“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if… Continue reading The catcher in the rye
Despite its title, the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about Françoise Sagan’s novel is a burning sun on the endless golden sand. “Bonjour tristesse” is the book with the most pregnant and memorable atmosphere that I’ve ever read. I can still hear the waves and smell the sea. Parties, gambling,… Continue reading Bonjour tristesse
People discovering ice, suffering from insomnia for months, living ghosts (because death is too lonely), rains that don’t stop “for four years, eleven months, and two days”, priests who levitate with the power of chocolate and Ursula who managed to stay alive but not at all times conscious for 150 years (I’m not sure about… Continue reading The many, many José Arcadios and Aurelianos
Ah, Lolita, the young and sweet nymphet that stole Humbert Humbert’s heart. Doesn’t sound too promising if you put it this way, but trust me, there’s much more to it. After I finish a novel, I tend to meditate on one aspect of the story that I find most intriguing, so here I will focus… Continue reading Lo, Lola, Lolita
Gatsby. A name with a strange, sophisticated yet clean sonority; pronounced as if each letter that comes out of one’s mouth is slowed down by the refined golden coat, rubbed against the lips. Gatsby. The yellow life embedded in a green light that alters the pure gold. Gatsby. Money, dreams, The Roaring 20s, massive, absurd… Continue reading The Great Gatsby – a hidden hero?