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Elif Safak kaleidoscope of colors - reading for a long weekend and apparently

actually need to start from the end, I first read the book Mirrors city, and later returned to Bastard of Istanbul . This second novel by Elif Safak was lying with me for some time. Tab was pressed somewhere around 20 pages and not in the least tempted me to give her another chance. But it was the reading of the city Luster meant that I reached after long forgotten, the author's second book. Mirrors city drew me to the extent that I forgot about the whole Christmas and the festive crowd of food and almost sleeping. It all meant that absorbed all the good book could not wait to return to Bastard of Istanbul . Repentant, apologizing with a thick novel, the wildly colored covers pulled out a book from the very bottom of the stack that was on it to continue and finished (actually started re) reading. I can not say that the book sucked me more (because I take this I forgot about all the other vital functions and responsibilities), each of them is different - Mirrors dreamy town, and the Bastard of Istanbul touching and sometimes funny. How wonderful writer Elif Safak is evidenced by the fact that each of her three books (remember flea Palace), which previously appeared on the Polish market is different. Though each of them wrote a different author, different hand and mind. The Flea Palace describes daily life in Istanbul house (in our case we would call a town house) Mirrors City magical power of love and magic, and the Bastard of Istanbul brings shocking secrets hidden power and forgiveness. I can not then wait for the Black Milk issued, which promises to Forest Books.

Turning to the controversial Bastard ... how much this book will surprise and what topics may be moved by the fact that the author after its publication in Turkey punishable by three years' imprisonment. The words uttered by one of the heroes of the book, the naming the massacre of Armenians by Turks genocide were brought on trial for slandering her Turkishness.

two books, actually all three ( Flea Palace too) that are not yet available in India and all I've read are not the easiest book to read. Despite the fact that there is something in them that makes this apparent confusion, which may seem a story told by the author turns into a clear narrative often relate to difficult issues, like life, but for a different culture may be misunderstood. Despite this, I can not agree with the opinion that every next book Safak is worse (and these are met.) Do not know if my question is ripe for the Turkish prose writer, however, whether the formation of her talent (which would be understandable, just as I understand it better) but I personally each subsequent Safak's novel seems to be better. Pokusiłabym even to declare that better than Flea Palace, which so many places in the first place.

do not know which of those books I'd choose as the best. Each of them captivated me, something quite different.

The bastard of Istanbul intertwined destinies of two families whose roots go back to Turkey. Men in these families play a role in connecting them to cells, sometimes even unconsciously. However, predominant in their women, because they have the final say and they keep the whole family at bay.

Elif Safak second book is the story of a young Turczynce named Zeliha, who breaks free from the existing norms and customs of the Turkish shocking not only his style quite controversial - garish costumes, makeup and jewelry but also a courageous decision of the birth of an illegitimate child. Zeliha nearly twenty years no one has said who the father of her daughter, even the Asya is not able to pull it from his mother. Zeliha and Asya live in Istanbul in a house full of women, in which four generations live under one roof perfectly understand, operate in a world without men. And those in the Turkish family die young, most of them barely surviving forty years.

The only man with the family, who are still alive is Mustafa, the brother of Zelihi lived for twenty years in America. Linked there with Rose, an American traveler educating a daughter, półormiankę, does not establish any contact with his family, who stayed in Istanbul. Only a strange fate binding Amy - daughter of Rose and Asye make Mustafa returned to his home.

These apparently unrelated to the family begins to approach the past and the truth. Because Bastard of Istanbul a book about discovering the truth and reconciliation with her, no matter how painful was. Safak skillfully combines the past and the need to reconcile with it the need niezapominania about what it was, with its own history.

The whole book is made up of several chapters, whose names make up a recipe for asure - dessert shrouded in mystery story, with a decisive role in it and also refer to the aromatic components.

