Literatura

[Raddz]

E agora vou-me atirar a isto:

Done Haverá mais em Setembro... agora devo começar a ler isto:

[pantufa]

Gabriel Garcia Marquez perdeu a memória e não voltará a escrever


http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/gabriel-g ... er-1553879

Mais um exemplo de que só os bons é que se fodem. Parece que vamos ter a margarida rebelo pinto e outros que tais por perto por muitos anos. (nem devia incluir o nome dessa gaja neste posto)

[Grimner]

Gabriel Garcia Marquez perdeu a memória e não voltará a escrever


http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/gabriel-g ... er-1553879

Mais um exemplo de que só os bons é que se fodem. Parece que vamos ter a margarida rebelo pinto e outros que tais por perto por muitos anos. (nem devia incluir o nome dessa gaja neste posto)

Mas essa não precisa de memória, só de alguém que lhe mude o nome às personagens.


Re: As memórias de Adriano, espera um romance histórico diferente.

[Last Light]

Gabriel Garcia Marquez perdeu a memória e não voltará a escrever


http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/gabriel-g ... er-1553879

Mais um exemplo de que só os bons é que se fodem. Parece que vamos ter a margarida rebelo pinto e outros que tais por perto por muitos anos. (nem devia incluir o nome dessa gaja neste posto)

Mas essa não precisa de memória, só de alguém que lhe mude o nome às personagens.

Ela precisa de um bom jorro esbranquiçado na cara.

Algumas peripécias dessa escritora:
http://comunidade.sol.pt/blogs/leituras ... B00_-.aspx
http://www.dn.pt/inicio/interior.aspx?content_id=638247
http://www.dn.pt/inicio/interior.aspx?content_id=640694

[Necrophilvs]

Apenas folheei as primeiras páginas. Promete



"Description

I like to refer to the project as my ‘autobiography’ since it makes me sound terribly important. J It’s actually the story of a decade or so of my life I spent living, in the aforementioned countries, with a wolf. The wolf is the star – I’m just an insignificant extra bumbling around in the background. Now complete and available to buy this is an adaptation from an earlier version of the book.
Chapter One - THE CLEARING

1.


This is a book about a wolf called Brenin. For more than a decade of my life during most of the nineties and some of the noughties - he lived with me. As a consequence of sharing the life of a rootless and restless intellectual he became an extraordinarily well-travelled wolf, living in the U.S., Ireland, England, and, finally, France. He was also the, largely unwilling, beneficiary of more free university education than any wolf that ever lived. As you will see, dire consequences would ensue for my house and possessions should I leave him unattended. So, I had to bring him into work with me - and as I was a philosophy professor, this meant bringing him to my lectures. He would lie in the corner of the lecture room and doze - much like my students really - while I droned on about some or other philosopher or philosophy. Occasionally, when the lectures became particularly tedious, he would sit up and howl - a habit that endeared him to the students, who had probably been wishing they could do the same thing.

This is also a book about what it means to be human - not as a biological entity but as a creature that can do things no other creature can. In the stories we tell about ourselves, our uniqueness is a common refrain. According to some of us, this consists in our ability to create civilization, and so protect ourselves from nature, red and raw in tooth and claw. Others say our uniqueness lies in the fact that we are the only creatures that can understand the difference between good and evil, and therefore that we are the only creatures who are truly capable of being good or evil. Some say we are unique because we have reason; we are rational animals alone in a world of irrational brutes. Others think it is our use of language that decisively separates us from dumb animals. Some say we are unique because we alone are capable of free choice and action. Others claim our uniqueness lies in the fact that we alone are capable of love. Some claim that we alone are capable of understanding the nature and basis of true happiness. Others say we are unique because we alone can understand that we are going to die.

I don't believe any of these stories - not as accounts of a critical gulf between us and other creatures. What is truly unique about humans is not reflected in any of these stories. Some of the things we think they can't do, they can. And some of the things we think we can do, we can't. As for the rest: well, it's mostly a matter of degree rather than kind. Instead, our uniqueness lies simply in the fact that we tell these stories - and, what's more, we can actually get ourselves to believe them. If I wanted a one sentence definition of human beings, this one would do: humans are the animals who actually believe the stories they tell about themselves. Humans are credulous animals. In these dark times, it does not need emphasizing that the stories we tell about ourselves can be the biggest source of division of one human from another. From credulity, there is often but a short step to hostility. But I am concerned with the stories we tell to distinguish ourselves not from each other but from other animals: the stories we tell about what makes us human. Each story has, what we might call, a dark side; each story casts a shadow. The shadow of the story is to be found behind what the story says; here you will find what the story shows. And this is likely to be dark in at least two ways. First of all, what the story shows is often a deeply unflattering, even disturbing, facet of human nature. Second, what the story shows is often difficult to see. The two senses are not unconnected. We humans have a pronounced facility for passing over the aspects of ourselves we find distasteful. And this extends to the stories we tell to explain ourselves to ourselves.

