This was a “quiet” book. There is a quality of mutedness in the narrator’s portrayal of her life. It is as if there is always something deeper to be said but is never ultimately expressed, perhaps out of languidness, fatigue, … Continue reading &…
I see before me pieces of the human condition, bound together by the umbrella of a narrative that does not quite make any sense. Names reel in and out of sight, like stars in a black river flowing tear-like across the immensely lonely regions of the wo…
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Money to Burn is rich in scenes involving whirlwinds of chaos, relentless acts of crime, and portrayal of criminality as acts of disregard and recklessness in attaining what specific groups want or desire in society. The scene involving rape and ……
Right from the beginning there is a sense of going back in time, of flipping through the images of the past so as to arrive at some point in time where a certain revelatory experience unfolds from the ordinary narrative of human life, and some distant …
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THE WRITER: The desire for transcendence is itself a transcendent aspect of human nature, because it entails an already-present awareness of the transcendent, and a recognition of the possibility of becoming transcendent. The writer, Rodrigo, desires f…
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A lively swing of events rolls into place at the beginning of the novel, full of musical brilliance, unknown voices, and objects scattered across empty spaces. This is a book of wavering stars. And in this midst of it all there is a shadow of contempla…
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The concept of cultural belonging pervades the beginning of the text, where he describes the appearance of the Old Man, enters the native city of Cuzco, and examines the stones of the Inca wall. The narrative style, which lies at the intersection betwe…
With the first chapter of the book we are at once conscious of the unspeakable absurdities of life, of a thumping rhythm of isolation carrying its beat across desolate roads, into unsolved conflicts, and through crowds of unknown faces, leading us towa…
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Right from the beginning that is a sense of significance in the seemingly trivial, like the falling of rain, and a glimmer of existential beauty to be found in repetition, exhaustion, and freedom from logic. If inexplicitness was a literary principle, …
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Confusing. Figuring things out not by their form but by the convoluted trails of meaning formed by dense sentences, juxtaposing verses, and half-conscious dreams. This book is a forest of question marks. “I am no puzzle-maker, no wizard of chess, no ph…
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