Mirrors city, however, are quite different story from Bastard of Istanbul because literally seething up magic. In this book about the fate of the family all tangled lives. They speak not only birds, but the water jugs and spices. This is a story that seems to reflect the many mirrors and create a title with them a sort of kaleidoscope of discrete, but still a fabulous merging the whole story.

heroes Luster city characters are so different that sometimes can to wonder what exactly made the fate of all those people combined. Isabel - a beautiful and sad wife, waiting for any evidence of the love of his ever-busy, intelligent man. Hiding a secret (and here, these two books have something in common), spiritually connected with the Old - the mistress of witchcraft, who once saved her life. Miguel - impulsive, attractive man, a wise brother Antonio, who will take over Heritage House. Heroes Safak whole lot of mystery surrounds characters who only seem to have no impact on their fate. Ester, who mitzvah prophetic dreams, a woman's face and półgąsienicy półmotyla - Zulfe disfigured, a neighbor whose intentions are not entirely good, and probably Inquisitor Alonso Perez de Herer, led by a mysterious voice. It's just part of the characters that appear in the book. I only seem to combine well Pereirów kin. Well, which is the symbol of memory that stores all sorts of events. Not necessarily happy, and not necessarily having a positive impact on their fate. Mirrors of the city can be described as dreamy while a wild story that sometimes you have to be treated with a wink to another time write yourself into the content without the possibility of secession.

can not determine which of the two books I read recently is better. Each one is different, a painfully realistic pain to another magical. I think that to understand them both and let them tear you need to read both Bastard of Istanbul and Mirrors city. The only question from the start. The answer to that question I leave you dear readers returning, those who have not yet experienced the colorful world of magic Elif Safak.

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books are expensive!? my "czterozłotowy" stack, which is collected

pile created by the following promotions in Matrasie (this is not advertising - to explain, because the few times I was accused of advertising M.). These promotions, as I have written in Kali are very dangerous for książkomaniaków and actually should serve the people who book do not buy saying they are too expensive for them. Such stacks and such promotions, and finally those prices contradict their theory. To paraphrase, using say - for wanting nothing difficult, or the book (2.50) become (I think) everyone! (Clear?:))

My stack was not hastily, immediately, it took some time to look either in baskets, on shelves or on the bookstore to find interesting (to me) titles. But it was worth it to wait patiently, because now I have to stay on the eye.

and Enjoy .... temptation:)

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book Great Small Baccalaureate Janusz Majewski

to read Little Baccalaureate tempted me not a film award at the recent Polish Film Festival in Gdynia, based on one part of the book, and heard a radio interview with film director and author Janusz Majewski. This vivid description of the Lviv and Krakow, and somewhere in the background creation Marek Kondrat, which the book has the same joint as the entire film, but as the book is also fantastic meant that the I reached it. I admit that I took to the unsteady hand of the novel, fearing another sad memories of the war (lost homeland, family and friends, hunger and fear), but from the first pages of the book surprised me mile. Attracted a kind of magnet, not letting himself off to the end. Long time no longer true zaczytałam in reading. From the time Madame Antoni Libera (because these two books remind me especially - when I remember Madame automatically comes to mind Small Baccalaureate and inversely) there is no nic poza treścią. Nic tak nie wzruszało i nie cieszyło jednocześnie, nic poza tymi dwiema książkami nie pobudzało tak mojej wyobraźni, nie malowało obrazów przed oczami w trakcie lektury.

Mała matura to pełna humoru i ciepła, pomimo czasów jakich dotyczy, opowieść o dorastaniu. Dorastaniu trochę przyspieszonym przez czasy wojny, zmuszającym do dorosłych decyzji, trudnych wyborów i zapomnieniu o sentymentach. Lwów to mała ojczyzna Ludwika Taschke, kilkuletniego chłopca, być może alter ego autora książki. Przez Ludwika Majewski opowiada tę somewhat biographical history, returns to the starting time of the war from its beginning. The book (after an excellent introduction to the ancestors of Louis) begins when Louis is a little boy starting school in a difficult war conditions, and ends when he is nineteen, and it seems a high school diploma. Carefree childhood that falls to the time before the war and life in Lviv is only a prelude to the tragedy that has yet to come, which lurks behind the happy family Taschke. However, strong family ties Lwowiaków even war, even the Nazis, first German then Soviet unable discontinued. One, which goes to war is to transfer this loving family in another part of the country. After a stormy crossing, escapes and the moments of doubt Louis family moved to Krakow (it is the colorful description of well-preserved streets of Krakow, presented by Janusz Majewski on the radio I was so tempted to read). In this town, but still long for Lviv Taschke was ultimately the end of the war, and little Louis adult. In Krakow, the real war begins with a young man - about the acceptance of peers and teachers, to reconcile with its own origin, born out of affection for and admiration of the older girls colleagues, and finally, the true test of maturity - the daily life, fighting for survival in war torn world, without feelings and sentiments, in the grip of hypocrisy of people's power.

