Jamel Mosely Mosely থেকে নিউ ইয়র্ক থেকে নিউ ইয়র্ক

আমি বার্মা, ভারত এবং মালয়েশিয়ার মধ্য দিয়ে এই বিদেশী ভ্রমণটি পড়ে উপভোগ করেছি। চরিত্রগুলি এবং তাদের গল্পগুলি চমকপ্রদ এবং উপন্যাসটি বিশ শতকের মধ্য দিয়ে বিশ্বের এই অঞ্চল সম্পর্কে historicalতিহাসিক তথ্যে ভরপুর। যাইহোক, শেষটি হঠাৎ আকস্মিক বলে মনে হয়েছিল এবং সত্যিই এটির জন্য ক্ষতিসাধন করেছিল যা অন্যথায় দুর্দান্ত বই হত been

a lot of this is common sense but i liked her style of writing.

Ishiguro should have been physically restrained from writing this book.

A quick read. Hemingway satirizes Sherwood Anderson, John Dos Passos, James Joyce, D.H. Lawrence, etc. It all goes down in Northern Michigan. I read Torrents after reading The 42nd Parallel by Dos Passos, from which Hemingway borrows the grandiose mood and super-earnest young Americans. Hemingway sits these strapping fellows down in podunk bars and has them muse about the fairy-traceries of frost on the windows and the beauty of Paris. One of them acquires a pet sparrow and marries an elderly English waitress in Petoskey. Riffing on the British Lake District follows. There are silly author's notes interspersed within the text, including one describing a gourmet French meal Hemingway enjoyed with (who else but) John Dos Passos. The notes ramble on and on. At one point Hemingway claims that he translated the New Testament into Ojibwa. The absurdity of Torrents makes it an entertaining read, but a lot of its humor will be lost on people who aren't into the Lost Generation. It would probably be REALLY funny to someone who has read more widely in the early 20th century milieu. Moving forward, someone should write a book like Torrents using Bret Easton Ellis / Chuck Palahniuk / Dave Eggers / Jonathan Safran Foer as canon fodder. Something about a body-building Wall Street bond trader with a vast reservoir of survivor guilt, who falls in with a bunch of nihilistic organ donors and gives up his pancreas while still alive. It would need Foer-style visual aids to drive home the literary gaggery. Like an up-close picture of the Islets of Langerhans, followed by a really gross description of insulin production. Yeahhhhhh....