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Orwell vs. Huxley
“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.”
– Neil Postman-“Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business”
The Hunt, de Andrew Fukuda
The Hunt este prima carte dintr-o noua serie de Young Adult, care pentru mine a reprezentat prima carte cu vampiri de acest gen pe care am citit-o.
Este o distopie (genul meu preferat) care prezinta un viitor in care vampirii au cucerit lumea, iar fiintele umane sunt o specie pe cale de disparitie.
In societatea vampirilor reusesc insa sa traiasca si oameni care fac tot posibilul sa isi ascunda caracteristicile umane specifice: miros, fire de par, zambete etc., care i-ar transforma in victime sigure ale celor din jur.
Si in aceasta lume, se organizeaza o loterie ai carei castigatori participa la o vanatoare de oameni crescuti in laborator, special pentru acest scop, pentru divertismentul maselor de vampiri, majoritatea nemaivazand un om de foarte mult timp.
Printre castigatori se afla, desigur, si personajul principal, un adolescnt om, care a fost instruit intreaga sa viata de tatal sau pentru a parea vampir si a fi in siguranta la scoala si in viata de zi cu zi (noapte de noapte, mai exact).
Cartea urmeaza aventurile acestuia pana la inceperea vanatorii, pe care va invit sa le descoperiti citind cartea, daca va pasioneaza genul.
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Delirium Series by Lauren Oliver
De cand a inceput sa imi placa sa citesc dystopian young adult, un singur lucru imi sta asa pe creier cand vine vorba de cartile astea. Marea lor majoritate sunt foarte cinematografice, sunt un fel de scenariu mai stufos, numai bune de adaptat pentru marele ecran, asteptand cu toatele contractul care sa le asigure tocmai asta. Si desi nu e neaparat ceva rau, nuanta asta mercantilista ma face sa le vad mai putin valoroase. Dar altfel, imi plac destul de mult.
O poezie
Lola a tradus numai ultima parte, dar pe mine m-a impresionat toata… Intr-un mod ciudat. M-a facut sa ma panichez nejustificat, sa simt o teama irationala, greu de inlaturat pe moment.. Vi-o copiez si voua..
The Genius Of The Crowd
Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
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Back from Budapest
Am fost cam zombie azi toata ziua, insa Budapesta e superba.
Note to self: Data viitoare cand mai mergi la vizitat, sa imi iau o pereche de papuci pe care am purtat-o de cel putin 2 ori inainte. Asta daca nu vreau sa mai merg kilometri intregi calcand ca pe ace.
Iar WizzAir e degeaba la capitolul punctualitate. Doua ore intarziere la dus, una jumate la intors. Speram sa avem mai mult noroc duminica.
The Walking Dead: Rise of The Governor by Robert Kirkman
Daca va place serialul, cititi comicurile. Dupa ce ati citit comicurile, cititi si cartea asta, prima din trilogia anuntata.
Zombies, oameni vii care ajung sa fie mai degraba ei the walking dead decat the Biters, the Walkers, the Roamers, the Lurkers, the Floaters, the Lame-Brains (sau ce alt nume au primit de-a lungul intamplarilor din serie), heart-breaking moments, momente in care simti la randul tau furia sau frustrarea personajelor, personaje de care te atasezi si de care ti-e greu sa te desparti, si un final neasteptat intr-o oarecare masura daca ati citit intai comicurile, adica toate ingredientele unui roman apocaliptic, cu o usoara nuanta de banda desenata fara desene.
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La sugestia Carolei, voi incerca sa scriu cate o scurta recenzie pentru fiecare carte pe care am citit-o (relativ recent) sau pe care o voi citi.
Enjoy :)
Brasov, again
Sunt la Brasov de 10 zile. Si nu plec maine, plec luni. Si imi place asa de mult. Si as mai sta. Dar in acelasi timp abia astept sa plec. Zilele astea mi-am dat seama ca Brasovul e un oras al amintirilor pentru mine. Am mers asa de mult pe jos, m-am plimbat pe drumuri pe care le faceam zilnic cu ani in urma si fiecare pas era o amintire. Am eu acest “talent”, aceasta memorie afectiva care ma copleseste uneori.
My Favourite Bible Excerpt
I’m not much of a Bible fan, but this excerpt moves me.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never falls.
Young Adult
Dragostea nu trebuie să dureze o viață decât dacă ești cu persoana respectivă. Dragostea nu trebuie să supraviețuiască despărțirii. Speranța unei reîmpăcări nu trebuie să existe. Nu este de admirat omul care ani după ce relația s-a încheiat încă suspină la gândul fostului partener. Trebuie compătimit. Este o nebunie să nu treci peste ce a fost.
Cred că abia după ce am vazut filmul ăsta, Young Adult (thanks, Deni), am realizat toate astea. Nu m-am mai gândit de mult la lucruri de genul, însă it’s never too late to realize you are sane. Mai ales când ai o tendință bolnăvicioasă de a nu fi.