high school in Little delights fidelity with which the author maps the world of prewar and postwar Krakow Lviv. With what shall detail the mentality of people who survived, who once again have to know yourself and those around them creating a multicultural world.

book, which should be required reading in schools, because after reading the reader becomes a richer experience not only typical for excellent reading but also about the historical facts, the truth seen through the eyes of a young man. This book - the truth, full of realistic details from the descriptions of streets of Lviv, the houses, cinemas, trams (how hard it is to give that climate, not only in a film director but as stated in the book, but in his modesty, not praised.) Reading Little baccalaureate eyes, we can easily move to the imagination of those places. Majewski evokes images not only from the smallest detail but and is capable of being felt great warmth and sentiment.

special item for kresowiaków and Cracovians. For if the imagination of the reader can recall the true picture of Lviv (or Cracow) is reading a book by Janusz Majewski becomes even more beautiful and more moving experience.

For me - a perfect book if I had to assess the scale there would be no me!

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Instead of holiday wishes, balloon or eggs

seven years in my competitions are held in the Polish Cup balloon. It is a competition, which has responsibility for selecting the best pilot of the balloon crew of about thirty who take part in it. Another aim is to promote the sport balloon in our region - the town is a long tradition Aeroclub. Referring to the rich aviation tradition continues on in town (with small breaks) since 1921. First as a Pilot School transformed into Aviation Officer Academy, and later, after several years and many problems (moved it to the remaining parts) as the Aviation School Shooting and bombing. Aero Club, which is a continuation of the rich tradition established in 1934, first as a Glider Circle, two years later - the Flying Training School, where his skills to perfection pilots graduates of military schools air. How high was the level of the school can provide the military success of the odnosili in wartime pilots trained in it. Times of war have caused a breach in the wheel business for obvious reasons. In addition, the Aero Club facilities and halls, which were held additional meetings (eg, pattern shop) was partially removed by the occupiers.

However, enthusiasm for flying was so great that in 1946 the club was reactivated. This led to the Aero Club, which operated for 50 years last century. Stronger than the desire to fly bans meant that closed the club was renamed the School Competitive gliders and moved to a place where it is today. In the picturesque woods near the town, with its own runway and hangar. Here I played today balloon competitions are mentioned.

now view these conditions, the airport has become a place of many events of national and international. Its location is created by the possibility of making flight a distance of over 500km. The emergence of this school received a very dynamic development of high performance flying, as evidenced by a 12 international records and 16 national records.

Go back to the profession, because I had to write about them. As I mentioned, they are held for seven years. At the same time of year, which at that time is still quite capricious and not always able to enjoy the balloons in the full spring sun. But it's still worth going after them. Because the most fun in our baloniarzom fan behavior is riding for their crews. Of course, beyond admiring the colors of the rainbow in the sky:)

competition starts with the collection at the airport, which "fans" do not have access. We do not know what set the crew together with the judges on the secret meeting, it is known only that when go to end would run their cars, behind which pulled a trailer loaded with inconspicuous-looking baskets, which later transformed into a colorful parade of bullets in the sky. Are you sure you also receive flight maps - which could be seen especially this year because they were huge.

