I read about 150 books a year, or thereabouts. This is not boasting, I should add, just a mere side notes the following. If anything, such a high number clearly shows how much time I waste throughout the year, when I should perhaps do something more important is: to find a job, for example. Or help to cross a withered old woman on a busy street. Or write a book of mine, I consider myself very promising. Instead, I have failed all conventional expectations, it could be paralyzed by – I’m unemployed, my neighbor had scraped off the street with a spatula and still later, I traveled in the literary world is a scattering of poems and short stories. There is nothing that I recommend. However, if in your own life, you have to spare an hour for yourself, spend their earnings in the worlds of the following books are recommended if you believe me, after all the above. Those that do not follow my favorite 13 books, I will point out: a few that popped into my head as I sat down and typed. Others were cruelly left out: Bellow, friends, Fante, Auster, Murakami, Palahniuk, Wolfe, Orwell, and many, many others are not addressed, for unknown reasons. The number could be 50 or even 100th For now it is 14 – and I really do not know why.
The word Drowned – JG Ballard
Perhaps the world feel alive, Ballard fiction. The hotel is immersed in a lagoon London, The Drowned World on the inherent attractiveness of the post-apocalypse, and companies, is based quite beautiful in the darkest depths of the human psyche. Keranen, doctor of biology, and our protagonist, instead of seeking an appointment instead chose sad solved more chaotic world of loneliness in the form of the world around him before. Ballard’s vision is dark, without restraint, and writing – poetry cruel, deeply surreal – in the creation of the supply of claustrophobia others tried in vain to represent. When London falls into misfortune, Keran is reflected in the lowest situations – to seek refuge, or to comply with the darkest impulses of the heart by drilling further into the unknown seems catastrophic. A deeply disturbing novel difficult. Remarkable.
The Vanishing – Tim Krabbe
A novel compact, Retail, minimalist way, the turbulent recesses of the terror of the people. Travel a few blocks, stopping to more gas station for a toilet. Moments later, the woman disappeared and was never seen again. What follows are years of research, a strange confession approach and an insight into the world of disturbed psycho-spiritual health. Obsession, and the power of love collide, sound blunt crab almost disinterested experts from the loneliness of death and the cruel fate at the expense of the long-awaited love. I have deliberately avoided any film version adapted, sometimes words have not the same – how can images, with their color, have the same effect as your crab unfortunately cold? Why not a few things intact? Small, transient, but disturbed supernatural – a whisper, said masterpiece. Not much more frightening. Bolt your doors, pull the curtains tight.
Paris is a feast – Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway wrote in a 1920 Note in Paris, with love: “If you have the good fortune, lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you for Paris a party. “secular-favorite. The book offers little as a story, but details of the aesthetically engaging cities quickly. The ideal state for a trip to Paris, Hemingway, in his short, sharp, style guides the reader through the streets, parks – where, in the Jardin du Luxembourg, he went back a live pigeon for dinner – and the homes of the literary elite. Ehrlich in the only way to writing a Hemingway, A Moveable Feast is almost as fascinating as the places he describes. Read it go, then. Walk the paths he traipsed, peer your head through the window of the elite. Chase a pigeon poor.
Windows on the Word – Frederic Beigbreder
Post 9 / 11 guarantees many things, including the ingredients, unlimited ash is intercalated in the arts – often in fiction, as she did. Lillo, with Falling Man, surprisingly failed miserably. Jay McInerney The Good Life was a round tensile strength, but above all for his effect, and the truth make in people’s lives ruined forever by this cruel, sunny morning. Windows on the World took unbearable – and perhaps the most courageous of tasks – themselves really in fear of the current atrocity, and with a unique voice, the fear of the writer as a surprise. The book itself is a curiosity, divided into fiction and autobiography, we fleet, and each section in the two votes, so broken strange day: Hope panic, and so new. In the fictional story, we spent the final hours trapped with a father and his two sons, in the despair of the inclusion, as time goes by and life goes on. Elsewhere Beigbreder crosses Paris, the eternal tired to ask deeper questions. Who were the people in the towers that day? Why do not newspapers report a heart full of displaced man stuck in a window focus – Why have we never been subjected to a recount? Other considerations to follow the dissolution of love, fatherhood, architecture of Paris and humanity. No securities are precariously attached to each chapter, hours and minutes – the tragic reality that all human life is always reduced. One of the few that I read several times. The lasting effect is uncomfortable, as it should be given to the legal subject of the book. A great performance.
