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Started by Syt, March 16, 2009, 01:52:42 AM

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Savonarola

James Joyce, Ulysses

Stephen Dedalus is a loser; Leopold Bloom is a pervert; Molly Bloom is a whore; Trieste-Zurich-Paris, 1914-1921.

:P ;)

I liked this book a lot the first time I read it; this time not so much.  Joyce seems a little too convinced of his own cleverness, and builds chapters around demonstrating that.  Some of the chapters are brilliant; I especially like all the nightmares in Circe.  Others are hard to get through, the long, florid asides in the Cyclops I found to be a trial.
In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace—and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock

Savonarola

Quote from: Savonarola on July 09, 2015, 04:42:33 PM
James Joyce, Ulysses

Stephen Dedalus is a loser; Leopold Bloom is a pervert; Molly Bloom is a whore; Trieste-Zurich-Paris, 1914-1921.

Languish must really be dying if I can't even get Fahdiz to respond to that.   :(

London, 1802 by William Wordsworth

Romantic, moralistic, sentimental and nationalist; this poem has it all.  It seems to prefigure the Victorian heavily romanticized view of the British past and also reflects Wordsworth's growing conservatism.

I'm not much of a fan of Milton, so when Wordsworth said that Milton had "a voice whose sound was like the sea", my immediate thought was, "Yes, dull and repetitive."   ;)
In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace—and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock

crazy canuck

I haven't seen Fahdiz post in a very long time.  Too long. :cry:

Syt

Quote from: Savonarola on July 09, 2015, 04:42:33 PM
James Joyce, Ulysses

Stephen Dedalus is a loser; Leopold Bloom is a pervert; Molly Bloom is a whore; Trieste-Zurich-Paris, 1914-1921.

:P ;)

I liked this book a lot the first time I read it; this time not so much.  Joyce seems a little too convinced of his own cleverness, and builds chapters around demonstrating that.  Some of the chapters are brilliant; I especially like all the nightmares in Circe.  Others are hard to get through, the long, florid asides in the Cyclops I found to be a trial.

I've not read it in its entirety myself, but I read the accompanying texts of the Penguin Classics edition I have which explained how Joyce created a spreadsheet where he noted the themes, symbolisms, color palettes etc. for each chapter. Apparently he was very frustrated that no one recognized this brilliant design, forcing him to publish it years after release. :lol:
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Quote from: Syt on July 10, 2015, 02:07:19 PM
Quote from: Savonarola on July 09, 2015, 04:42:33 PM
James Joyce, Ulysses

Stephen Dedalus is a loser; Leopold Bloom is a pervert; Molly Bloom is a whore; Trieste-Zurich-Paris, 1914-1921.

:P ;)

I liked this book a lot the first time I read it; this time not so much.  Joyce seems a little too convinced of his own cleverness, and builds chapters around demonstrating that.  Some of the chapters are brilliant; I especially like all the nightmares in Circe.  Others are hard to get through, the long, florid asides in the Cyclops I found to be a trial.

I've not read it in its entirety myself, but I read the accompanying texts of the Penguin Classics edition I have which explained how Joyce created a spreadsheet where he noted the themes, symbolisms, color palettes etc. for each chapter. Apparently he was very frustrated that no one recognized this brilliant design, forcing him to publish it years after release. :lol:

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jimmy olsen

Quote from: jimmy olsen on February 03, 2015, 05:32:24 PM
Quote from: celedhring on February 03, 2015, 12:07:04 PM
Harper Lee to publish a sequel of To Kill a Mockingbird  :w00t:

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/feb/03/harper-lee-new-novel-to-kill-a-mockingbird
Woah! Can't wait! :w00t:


Maybe I can wait after all. :(

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jul/13/critics-harper-lee-go-set-a-watchman-to-kill-a-mockingbird

QuoteNo wonder Harper Lee stayed silent, with critics like these

Hadley Freeman

For just over half a century, Nelle Harper Lee has been the great mystery of the literary world – not so much a "what if" as a "why?" Why would a woman who had written such an extraordinary debut novel never write another book? Why would such a beloved author throw down her shutters against all publicity, all fans, all demands on her time? Why?

The most likely answer was given by her older sister, Alice, who told documentary filmmaker Mary McDonagh Murphy that Lee had long ago simply said, "I haven't anywhere to go, but down."

The first chapter of Go Set a Watchman was published at the weekend in the Guardian, 55 years to the day after To Kill a Mockingbird, and embargos have already been broken by reviewers releasing their verdicts before the book's publication on Tuesday. And lo, the public and critical reaction has firmly vindicated Lee's decision long ago to reject the outside world and put down her pen.