therefore, that you never know where you would direct the crew as soon as possible to adopt the good starting position, preferably with the Polish crew that will be - maybe - better know where to drive (at times that going for niezorientowanymi traveled into the unknown areas in the city, which could spoil the fun). Once you have successfully "hit" between the crew begins to ride with unexpected stops frequently interrupted (such as directions to the highway) to control the direction and force of wind. Then our cavalcade is an interesting phenomenon - people with cars and forward-colored balloons dropping, looking out of their little later, though longing eyes probably do not belong to a frequent and ... normal view of the city. Once the balloon disappears from view, all as a man boarded the car again, and rushing at an unspecified direction. Such unexpected and completely random, there are several stops. It happens that in the course of some of the crews are already in place and starts spreading out balloons. But the further we go - the more balloons can be disposed of in one place, including their flight will be more spectacular.

Further move to seek wind headed us in an increasingly strange place, often not allowed - but the crew did not heed the ban and head with his przyczepkami where there must necessarily enter. This year, for example drove the dike - and probably constituted a beautiful yet strange procession. They also often do we break down on private estates, construction sites (this was two years ago and partly in that year) or on the road.

starts blowing colorful balls - gas puszczanego noise, the sound of decaying canopy of the balloon, the crew screaming, running about, sometimes a little fear when a half-canopy spread will start up an empty basket and a specific smell that floats around. This unique experience that our group, consisting of not only adults but children and appreciates the most. The joy of magnifying is still an enormous lie "heads" of balloons is indescribable. The first flight even more beautiful!

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A. youngest in the team;)

Each of these delights - when you start, when he hovers over our heads and We can look into the bowl - a huge, terrifying in its size. Color. Before the balloons to wander off while you can still contemplate. Just a moment, because you need to quickly get in the car and drive again for the selected crews to get to an unknown place of landing balloons.

Landing is also a pleasant sight - a little sad, because it means the end of great joy, but also wonderful, especially because I look beautiful balloons against the background of the setting sun. Perhaps for some it's kitsch, but for us, and crew, and after many hours of joy, race, uncertainty is a nice breath of the west, where the mix of smells. While moving and inspiring optimism - because the time it worked.

count in the competition, for example, the distance between the outermost points of the route of flight in a designated area, reaching the ground ie. Cross, and the objective 'virtual', that is situated at the height specified in the airspace. It's all in the first day of competition.

But at one meeting with baloniarzami not stop there. The competition lasts several days. It happens sometimes, unfortunately, so that because of the weather flights must be canceled (as was this year). Over the next days which are not so spectacular and thrilling flights can be admired from the windows of homes during the walks - and here we often see people with zadartymi up their heads, the faces of the guests smile. I mean how can you not smile at pyszniącej so high the great ball that especially during the holiday season reminds us of Easter eggs.

competitions until next year. Right now we await that meeting, the indescribable joy of a strange race for the crews. When the eyes is only the view of shaky, dancing like a spider mounted on tank gas. Indescribable joy, a meeting that we look forward to every year.

• Efficient use a balloon, can be purchased now for the 4000-6000 Euro, or about 20 000 PLN. If anyone is thinking about buying a new balloon, the longer needs of 20 000 Euro. Obviously the price depends on the brand, the size of the trash and shells and equipment. Acquisition of a balloon that's not all costs. As in the case of a car, you need to register, insure, get a pilot's license and have at their disposal a reliable car (with a special trailer), which, without prejudice to their entering in the field and leave him.

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Hand, which is not kąsasz, you should kiss

Sehir mean look. Nothing like looking, observation is the book Orneli Vorpsi Hand, which is not kąsasz . This sequel to her debut novel Country, where we never die , and is another book in which Vorpsi, from the perspective of migrant examine themselves, their roots and their albańskość.

The book begins with a crackdown on travel by plane. And this trip, before which Vorpsi invariably feel fear is a kind of cell or unpleasant action that needs to be done to reach the desired position. This place where the author is often a family party. Hence probably the fear of flying, not so much from the mere fact that he flies, raising thousands of meters above the ground, unless, prior to going back to the past.

