Ashish Vijayran Vijayran itibaren Hannivka, Donetsk Oblast, Ukrayna
İNANILMAZ kitap - güzel karakter geliştirme, zengin araziler, büyük katlanmış ... Bunu tekrar okurdum!
Eğer kendim bir kitap yazabilseydim, bu olabilirdi. Hayal gücü ve erişilebilirliğin yükselen bir başarısı.
Just re-read after 8+ years: not nearly as funny as I remembered, which isn't what I was expecting, since I re-read it to prep for an essay on Bernhard's humor: hmmm. Laughs at first may have come in part from initial exposure to his intoxicating/detoxifying technology in prose. It's not all bile at all -- the moments of tenderness for his friends and Vienna really stood out this time, as when he shifts into generalizing "we" mode. The style isn't totally refined yet either. I'd almost be tempted to drop this a star on re-read, in part because I found the histories of the narrator's friends tiring on second read, but still I think that initial intox/detox exposure must be respected. *** Here's what I'd written in 2007 about the book: So fucking funny, he wrote, sitting in the wingchair . . . How is it possible that I'm the only one who has reviewed this book, and no one I know has rated it?! It is a sure sign, he wrote, sitting in the wingchair, of the decline of western civilization . . . If you read the overview of this book, you'll see all these newspaper reviews that project exactly the sort of snotty literary attitude the writer-narrator of "Woodcutters," sitting in the wing chair, would absolutely loathe. Also, how is it possible that the overview does not even mention the book's abounding humor. This is not comedy, but if "funny" is defined by times per book you hear yourself laugh, snort, or chortle, it's one of the funniest books I've ever read.