Lee wrote Go Set a Watchman before To Kill a Mockingbird and it was rejected by her publisher. She spent two years reworking Watchman, setting it two decades earlier and changing the narrator, which turned it into the novel so beloved today. So despite the chronology, Watchman is not the sequel to Mockingbird – it is a first draft.

And yet, in reviews it has been compared unfavourably to its follow-up, as though it were somehow a surprise that an unedited (Lee reportedly told her editor she wanted Watchman released as it was written), rejected first draft should be inferior to one that was published and became a classic. "Lacks the lyricism of Mockingbird," Michiko Kakutani wrote in the New York Times; "less likeable," Mark Lawson wrote in the Guardian. The comparisons with Mockingbird, which Lee allegedly feared so much she never wrote again, have been as predictable as they are inevitable. But they are not, despite what reviewers seem to think, requisite or revealing.

Then we come to the plot differences between the two books. The first, which is revealed in the first chapter, is that Jean Louise Finch's brother is dead – as fans of Mockingbird quickly realised, this means Jem. Seeing as so many readers have long read Mockingbird as Lee's quasi-autobiography, this is not a surprise, as Lee's own older brother, Edwin, died suddenly in adulthood.

More shocking, apparently, is the revelation that Atticus Finch, the morally upright lawyer of Mockingbird, is in Watchman a racist who argues for segregation. This, the New York Times fretted, "could reshape Ms Lee's legacy", as though it were Watchman itself that were racist (which it isn't – Jean Louise is horrified by her father's attitude), as opposed to a fictional character. "As far as literary scandals go," tutted the Daily Mail, "it couldn't get much worse."

The reactions on social media were similarly outsized, suggesting quite a few adults do not grasp the difference between (a) real life and fiction, (b) characters and authors, and (c) Atticus Finch and their father. I feel some sympathy for any hipster parents out there who named their son Atticus, but otherwise I have little time for readers who feel personally affronted that an author experimented with different versions of a character before writing the final version.

One of the most enduring criticisms of Mockingbird has been that it is too simplistic – particularly the character of Atticus. In a 2006 essay in the New Yorker, Thomas Mallon described him, with some justification, as "a plaster saint". So there is an amusing irony that some fans of the book are so outraged at this suggestion of shades to the character. Truly, an author cannot win.

Similarly, some reviewers have raised their handkerchiefs in horror at seeing Jean Louise use racially charged descriptions such as the smell of "a clean negro". Presumably these reviewers are relying on their memories of the film of Mockingbird instead of the actual book, given that Scout and Jem frequently use the N-word in the novel – as poor white children in Alabama in the 1930s, when the book was set, most certainly would have done. Both Watchman and Mockingbird were written in the 1950s. Judging the racial attitudes in these books by today's standards is as ridiculous as expecting a character, let alone an author, to behave exactly as you would like.

Some Mockingbird fans have been comforting themselves with the idea that Lee never wanted this book published, a theory that has been firmly rejected by her editors. One British journalist was so outraged at the idea Lee was being forced into the spotlight that she barrelled up to the old-age home where Lee now lives before being ejected by security.

There is a similar well-meaning hamfistedness to the reaction to Watchman in that it encapsulates everything Lee feared about writing again: the unreasonable expectations, the comparisons, the absurdly immature attitude that Lee's books are ours, as opposed to hers. For so long, readers told her they wanted more, and now they can't wait to kick the little we've unexpectedly been given. Honestly, is anyone out there still wondering why she never wrote again? As Lee – always wiser than any of her characters, including saintly non-racist Atticus – knew, the only way was down.
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Quote from: Valmy on July 07, 2015, 08:09:33 AM
Shelby Foote was a great and gifted story teller.

'If America was really as great as it claims to be this war would never have taken place. But since it did we have to pretend our generals were the greatest and our soldiers were the bravest.' Something to that effect  :lol:

He was distantly related to me, so it's entirely possible he was mad.
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Grey Fox

My gf has read 71 books in 2015. I expect her to reach 120.
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Eddie Teach

Quote from: Grey Fox on July 15, 2015, 09:24:12 PM
My gf has read 71 books in 2015. I expect her to reach 120.

Are you counting books she reads to your kids?
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Habbaku

Yeesh.  How many of those can you read until they all just blur together?
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Grey Fox

10 maybe. She told me it's all the same structure. Details change, the order remains the same.

The worse is Melissa Foster, her structure even includes introducing a new character halfway thru the book that will be the star of the next book.

She started Legend from Marie Lu. I take that as a sign that she is starting to diversify.
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