Vorpsi flies to Sarajevo, a city so very reminiscent of her homeland. He goes there for his friend who is depressed and needs help (or so it seems). It reads as Vorpsi friend problems, just as they are already in place in Sarajevo, she feels guilty about his escape, exile. This sense of guilt is trying to drown out the high-Tips, without resistance or pay large sums for services or assistance that shown by her friends from the old and the inhabitants of the city. Perhaps the guilt immigrant makes that she overcomes her fear and the feeling of guilt in relation to an abandoned country and the people who must live in it returns to the places of childhood. It seeks no explanation for it is only acquired through the European-exile, escape. hand, which is not kąsasz is a kind of confession, which aims to rid her of her guilt. Vivisection by which it may be able to find the source of their migration.

the other hand, the author's travels, are meant to help her escape from her reality, moving . Speaking I lose in the end something that can not be named, I'm anonymous for myself trying to distance itself from its origin. Tries not to notice the characteristic of the Balkan mentality, and their inhabitants, not admitting to it from itself. Journey-Escape is a kind of lid for Vorspi. Changing the environment is to change, and her, but unfortunately you can not hide its origins, especially when it is so visible, so ingrained and can be felt, the same author. It is also an attempt to find a place for himself - playing a lost immigrant, which was enough time to forget the past, surprises herself back in the homeland.

Hand, which is not kąsasz is a very short story, too short. Perhaps in the process of writing the book in the author said in a passion for photography, which led to the impression of photographic reporting. But presented with an unusual lightness of the story thus, you can easily imagine. The streets, which follow Vorpsi, views that he admires, a place visited by all in this humble the book is clear.

Personally, after reading the book feeling unsatisfied, despite these prominent names and some specific types of experiences in the course of reading I miss the sequel ... which I'm waiting.

recommend an article by Caroline, who will find in the latest issue Archipelago.

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short review the long history of House of Ashura

Naguib Mahfouz

died five years ago, Nobel Prize laureate (1988) is the most famous Egyptian writer, still remembered the noise which caused standing in defense of Salman Rushdie and his Satanic Verses .

in Poland so far spent two of his greatest works, the Cairo trilogy, Tales of old Cairo and Kamal , which introduced the traditional family life of Cairo. Besides Thief and the Dogs whether talks on the Nile. Polish readers probably associate with Mahfouz books Hamid Midakk the alley, the story of a girl from Cairo, which has no regard for conventions wants to fight for their happiness. In early April we received from the World Book Publishing and the possibility of flooding in the next book, an Egyptian writer House of Ashura.

This is another masterpiece of the Egyptian Nobel Prize winner tells the story of the house of An-Hope, initiated by Ashura An-Hope. This family saga full of passion, with each of the stages quickly sweep through the lives of many generations.

book starts from the date when the old Afra on the way to the mosque is abandoned infant. Risking the sin of the bundle back home. The boy, small Ashur is received with joy by a childless old couple who educates him in the right-hand man. After years of gaining the trust of residents of Ashur's district is its master. And in such posts and moving process begins multigenerational family history of Ashura.

Assur Although of unknown origin, in which most people do not believe is the ideal you, cares about ordinary, poor people. Equitably managed, he is still working hard. Unfortunately, each generation of Ashura away from his vision of a good world, breaking its internal code. His successors - the children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren - wikłają in shady deals, betrayals, succumbing to the temptations of wealth. By linking up with the wrong women hurt his first wife and disappointed children. The family is slowly losing confidence and leadership. Ideals of Ashura are misappropriated. But whether for good?

Sure I could about this colorful novel, write a lot more, but a long time I wondered whether to deprive the reader the pleasure of reading it. I took the book itself in hand, without any knowledge of the text. I could only, after lekturach Mahfouz books expect a real feast for the senses and eyes. Because of a stir the imagination when reading books is not difficult Nobel laureate.

I think ... I am convinced that this is one of those books to which they return. Painted the novel, which images you want to watch without end. For those who Naguib Mahfouz had not yet read the word definitely confirm that it vivid parable of Evil and good, combining prose with poetic charm of adventure tales East.

