Isola con fantasmi

Cosmic Intersections The world isn’t what goes around inside our heads, but what our heads go around inside. Context is contents. And I don’t mean air, sights, and smells as context. I mean other heads. It is these other heads that supply us with language, opinion, and prejudice, lots of prejudice, w Leggi tutto

Everything in this world resembles something else so Ghosts vaguely echoes The Tempest by William Shakespeare. And the island is something between Aeaea – Circe’s home isle, and the Land of Nod – the place of Cain’s exile. Extraordinary the look of things at dusk then, it might have been another Leggi tutto

here is the thing about banville. about the perfection of his prose. you can be 38 pages into this book and read "I too was eager already for change, for disorder, for the mess and confusion that people make of things...Company, that was what we wanted, the brute warmth of the presence of others to

CRITIQUE: The Return of a Questionable Narrator "Ghosts" is a worthy sequel to "The Book of Evidence". John Banville evidently decided that he hadn't finished with the character, Freddie Montgomery, and the intrigues that might surround him in the parallel worlds in which he lived. Indeed, Banville

Some people are ghosts, even when they are alive. This is what makes this a horror story; people. When it is the usual stream of consciousness fare that it is. Who writes more beautiful prose than Banville? Absolutely no one. This isn't actually a ghost story, of course. But if you love rare words an Leggi tutto

A very, very strange book. It’s obvious that the protagonist knows more than he is telling and he well could be just out and out, lying. None of the character are particularly likable, and they all have a past they would rather not talk about or have known. Frankly I couldn’t make heads or tails of Leggi tutto

Ratings (1 to 5) Writing: 4 Plot: 2 Characters: 2 Emotional impact: 2 Overall rating: 2.5 Notes Favorite character(s): Favorite quotes: "...the wind of something that was almost happiness wafted through them all." p.7 "He had a disjointed, improvised air, as if he had been put together in haste from disparat Leggi tutto

Worlds within worlds. They bleed into each other. I am at once here and there, then and now, as if by magic. I think of the stillness that lives in the depths of mirrors. It is not our world that is reflected there. It is another place entirely, another universe, cunningly made to mimic ours. Anythi Leggi tutto

Confusingly, This guy gets a lot of grief on here for being pretentious. But, to me it is an authentic pretentiousness, like art is. Very unlike David Foster Wallace who tries to sound cooler than you or Michael Chabon who tries to sound smarter (and who prolly are.).

L'isola è il mio elemento naturale, un mondo a sé, in cui tutto acquista un valore diverso, forse per via dell'acqua che fa da confine e da limite allo stesso tempo. Anche la luce e il cielo ne sono condizionati, e di conseguenza il modo in cui vediamo gli oggetti e percepiamo il tempo. L'isola di Ba Leggi tutto