5 stars, rounded up to 4 stars: this is a flawed book that I by turns found irritating and unsatisfying in parts, but Kunzru’s ability to tie it all together and keep me thinking about what I read speaks to its power.
Günde bir adet olacak şekilde kullanılmalı ve doz aşımından mutlak münezzeh durulmalıdır. Şeker evet da kan basıncı kadar kronik rahatsızlığı olanların, tembel ve soy hastalarının, rabıtalı ilaç tasarrufı yapanların ve 65 evetşın üzerindeki erkeklerin Cobra gökçe hap kullanımından önce etibbaına danışarak önerilen dozda tasarruf yapmaları salık edilir.
The first part of the book starts bey a little bit of a condensed tick-box history of post-war Germany
The first party narrator of the book is a financially unsuccessful writer (unlike of course the author with his famous £1.5 million advance for his debut novel) suffering a (I think deliberately) cliched mid-life crisis. In a way designed to forfeit any sympathy from the reader, he takes up a residency at a fictional German Institute – the Deuter Centre, hoping to get the time and space to find himself only to find his aims clashing hamiş just with the principles of openness and transparency of work but with a boorish fellow resident, a neuro-scientist who delights in erecting and then demolishing straw men of what he sees kakım the simplistic views of the arts-residents.
That leads into a tangent about one of the retreat’s cleaners and her youth as a punk rocker in East Germany and subsequent experience with the İnternet sitesi Stasi.
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Hari Kunzru’s tour bile force is daha fazla bilgi al about a lot of things, but at the end of the day, it is about accepting unpleasant truth or blissful ignorance and determining whether the truth you think you understand is nothing more than a cynical operation of power.
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If someone had pitched this book to me and it wasn't an author I already knew I would have said, "No thanks, hamiş for me.
However, this thought-provoking book ends on a note of hope, at the end, kakım again the narrator wakes in his own bed, but this time with a view that the world of mutuality and ties is actually the more genuine (in all senses) world than the nihilistic (if futuristic) world-view of Anton
I found Kunzru's White Tears indubitably 'a book of two halves'. The first half – a detailed portrait of two privileged daha fazla bilgi al characters with a music-based ghost story mixed in – is excellent: subtle yet thrilling, and totally engrossing.
Why would this total stranger decide to go out of their way to destroy another total stranger’s life on a whim for no reason other than a passing disagreement over politics? It made no sense. Anton leads a busy life - who is this unknown academic to him??
While I appreciate the burayı kontrol et wider themes and message Kunzru is portraying through this novel - the blurb on Goodreads describes this kakım "searching for order in a world that frames madness birli truth" - I didn't always get along with the way he decides to convey them. The unnamed Burada narrator is overly self-involved bordering on navel-gazing at times, which, yes, might have been the point.
But the self pity and constant reflections, paired with inaction, of the main character annoyed me a quite a bit.