As you know, I'm an older man. I read in my long absence from my blog is not just crime fiction. Since I no longer work in my profession, I began to read many of the books back to me when I was young meant a lot, and marvel at how I do most of them so different from the experience and characters described so different feel. An exception was "The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann, all his characters I experienced the same as then, more than the doctor of the clinic I was at the height of the current reading is less sympathetic than before. Quite different I felt when I read the "Brothers Karamazov" by Dostoyevsky re-read. Since nothing was the same: With Alexei, whom I admired as a young man, remained alien to me, yes, in certain actions, he pushed me from really. Dostoyevsky wanted to build on that another novel, would have been in this Alexej the main character, and that a figure as Dostoevsky wanted to "rescue" of Russia. I thought maybe it is good that the author write this novel could not. Wicked is not it? I did not know why Peter, the "corrupt Western thinkers" had to be insane. Very nice I had Dimitri. I experienced something similar with a Balzac novel "Two Women". I had as a young man almost falls passionately in the loving Louise is me today Renée closer. I'm split on this whole matter is very, because who does not dream of a lavish love and not annoying in a particular duty of the day? Although one could experience the life of Renée as a life of love. She was often unhappy and even jealous, because she missed her life in the storms Louise, but in its own way it has - in my eyes - even loved. This issue concerns me very well for personal reasons, because I often ask myself what can I expect at my age to love, and I understand at this moment in love and the passion. Against this raises my age reason, which I tried to explain that this noise - so beautiful it would be - is not necessary to be happy and satisfied, and must remain an illusion. But, I really believe that? I do not think so and hope to the contrary - just like this Renee? I Balzac admired, as this figure was quite consistent through to the end of the book and passed through. Because this novel by another of Balzak I in my youth reading was superimposed on, I thought that Renée would fall in love after their arrival in Paris with a young admirer, but oha, it was not so: Consequently, she moved her life by! Chapeau! Chapeau!
When I browse in the bookstores, I run again and again to things I've never read. Apart from a novel by Mahfouz and a story by Aitmatov I found it in his novel "Light Years" by Salter. I was by Philip Roth, who admired him, to his attention, but then read the review excerpts on the back of the book cover on which things were as follows: novel of deceit, hypocrisy, and divorce rates ... Everyday routine and boredom clothed in poetic images ... Salter rewards those is an intense aesthetic pleasure of reading ... is a big social novel about a generation that has discovered the limits of their happiness - and was forced to destroy it completely, and put the book back into the frame. When I had chosen three other books, I pulled it out after browsing through it, put it back into the frame; went - because Philip Roth - from the cash register back again and posted it. When I was three other - they were thrillers - was read out, I hesitated again whether I should read the book, read it and experienced a revelation. Sure, his heroes and their daily lives without much success and socially relevant acts, but is not Nedra figure of a woman who will earn it, to go down in literary history? Like all men in the novel, I fell in love on the spot in it. And Viri? Is not it a tragic, tragic figure, the end was only the suicide because he could not see because of his search for social success, could not find what Nedra find? This deep inner peace! This elevation above requirements and unhappy-making hope? Salter deutet nur an, dass Nedra dabei Lehrer hatte, die aus ihren Namen zu schliessen Buddhisten sein mussten. Alle Figuren sind eindrücklich. Salter schildert zwar das Alltägliche und die Langeweile, aber er schildert sie nicht „nur“ poetisch und ästhetisch; er schildert uns und zwar gewaltig tragisch, wenn wir an Nedras, Viris Ende denken oder an den schweren Unfall Arnauds, der zusammengeschlagen wurde, oder der Zerfall der Freundin Eve. Diese Tragik beeindruckte mich. Erlebten sie durch diese die Grenzen ihres Glücks? Nein, sie waren alle privilegiert, suchten das Glück und fanden es nicht,.ausser Nedra.
So nun muss ich wieder aufhören. Ich muss weg und hab nicht einmal Zeit, diesen Blog noch einmal durchzulesen.
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