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scene 2 "The thing about my sad dziwkach" - GG Marquez


Author: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Title: "The thing about my sad dziwkach"
Number of pages: 110


It's funny, but the thread play between men and women, in addition, these illegal and immoral, probably do not really want me to leave. This time I had the 'pleasure' to commune with him through the book "The thing about my sad dziwkach" Marquez. And because of this that I'm quite just finished reading "Lolita", it was impossible not to compare my story presented in both books.

"In my nineties I wanted to make a birthday gift a crazy night in love with a virgin adolescent"

Such a confession here is a spicy story begins Marquez. At the old man's dream, however, does not end there, as decided, so he did. But he spent not one, and even a few nights with a young girl from a brothel. History would seem so simple and trivial could. As you'd guess, certainly not to be such. A and nights, which the main character spends his new lover, much to the sexual rituals.

What is so this is (and even for short) novel, Marquez? The need for love, unfulfilled dreams, finding purpose and meaning in life, the doubts and hopes. A lonely old age is something terrifying, something that probably none of us wants to experience. The hero of the book, despite his advanced age, there's no one beside each other. Its sole job is reading and writing weekly columns. It would seem that little more can no longer offer her the world that is too old for any changes. And yet, still smolders in the force, the heart still beats, blood flows in my veins. In fulfillment of dreams helps him a friend of the owner of the brothel. Our stalwart hero is a phone that I have for him pure, innocent, young virgin. How will their meeting, they will have on the old man feel girl? Apart from bedside companion, the old man finds a feeling that you missed so much throughout his life? In the book, apart from the main thread, lightly brushing against the force of what goes on in the brothel, the services used by the old man. Can not help but wonder is even for a moment the fate of girls who are into it. Over their sad fate.

Referring to the "Lolita" which I mentioned at the outset, without a doubt the common denominator is a fascination with both the history of youth, the forbidden fruit. Each of the men, however, contemplates his bride in his own way, looking for something else in it, it is expected to meet quite different levels. In both cases described is love without excessive profanity, subtly erotic in a way where the area of \u200b\u200bspirituality reigns over carnality. Bearing in mind the history of Lolita, the story Marqeuza not impressed me that much experience. I realize that probably should not be too much of these stories compare to each other, that perhaps I made the mistake by reading them one after another. However, "The thing about my sad dziwkach" too fast, I read, and so I missed a bit of content. Admittedly, it's not worth the thickness of a book, but in this case I feel a hunger. Perhaps this is another book that should not be read only once and can not "on time") remains so with a bit mixed feelings.

PS Yesterday I watched the film "American Beauty." So I do not have to say that unless I have a slight glut. Despite the fact that the movie I loved, I think it's time to change the climate, however, that too much is not healthy;)

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Vladimir Nabokov - "Lolita" Vladimir Nabokov



Author: Vladimir Nabokov
Title: "Lolita"
Number of pages: 412

"Lilito, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-is: does the tip of the tongue are three steps to the palate, at the third tapping in the teeth. Lo.Li.To. "

These words, which is the beginning of the novel, seem to be its end. It is difficult to put the book without repeating syllables indented in my mind the word Lolita. A little bit of disbelief at the Lo, in amazement at the Li and lastly to the fascination with this. For it is not to succumb to the charm of the word, not to forget what was the medium for the heart and mind Humerta, whose greatest love, passion and desire was young Lolita.

Will romance between a girl twelve a forty man should not be something that rejects it stirs up, indignation and contempt? Yes, it should be. However, it is a person who merely with words that makes nothing is so obvious. That person is Vladimir Nabokov. How else to explain the grief and sympathy sent to a pedophile, and the complete neutrality of the girls used? I do not know why, but this is how invested your feelings for the main characters. It's a little scary, a little weird, but true.

reading the first sentence of the novel, the word directly to Lolita, we know that we will have to deal with love unique, as it later turned out, however, extremely difficult, pathological and prohibited. Humert, the main character and narrator of the novel admits that Lolita is not his first such love. However, it is the strongest, hottest and most overpowering. Extending his story, asks the readers saying, "Lord judge, gentlemen, the judges, knowing that each spend his sentence for him. However, no excuse for anything cites subsequent events of his life that led to the recognition, and then the tragic love sent to underage Lo. Descriptions, which seem to be able to scandalous, absolutely they are not. The fascination and desire, love and madness, all described in an incredibly dedicated, charming way that makes a man believe in feelings. Slowly, with a potential pedophile, is transformed in the eyes of the reader to the dedicated and sincere feeling guided by a lover. Lolita while, at the beginning zlękniona and defenseless, starts to use Humbert's love, the game starts with him. It leads a man to madness, and later to sacrifice and submission. The roles are somewhat reversed, and the situation gets complicated.

impossible to describe the impression it leaves behind the story of Lolita, how much soaks into the mind of the reader, how to produce conflicting emotions. It seems that Nabokov manipulates his readers as he pleases, he manages it, however great. Following the most beautiful words in which it was dressed up the story, somewhere slowly gonna lose sense of reality, decency and morality. Personally supporter Humberto, at some point I forgot about his age, I was only thinking about how unhappy he is man, how great is his love that was doomed to failure. Throughout its hopelessness, it is a story of beauty, language and subtle and balanced. Nothing is explicitly stated, descriptions leave gaps that can only fill our imagination. I have on us depends on whether we see the monster Humbercie and Lolita innocent child, or the opposite.

all those who have not read, highly recommended!