Brighton Rock – Graham Greene
pioneering work of Greene, writing in 1938, see the second film in the coming year, more than 60 years after the original – a masterpiece – the cinema. It is not surprising that Pinkie – is enshrined in the modern psyche, daring, is a killer is already applied, and a chapter of excited young, his foot on his elders, and the threat purvey it marked – dark Roman youth gang leader down when one of your crafty rogue in the world of fiction. Green prose – a diluted, packaged style – like no other. Capable of charging a single sentence for cruelty, compassion, love and hate, Brighton Rock, he passes through the resort with the mutilation, which the reader a unique jump into the black-belt land price. Caught in the struggle is the unfortunate Fred Hale, an unhappy worker sent the cards for a newspaper contest. It has been suggested by many sources that its underlying message a critical view of the Catholic morality and sin. For the enthusiastic reader, he is more and more. A captivating journey through the dark side of the sea and beyond.
How the Dead Live – Will Self
Commenting in general on the abnormal is not easy to transcend it is a most ridiculous performance – something, Will Self, tongue-tangling satirist, not as others. The title itself makes the light of the premise of the novel – as the curse continue? For believers, there seems no reason for concern. Moreover, the horrors of the destruction, even after the funeral, when our suffering remains with all kinds of creatures are filled displaced. Photo thing is a little fuzzy, and mixtures of both the arrival of all vessels. Lilly Bloom, 66, a Londoner to die from cancer, died in a life after the death of a London divided into a population cut off from life and death. The following is a vicious satire on the concept of death, and lived desert reflection of life in death. Even verbal weapon is packed than ever before, as we swing through the hinterland of a different world in the eyes of his soul. A difficult read how the dead live, Damian Hirst inspired cover for its survival of the company, is a curiosity, could produce himself, and no other writer who would dare even to their pens.
The Commitments – Roddy Doyle
Often regarded as highly immoral – and rightly so – it would be idle to believe that the letter from Roddy Doyle, a pure comedy and a little more. Beyond the sordid misery and endless relentless bollix ass and Feck, the heart is the truest cataloguers of the Irish character. It is, I am not unwilling to come to give his opinion, the greatest writer of this coast in modern times. With this novel – later made into a movie very much appreciated – we have the first of the Barrytown trilogy hilarious that later gave us the irrepressible The Snapper and The Van. Again, as with most of the writings of Doyle, we are in the 80s thrown in Dublin, with all its concrete blocks crumbling flat and dead dreams. Unemployment, the reputation, the present resolution, we announced a collection of vacuum cleaners unemployed full of dreams of a group soul of the whole world. Vacuous dirt Dublin presented with honesty, cut Doyle comic dialogue par excellence sadness with moments of pure hilarity. As always, the final end of a chaotic, full of farce and frustration of a country’s economic decline. But humanism shines through Doyle, with large slices of the ongoing dialogue – the only overflow gutter slang of the working class of Dublin – make the novel at once profoundly comic life, human, and very true to fact. Shoite ol fecking brilliant.
Ham on Rye – Charles Bukowski
Here is a warning: I am a bit cheeky here, in view of what is above all fiction, and what will happen afterwards, because fall during Buk terrible stories under the support they need during the back-catalog has never been reluctant too, is mostly autobiographical. Only 99%, or thereabouts, I jump on the remains of tiny, if I can. Threaded hole in ’82, ham on rye bread, we introduced in the early years of Henry Chinaski – his main character, slightly veiled, alcoholics and sex alter ego. It is perhaps the revelation of his novels – we meet the other Chinaski view the strangeness of growth by impressionable young Henry, still leaks, eyes and endure the suffering of young people: acne attacks, violent beatings by parents who love. The prose is classic Buk – faster completely unpretentious, heavy use of dialogue and snappy lines = than any other of his works runs. The nature of work later, Henry – Found locked in Dingler covers the post, Factotum and Women – is deeply rooted in his younger self as he plundered from Los Angeles, an awkward loner, and in trouble the relentless torture of adolescence. Although it is not his first book, it should be noted that the series would be better to read chronologically, with no reason other than Henry needs a friend as he goes down – maybe even up to – in one of the world’s production No fiction lost fear. ” » Read more: 14 Books I Think Many Would Like – But Who Knows