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I can not stop the tears.

And I'm by myself so damn bad that sometimes I can not stop the tears. I'm terribly weak, and although I know that I should not have to show it does not already give you advice. I need help.
Wanted "friend." Is someone there?

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Procrastination, which is what I do when I'm doing nothing

So, yesterday I set my diagnosis Carolina - accurate, absolutely! But I thought that the ailment that ended with the completion of all the schools ... but my hopes were illusory. So today I must admit - as the title - what do I do when I'm doing nothing. Of course what I wrote in the title is a contradiction, because you can not do anything while not doing anything. Even lying down and looking at the wall is lying down and looking, or something happens ....

But what I do when I'm not working? When you - let's face it - the lazy, migam from work? When the emptiness in my head and hand refuses to obey, not wanting to write a single word?

can see that this condition holds me for a long time, because going back a few posts already, you can get one of these musical, for those zabijaczy time zapychaczy holes, which should be caused great ideas, great lyrics, intelligent discussion ... and nothing, just music.

But music sometimes inspiring, so there's always hope that these few days off will mean a creative vein and ideas for further articles (although personally I would prefer to complete the ideas of those already waiting.) Recalling images that involve inherent in certain works I hope for inspiration. Is it because the smell of linden flowers in the rain, sunflowers and flowering grasses, does not affect the creative process? It can also smell of petrol (?), The color red lights (?) Or coffee brewed every morning in the kitchen workers did not encourage you to write? If not, I do not know what else can do such miracles?

Here is my list niecnierobienia (created a model chciejlist)

Renee Olstead with her voice and appearance as the other I could listen to the era of constantly

This song I also like the English version

It is not my favorite track from the album Joyful loved but unfortunately is not available on the website helpful

And so it sometimes happens, the awakening:)

Procrastination or delay (from Lat. Procrastinatio - postpone, delay) - in psychology: pathological tendency to constantly translate some activities for later materialized in various areas of life. Sometimes jokingly called the "student syndrome"-a source wikipedia.

music source: YouTube.com (some of the submitted works are of poor quality - sorry about that, and most of them are not the original image for the song)

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And in my mind Bornholm, Bornholm

I see you, as you stand in the garden with raspberry bush. It is warm and no wind. Apart from your feet lies a wicker basket. Hand lazily chased wasp. He returns several times, until finally gives up and goes to the rows of black currant. (...) Do not hurry, and besides, I never liked rush. I'm sitting on the windowsill and look. I love to watch you.

small green Bornholm, Danish island, where the climate and the formation of our visitors to tourists probably fall into the permanent memory. The same is true with a book by Hubert Klimko - Dobrzaniecki, if mirrored by the striking power of beauty and originality in the title - Bornholm, Bornholm . This book, about which so quickly forgotten. Even the mere fact that I read it some time ago, did not I put on the shelf, but left the hand. Still in sight provoked me, pushing the peace did not give a thought, something has already taken quite distant. All of them seemed to whisper that they do not allow for forgotten. This last novel, the author of the first things and House Rose is the life stories of two men, joined the island of Bornholm. The first one we know from the meetings with the unconscious mother. The man raised on the island is visited by her in the hospital and under treatment - I do not know whether more women unconscious, or his sick psyche - tells her his life, his feelings, which was hiding somewhere deep hurt. The second man is the father of two children, and not very exemplary man, not really loving it (I think) his wife, which took place on Bornholm military service during World War II.

Horst Bartlik sat in a wicker chair in his office. He stared at the wall hung with showcases full of butterflies. His eyes stopped on a small display case, in which bonded to the substrate presented to Admiral undine and swallowtail. (...) I grabbed it for your mother. Stuck in her hair. Be embarrassed. (...) Bartlik, looking at these two specimens, once again asking the question in my mind: are they ever loved?

