would probably be the same ones that’d flare up, with my brain on Chopin. So in many respects, this was eye-popping stuff. Certainly Woolf is in complete command of her writing, and her knack for pinning the kicking verb, for netting bagfuls of lively flopping characters, is I’m sure unsurpassed. Still, this book really illustrates for me the irritating and apparently omnipresent tension between “beauty of writing” and “something fucking happen before I put my foot through my computer screen”. It’s a rare combo platter that features both. Natalie is supposed to be writing me The Perfect Novel that does just that — in other words, the greatest, loveliest, most moving novel you could ever dream of, about organic vampires — yes, please harass her with me, I’m amassing signatures for a petition — but who knows when that’ll come out? And in the meantime, I’m lost. There’s only so much Dorothy Dunnett in this world.

This book is not actually about the United States, despite the lore. It's about post WWII state socialism, more or less in Britain, but ambiguously global. It's a critique of technocracy- the rule of experts and sociological solutions, the erasure of the individual. While a critique, Orwell is not a booster for capitalism in this book, but a writer afraid of losing words and fearing generations of bad writers. Even though we throw around newspeak and others -speaks, Orwell's argument is that politics is about language. I had forgotten how much of the book is spent describing the mechanics of language and thought control. Torture scenes are apropo, as well. A timeless book about state power...

It's taken me a long time to read this, I think because there's so much information to digest. It has helped me be a better parent, however, by teaching me patience with my child--I spend more time easing him into things that are difficult. I've been giving myself permission to spend this extra time instead of expecting him to toe the line, and that has made my life better. I loved some of her strategies for calming your child, putting them to bed (spirited children need sleep even more than normal kids), and dealing with with their little idiosyncrasies.