The wolf is, of course, the traditional, if unfairly selected, representative of the dark side of humanity. This is, in many ways, ironic - not least etymologically. The Greek word for wolf is lukos; and this is so close to the word for light, leukos, that the two were often associated. It may be that this association was simply the result of mistakes in translation. Or it may be that there was a deeper etymological connection between the two words. But, for one reason or the other, Apollo was regarded both as the god of the sun and god of wolves. In Latin too, the word for wolf, lupus, and the word for light, lucis, are close enough to suggest more than mere coincidence. And in this book, it is the connection between the wolf and the light that is important. Think of the wolf as the clearing in the forest. In the bowels of the forest, it may be too dark to see the trees. The clearing is the place that allows what was hidden to be uncovered. The wolf, I shall try to show, is the clearing in the human soul. The wolf uncovers what was hidden in the stories we tell about ourselves what those stories show but do not say.

In this book, we stand in the shadow of the wolf. Something can cast a shadow in two ways: by occluding light, or by being the source of light that other things occlude. We talk of the shadows cast by a man and those cast by a fire. By the shadow of the wolf, I mean not the shadow cast by the wolf itself, but the shadows we cast from the light of the wolf. And staring back at us from these shadows is precisely what we don't want to know about ourselves. "

Mark Rowlands

[abyssum]

[Vooder]

Faz lembrar a capa de um disco qq, não me lembro agora. Acho que é uma banda alemã de BM

[Karamazov [RIP 2012/07/27]]

Estive uns dias na Praia da Luz e em Lagos vi numa mini feira do livro este tesouro:



Edição de 1962, com papel bem gasto e amarelado e até o que deduzo ser cera de vela, uma relíquia portanto. Não resisti e trouxe então o "livro mais triste de Portugal"...

[Brunhu]

Faz lembrar a capa de um disco qq, não me lembro agora. Acho que é uma banda alemã de BM

Foi logo o que me veio à cabeça!

A base é a mesma mas o tratamento é diferente!

[death lover]

Estive uns dias na Praia da Luz e em Lagos vi numa mini feira do livro este tesouro:



Edição de 1962, com papel bem gasto e amarelado e até o que deduzo ser cera de vela, uma relíquia portanto. Não resisti e trouxe então o "livro mais triste de Portugal"...

É sobre leilões? (brincando)

[Karamazov [RIP 2012/07/27]]

Estive uns dias na Praia da Luz e em Lagos vi numa mini feira do livro este tesouro:



Edição de 1962, com papel bem gasto e amarelado e até o que deduzo ser cera de vela, uma relíquia portanto. Não resisti e trouxe então o "livro mais triste de Portugal"...

É sobre leilões? (brincando)

Image corrected!

[Cthulhu_Dawn]

E não sei porquê lembrei-me disto...



Go figure. Mas "The rabbi's name is Jesus. Killing them should be easy" é excelente.

[Sethlad]

Ando a ler em paralelo esta obra prima:


com isto:


O primeiro está a ser verdadeiramente fabuloso, já os floreados do Oliveira Martins estão a testar a minha resistência...

[meninobesta]

Ando a ler em paralelo esta obra prima:

muito, muito bom! é preciso ser um ilustrador maratonista para ter conseguido fazer isto! a conjunção do texto com a arte faz disto uma obra prima!

PS: finalmente outro dia acabei a história do arqueiro do Cornwell... o admito que o ultimo livro é muito menos épico que todos os outros, mas em pós-análise atendendo à história em causa, não poderia ter acabado de outra maneira

[Vooder]

Faz lembrar a capa de um disco qq, não me lembro agora. Acho que é uma banda alemã de BM

Foi logo o que me veio à cabeça!

A base é a mesma mas o tratamento é diferente!

Essa mesmo