This seemingly unconnected stories. Involuntarily but the reader will try to find something that connects these two lots. Delving into flashbacks of her son, balancing on the edge of insanity in the present father and husband. Do you have something in common these men? In addition to the gray matter of history combine their women. Vile and heartless mother who broke her own child lives and terrorizing his wife, husband, parasite on him like a praying mantis, a man needs only to issue the offspring. Seeking an escape from women, men resort to thoughts of murder and participation in the war.

You know mom, lives in New Guinea a bird that when tokowania is so delighted with him, so it is preoccupied with his tail and swelling goiter, the colors of paradise that takes such a bizarre position that nothing but myself can not see. You too my przypominałaś this bird.

Bornholm Bornholm raises real problems, not hiding anything, do not exaggerate. Book Klimko - Dobrzaniecki is stripped of all upiększaczy. It's rough history of liberating all the smells of life, even - perhaps especially - the least pleasant. History smelling death, passing away, the hatred and sorrow. Stuffy. In this book, Bornholm is a symbol of something beautiful, but distant, difficult to get an ideal on the horizon jawiącego. How do other people's lives, which seems to us more beautiful and better than your own - just as it seemed to the heroes Klimko - Dobrzaniecki. Bornholm, as a green island of hope for the better. A book? Brave, because difficult, some strangely simple, yet complex, like a moment, and that lasted.

quotes from the book

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tea with the Master that is a discussion about how much Transparent (sometimes) items

Was Vladimir Nabokov was (or rather frequented) also started for fans of detective fiction? Crime rather borderline absurd, just in time for the script for Woody Allen. But that does not change the fact that discovering consecutive titles Nabokov still amuses and surprises me. Zakochując in its abstract naturalism surprised lately reading Laughter in the dark , though - so I admit, and the previously read his books corpse - if you do not lay a thick, it used to, that fell. But there is something peculiar in the killing by Nabokov, but even so, this phenomenon in his (horror of horrors, perhaps not literally!) Of the execution is sometimes surprising. So it is now in transparent objects - a corpse falls! (Yes, it is the same novel, which Transparency things - and frankly I prefer the title match). Returning to the element of surprise. a moment to speak more ....

history described in the book is a sketch of life (with his strong accent - oh very strong), a persona, and actually more closely Persona ... Hugo speaking Persona (with Peterson's father.) Hugo is nothing niewyróżniający a man, a hero of the rather pale - nothing special (as it usually happens in Nabokov's) very talented, neither handsome nor smart. We would say loser, weakling. And this unfulfilled writer, realizing as a proofreader in a publishing house book form. Our hero, we know the persona you succeed in your next trip to Switzerland, where he recalls previous visits to this small mountain village. The first, during which the clothing store his father dies, the other accompanied by first sexual experience, and during which he meets his wife Hugo Armand ( Our Person was stubborn, and terribly in love ). And the third when his wife dies ... (or is killed). We must be aware that although Hugo niewyróżniający to anything in particular had a (not particularly needed feature), the ability to dream awake, or whether, as claimed by the same character - not slept at all. These dreams for himself entangled with reality, at times, that too literally, and sometimes come true.

terms recurring nightmares Hugo dream to compete with the best insane.

Transparent objects a dreamlike short story, which runs through numerous symbols heralded vanity of the world. Passing, the past is the only suitable color objects ( Oh things transparent, through which the past shines .). Hugo dreams, a lot of talking statues of spa shops, death, fire, and fires and melting snow are just some of the symbols of transience, which Nabokov's hero meets on his way. Is it only Hugo is a person, persona, which has the ability to see in the blandness of life of the colors? Is such a phenomenon can be explained somehow? The book ends with the words Just relax, son, nothing to force - so who proves to be extremely talented and the opacity will notice? Nabokov once again proves that his books give multiple pleasure that consist of several planes, which need to be considered and on which you receive them. But to understand this is not just a one-time reading of the novel Master and place for it on the shelf. Vladimir Nabokov's books are not used to collect dust and pysznienia the ridges into the strangest poses (though swank love). They are there to see the color in the transparency of every fleeting moment.

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