Jesse Chapo Chapo itibaren Metropolis, IL, Birleşik Devletler
so soooo iyi ..... yani soooo iç karartıcı. 15 yaşında ve hala zamanında ve alakalı. Ayrıca, bilmiyorsan, ilham verici biri, eğer istersen, ya da Tel.
http://nwhyte.livejournal.com/2190667.html[return Karışık[return KarışıkBu, Ian Rankin'in yazdığı ilk kitap. Burada gerçekten bir gizem yok - bu sadece küçük kasaba Fife'de ergenlik ve bükülmüş aile dinamikleri hikayesi, hem uzun süre gömülü hem de daha yeni cinsel sırlar, onları tutmak zorunda olanları rahatsız ediyor. Aslında çözünürlüğü biraz fazla kolay buldum, ancak geri kalanı yapımda harika bir hikaye anlatanı gösteriyor.
Muhtemelen karımın hamileliği sırasında okuduğum en bilgilendirici ve rahatlatıcı kitap.
I thought this was an interesting look at a young man's perspective in post-war Germany. I never felt very much sympathy towards Hanna (althouh I didn't think she was meant to be a truly sympathetic character), except for the fact that she was so stubborn and could not give in to accepting her faults in admitting her problems, which obviously would have improved her life dramatically and potentially would have prevented her from making some poor life decisions; her getting involved with a 15 year old was also not really something that could be looked past, although I suppose she thought he was 17 (but still!). I felt bad for the narrator as he was put into a mature situation at such a young age.
Funny with nmmth behind it
As the only male in America over the age of 25 who isn't a serious World War II fetishist, I was not particularly enthused about the prospect of this. However: this is a pretty nifty little piece of crime fiction predicated on the notion of Hitler winning World War II and achieving detente with the U.S. Though maddeningly hide-bound in its conventions (there is a beautiful, plucky reporter with a checkered past, for example), this is an awfully surprising little read. Once one gets over the hurdle of believing that there could be an SS functionary who wasn't all that sold on Hitler, it moves smartly and briskly, never entirely turning into the unintelligible gobbledygook that often happens to intricate political thrillers.
This is the fifth book I've read in the last couple of years about famous writers/artists and how they shuck their husks of family and friends once their creative genius is validated. "Girl in a Blue Dress," "Poe & Fanny," "Loving Frank," and "Leaving Van Gogh." Either this one was slower than the rest and more predictable or I'm tiring of this genre. Granted, there are a lot of names to include in any account of Hemingway's time in Paris, but at times this read like the society pages rather than a narrative. And as much as I was rooting for Hadley, I didn't quite feel her motivations, her conflict. McClain draws her as a woman not quite ready to be a 'modern woman,' at least as defined by Paris. Yet I don't believe she was that simple either. Or maybe it's too nuanced a theme to do her justice. When I googled pictures of her, I sensed a whole lot more moxie in her that didn't get down on the page. Or maybe she really was more timid that I want to believe. Then again, maybe this is the ultimate limitation of writing about someone real - the read has a valid stake in her representation too. Either way, it ignited a curiosity of that entire group of literary figures (Gertrude Stein, Scott & Zelda Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound, etc.) even if I thought the book itself just so-so as far as literature goes. I'm glad I read it, but I wasn't changed by it. Oh, and shame on Hemingway. ;)