Monday, September 15, 2014

Book Review : Richard Godwin - Meaningful Conversation (2014)

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Geisha girls are all angry, they are made that way. A life of subservience is calculated to cause that kind of hidden rage. I see it in Anna, a geisha girl in a mask. She thinks she is serving, she believes by trying to make p for her guilt she has placed herself in a position which she sees as beneath her.

I don't know about you, but I've had the what-is-the-purpose-of-art discussion a couple times in my life. There are several school of thoughts on the question, but if you take enough perspective on it, you can gather people in three camps, according to their answer; 1) entertainment 2) inspiration and 3) a vector of new ideas. Richard Godwin's new novel MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS can be filed in the third category, as it's a deconstruction of the very notion of structure in our society. It's a short, extremely ambitious, nihilistic and powerful piece of satire about the hollow core or our existence.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

The 2014 Dead End Follies Vacation Reading List

This is my barely shaved, ''I'm-going-on-vacation-very-fucking-soon'' face. Long story short, every year I'm taking a vacation from work AND from the blog. It's usually one week long, but this year it's for a whopping 16 DAYS! I'm leaving on a road trip across Turkey on September 19 at 11:00 PM, so it means that I'm not going to post from September 20 to October 5 (maybe October 6). That also means that I'm taking a break from the reading queue and I'll be reading whatever I goddamn want for two weeks. 

The 2014 Dead End Follies Vacation Reading List comprises 10 titles that I always wanted to get to, but couldn't due to my blogging obligations. I might not read them in 16 days, but I believe I will and if I don't, I'll simply add the remaining titles to the TBR. So, in reading order:

Friday, September 12, 2014

Book Review : James Clavell - King Rat (1962)

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At night you dreamed. Dreamed about food and women. Your woman. And soon you would enjoy the dreaming more than the waking, and if you were careless you would dream while awake, and the days would run into nights and the night into day. Then there was only death. Smooth. Gentle. It was easy to die. Agony to live. Except for the King. He had no agony.

In my never-ending quest to find the most possible badass public transportation reading, James Clavell ranks very high. Don't get me wrong, reading on the bus is half posturing, so Clavell has an interesting coefficient of book thickness, historical value and straight out alpha male fisticuffs value. He's also known, but not that known. You have to make the effort of seeking him out, unlike Chuck Palahniuk for example. KING RAT was my first Clavell novel and it was a fantastic experience, both in public transportation posturing and in transcendent reading. It's the kind of novel Ernest Hemingway himself would've written, if he had been hired by a Men's Aventure Magazine, had he lived through the sixties.