Citim impreuna Jonathan Safran Foer

liadorian spune:

Da, cred ca-i vorba despre scrisorile bunicii catre Oskar, nu? Stiu ca si eu m-am oprit cand am dat peste fazele alea acolo. Dupa ce-am terminat cartea, singura explicatie care mi-a venit in minte e ca, de fapt, mai tot ce-si scriu personajele sunt solilocvii. Nu-s scrisori reale, ele nu-si ating mai niciodata destinatarul. De fapt, daca ma gandesc bine, chiar si singurul text care e scris pentru ochii cuiva (oare-i singurul?) - cartea in care bunica lui Oskar isi povesteste viata - e, de fapt, un teanc de pagini albe. Dar trangand linie, vorba ta, nu stiu daca detaliile alea erau absolut necesare in economia intregului. Daca le-as scoate? Prima mea reactie a fost sa spun da.



Uite, mie exact detaliul asta mi-a sugerat ca povestea aia nu e de luat literal. Iar uciderea animalelor nu-mi vorbeste de un soi de lant al violentei - Thomas ar ucide animale pentru ca altii ucid oameni, ca intr-un soi de gest de razbunare. Imi vorbeste tocmai despre absurdul razboiului, care-i loveste pe toti. In care toti suntem cu sau fara voie, agresori si agresati. Ceva de genul asta...




Ma bucur ca macar Oskar ne-a fost amandurora drag. Nu-mi mintesc acum cine o pomenea, cu ceva pagini in urma, pe mama pustiului. Tie cum ti s-a parut personajul? (Stiu ca prin prima jumate a cartii, mie-mi parea aproape detestabil. Asa de tare ma identificasem cu Oskar. )

liadorian spune:

buflea, ai reusit sa termini romanul?

Tzuni spune:

Io inca citesc...

liadorian spune:

Si cum merge? Stiu ca pe la pagina 52 nu prea a impacati, tu si Foer.

buflea spune:

Inca nu ... dar am avansat ...am ajuns acolo unde Oskar isi intalneste bunicul sub forma de chiriasul bunicii.
Marturisesc ca o citesc cam greu ... eu in general citesc in tren, in drum spre serviciu ... Imi ia ceva timp sa intru in atmosfera cartii, apoi trebuie sa ma opresc ca am ajuns la destinatie ...la intoarcere la fel, cred ca de aia o citesc cam greu. Dar o sa o termin si nici nu ma grabesc caci voi sari peste ceea ce ati propus acum ... literatura metaforico-fantastica nu este tocmai genul meu, imi ajunge una .
Si mai plec si in concediu ...

liadorian spune:

De la iarina , un "carlig" pentru cei ce-s curiosi sa mai citeasca Foer, Totul e iluminat:


"Not only was she the smartest citizen in Trachimbrod, she was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum…
Are you sad, Yankel? She asked one morning over breakfast.
Of course, he said, feeding melon slices into her mouth with a shaking spoon.
Why?
Because you were eating then, instead of talking, and I become sad when I don’t hear your voice.
When you watch people dance, does that make you sad?
Of course.
It also makes me sad. Why do you think it does that?
He kissed her on the forehead, put his hand under her chin. You really must eat, he said, it’s getting late.
….
Is God sad?
He would have to exist to be sad, wouldn’t he?
I know, she said, giving his shoulder a little slap. That’s why I was asking, so I might finally know if you believed!
Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal to be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.
….
Brod discovered 613 sadnesses, each perfectly unique, each a singular emotion, no more similar to any other sadness than to anger, ecstasy, guilt, or frustration. Mirror Sadness. Sadness of Domesticated Birds. Sadness of Being Sad in front of One’s Parent. Humor Sadness. Sadness of Love Without Release.
She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.
…
Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. .. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you…. Nothing felt like anything more than it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness.
If we were to open a random page in her journal we would find some rendering of the following sentiment: I am not in love.

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The following encyclopaedia of sadness was found on the body of Brod D. The original 613 sadnesses, written in her diary, corresponded to the 613 commandments of our (not their) Torah. Shown below is what was salvageable after Brod was recovered. (Her diary’s wet pages printed the sadnesses onto her body. Only a small fraction [55] were legible. The other 558 sadness are lost forever, and it is hoped that, without knowing what they are, no one will have to experience them.) The diary from which they came was never found.

SADNESSES OF THE BODY: Mirror sadness; Sadness of [looking] like or unlike one’s parents; Sadness of not knowing if your body is normal; Sadness of knowing your [body is] not normal; Sadness of knowing your body is normal; Beauty sadness; Sadness of m[ake]up; Sadness of physical pain; Pins-and-[needles sadness]; Sadness of clothes [sic]; Sadness of the quavering eyelid; Sadness of a missing rib; Noticeable sad[ness]; Sadness of going unnoticed; The sadness of having genitals that are not like those of your lover; The sadness of having genitals that are like those of your lover; Sadness of hands…..
SADNESSES OF THE COVENANT: Sadness of God’s love; Sadness of God’s back [sic]; Favourite-child sadness; Sadness of b[ein]g sad in front of one’s God; Sadness of the opposite of belief [sic]; Sadness of God alone in heaven; Sadness of a God who would need people to pray to him….
SADNESSES OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne [ss of be] ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[ti]cated birds; Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety Sadness…
INTERPERSONAL SADNESSES: Sadness of being sad in front of one’s parent; Sa[dn]ness of false love; Sadness of love [sic]; Friendship sadness; Sadness of a bad convers[at]ion; Sadness of the could-have-been; Secret sadness….
SADNESSES OF SEX AND ART: Sadness of arousal being an unordinary physical state; Sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things;…Kissing Sadness; Sadness of moving too quickly; Sadness of not mo[vi]ng; Nude model sadness; Sadness of portraiture….."

beshter spune:

Cine citeste englezeste si vrea 'Totul e iluminat' sa-mi trimita PM, ca se rezolva instant.


You cannot both dance and not pay the piper.

iarina spune:

Mihaelka ai citit romanul in engleza? Cum ti s-a parut, comparativ cu Extrem de tare si incredibil de aproape?

beshter spune:

Iarina, tocmai ce m-am apucat. Te tin la curent


You cannot both dance and not pay the piper.

iarina spune:

yupii...abia astept sa-ti citesc impresiile...nu-ti spun nimic, te las sa citesti linistita. Iti va placea in mod sigur umorul din unele capitole.