5 Basit Teknikleri için klg 8 li sarı hapı
5 Basit Teknikleri için klg 8 li sarı hapı
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This is a novel that is packed with ideas. I am confident that there are more ideas in the book than I picked up on. Our narrator (never named) is increasingly unreliable, but his obsession with Heinrich von Kleist drives him and the narrative forward.
He was like a dark figure straight out of the Middle Ages, a theocrat and furious autocrat. Subsequently, Kunzru’s narrator meets the creator of the show, an zir-right racist named Anton. The Brooklyn writer’s piercing curiosity with Blue Lives turns to Anton, birli Anton represents everything that is sinister and dark, and hurls our narrator toward a psychic battle with the wicked. He wants Anton to explain his appalling ethos.
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I freely admit that there are several connections bey the plot moves forward and there is a good chance that some of them soared over my head.
If you found WHITE TEARS a bit too surreal and supernatural, there is less of that here, though structurally and thematically they have similarities. A few things where you wonder if something really happened, but mostly it's clear to the reader that the mental health of our narrator is swiftly deteriorating. It's no mistake that the real movement starts about halfway through, after he listens to the story of a woman who was forced to work for the secret police in East Germany, that he really begins to start seeing enemies everywhere.
It doesn't work; instead, he concentrates his thoughts on three things. Firstly, he becomes somewhat obsessed with the life and work of Heinrich von Kleist, a German Romantic poet who killed himself in Wannsee in 1811. Secondly, he grows increasingly convinced the staff of the Deuter Center are spying on and monitoring him. Thirdly, he binges a violent cop show called Blue Lives
Meaning and depth are lost in a prolix narrative that meanders maddeningly from one subject to the next without having anything substantial to say. Reading this devamını oku was a huge waste of time, time I could have spent watching ContraPoints or Philosophy Tube. Did the world need another book dedicated to a self-proclaimed 'average' man who is having a 'midlife' crisis?
Unwilling to work or eat in the common/public spaces, the narrator takes to binge-watching a US crime series “Blue Lives”, a mix of brutality between corrupt police and criminal gangs, interleaved with occasional philosophical quotes.
The Apocalypse is the time when all secrets are revealed. By scrambling down towards the cliffs, I devamını oku knew I was only postponing the moment when the bones of the dead would start up from the earth and I would be turned inside out like the victim of a medieval execution, my innards unspooled and put on display for Burada the crowd.
There was a letdown, a missed opportunity… and yet the more I think about it, the more I feel the deliberateness of Kunzru’s ending. That deflated balloon sound embodies the narrator’s disappointment in himself, his position in his new/old devamını oku reality and buraya tıklayın how people are interacting with him. We go from the manic paranoia high of action and confrontation:
I really don’t know what to make of it all. I guess the premise and parts of the first act were mildly compelling. I enjoyed finding out about Kleist and I thought Kunzru would explore the tantalising mystery of why the institute was spying on its guests, but he doesn’t. Other than that, I was mostly bored with what I was reading. The maid’s Stasi past was dull, the way all these divergent narratives came together was sloppy and contrived, and the entire characterisation of Anton, the Blue Lives creator, was bafflingly silly from start to finish.
One day I was staring at the inscription on the marker, which now read unpleasantly to me, like a phrase from the manifesto of an angry young man on his way to murder people at a Walmart. Now, O immortality, you are all mine!
He başmaklık a wife and a child and is happy with his family and their comfortable life in Brooklyn. Except maybe he's derece. His writing has stalled and he takes a fellowship in the hopes that he birey get unstuck with just some solitude.