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- "a bite of life .. and Other Stories"


Author: Vladimir Nabokov
Title: "The bite of life and other stories"
Number of pages: 717

the first time I witnessed so beautifully chosen words, sentences filled to the brim with emotion, amazing metaphors, looks quite formidable things from seemingly simple and trivial. Starting With such praise, because hard to find me another word that could fit on this kilkuzdaniowy admission. Mr. Nabokov bewitched me, quite unexpectedly, offering me a real feast readership. And though "the bite of life .." is the second part collection of short stories by Vladimir Nabokov, for me it was the first encounter with his work. And so enchanted, engulfed more than seven hundred pages in just a few days.

What a little worried and sad, the fact that it is impossible to remember each of the stories. In addition, reading them almost wholesale, unable to break away from them, I remained in the mind of a great mix of themes, characters and events. But there are stories that made the deepest impression, and that thanks to this I remember. On the cover of the book we read that the most valued by the writer were telling "Spring in Fialcie", "Vane Sisters" and "cloud, lake, castle", for the same critics and "Signals and symbols." Of these, only the "Signals and symbols" were in my eyes kind of distinction. This story is overflowing with a specific fear and tension that with each new element brings us to the tragic finale. Such tragic endings in his pronunciation is apparently in Nabokov's much more. But what unites many of these, as it might seem, the unfortunate history, the magic of open ends, leaving room for countless maneuvers that the final result depends on the reader. Because of my pessimistic conditions, personally, most of the endings przepełniało me strange and ambiguous sadness. However, I note that in many cases this was not the main idea of \u200b\u200bthe author.

topics that deal with Nabokov seems to be infinitely wide, multi-layered, constantly overlapping each other. Recurrent motif in the first of the stories is the life of Russian immigrants in Germany (which was the same writer), their relationships with other people, just everyday problems. Another topic is the one which could not be ignored, namely the theme of love, both fulfilled and how the tragic, miserable, marked by both longing and betrayal. I also have historical references and descriptions of exotic travel, both those of the actual and quite abstract, occurring only in the mind of the hero. The theme that Nabokov presents a very subtly, in his literary manner and the overwhelming beauty, is about death and the afterlife. However, nothing is said simply, nothing is given to the reader right away. I regret the fact that much of the history just does not understand, failed to grasp what was most important to them. Some of the stories really are a tough nut to crack, nut to which may be repeated until the return would help to break the hard shell, and extraction of hidden underneath it meaning and significance. This sense of uncertainty, however, gives no sure way to explain, the extraordinary stories of Nabokov's magic.

What is the most excited as you read, this beautifully published book, incidentally, is above all imagination, and it is a capital W. I do not know as possible, but quite prosaic steps describe what is even crossing the threshold of the door, in the eyes of Nabokov, but rather in the paper reflected their view, grows to a function, which can devote an entire page. Importantly, however, does not zanudzając, on the contrary, drawing a description of the meanders and used this opportunity for comparison and reference. Sentences, which uses a writer, do not end with only two lines, sometimes stretching for nearly half a page without losing the consistency of and its intelligibility. Which seemed to able, the considerations that every object is decomposed into atomic parts, slowly, carefully and accurately transmitting images to the reader. Never before had put so much effort in trying to imagine all these different elements, have never been so much unable to steer his imagination. How to awake from hibernation almost, was revived and asked for more;)

My reading unless plans have changed again following the wave of fascination, which has set in motion Mr. Nabokov. I can not wait to book "Lolita" and "Ada or ardor," I just hope that the occasion of the reading, the aforementioned wave is not going to flood and drown my ecstasy;)

And at the end of a small fragment selected from multiple selected. Story
Fri "Mademoiselle O"

"Seen through these magic glasses garden became strangely still and far. If you looked through the dark blue glass, the sand turned into ashes and ink trees floated in the tropical sky. Yellow amber glass created a world awash with highly stretched tea sunlight. The red leaves dripped szybce ruby \u200b\u200bgloom over coral path. Green nasączała green even greener greenery. And when such a wealth of experience drew up on the box looked normal, taste-free glass, with a lone mosquito flies, or lame, it was like a gulp of water when there is a desire - you could see how kind the white bench in a well-known trees. But it is precisely through this glass window in the later years wanted to look at the heat exhausted nostalgia. "

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's modest result of my month stay in London and at the same time
justify my long absence here;) resource book stores and antique shops, not once put in me in awe, but I managed to master desires to have all of the books in them. And in order not to lose all money earned, I bought only a few. These, which I'm sure that will not only adorn the shelf, but will be read;) For books, which tempted beautiful editions also was without number. In summary, slowly back to the Polish reality and Reanimate my dusty blog! ;)

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