Saeed Madyan Madyan itibaren Moonbah NSW 2627, Avustralya
Çağdaş İran edebiyatının en iyi örneği´.Bu kitap, yaratıcılığın büyük bir demansı ve büyük gerçeküstücülük dozuyla, güçlü büyü-gerçekçilik tarzı ve yazar Sadegh Hedayat'ın zihin durumu altında bir araya geliyor.
Probably my favorite novel. Anthony Burgess plays with the form of the novel, involving everything from the guest foreword to the bookjacket in the telling of three interrelated stories about Freud, Trotsky, and the end of the world. But I'm the only person I know who's read this book, so I've never really been able to discuss it with anyone. Maybe it's not actually as good as I give it credit for.
Very well done. McEwan at the top of his game. He caught me unawares with this one in the middle of a sandwich: "There was a kidney bowl to hand. He retched, but produced nothing. In the folds of skin at the back of his neck were beads of perspiration. The wound was eighteen inches long, perhaps more, and curved behind his knee. The stiches were clumsy and irregular. Here and there one edge of the ruptured skin rose over the other, revealing its fatty layers, and little obtrusions like minature bunches of red grapes forced up from the fissure."
Loved this book! I don't agree with all of Lewis' views on doctrine, but I really appreciate so many of his insights into being a true Christian.