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Fragments v. 2.0
- Thread starter Wabbit
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Jenem said:
Took me a little while to figure out the dialogue thing myself
I am not starting the 'how quickly do you read' debate again but I think I had extra difficulty with this style of writing because I do read quickly and I think it would definately help to take your time with this one. Having said that, I did think this was a powerful book that really makes you examine how thin the veneer of 'civilisation' actually is - hopefully not as thin as Saramago imagines!
True@1stLight
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Lyra said:Took me a little while to figure out the dialogue thing myself
On the contrary, after looking at it, I implore that it is.
True@1stLight
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By the way Wabbit, you owe me nothing. In actuality I owe you, I am but halfway through it, but Was continues to astonish me. The pure reality of life with the idealism stripped away. I hope you are enjoying the Moviegoer, the very reason I liked it, is the reason I like Was. Was is much more abrasive in approaching the falsity of how things appear, bringing together all perspectives of life into one story. The Moviegoer makes a similar point in a more subtle fashion.
It is as if Was explores the fasad's of life, while the Moviegoer shows what we are without them. A great combination to read close together, and I thank you for your part in allowing it to occur.
It is as if Was explores the fasad's of life, while the Moviegoer shows what we are without them. A great combination to read close together, and I thank you for your part in allowing it to occur.
True@1stLight
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...the men burning houses and barns and horses so that for ten years and more the countryside was an inferno of revenge, broken by a fifth season of arson. The tramps who packed guns and overran whole towns. The old men who went mad with jealousy. The old women who jumped down wells. All those mothers: the ones who carried their children into the rivers, the ones who fed them arsenic and strychnine so that, if they had to die, at least it wouldn't be of epidemic disease...All the men who cleansed the putrescence of their lives with carbolic acid. All the others who killed themselves with the same insecticide they used on the potato bugs...
By the end of the nineteenth century, country towns had become charnel-houses and the counties that surrounded them had become places of dry bones. The land and its farms were filled with the guilty voices of women mourning for their children and the aimless mutterings of men asking about jobs. State, county, and local news consisted of stories of resignation, failure, suicide, madness and grotesque eccentricity. Between 1900 and 1920, 30 per cent of the people who lived on farms left the land...
The people who left the land came to the cities not to get jobs, but to be free from them, not to get work but to be entertained, not to be masters but to be charges. They followed the yellow brick roads to emerald cities presided over by imaginary wizards who would permit them to live in happy adolescence for the rest of their lives...It is this adolescent city culture, created out of the desperate needs and fantasies of people fleeing from the traps and tragedies of late nineteenth century counry life, that still inspires us seventy years later.
pg. 145 WAS by Geoff Ryman quoted from Micheal Lesy
By the end of the nineteenth century, country towns had become charnel-houses and the counties that surrounded them had become places of dry bones. The land and its farms were filled with the guilty voices of women mourning for their children and the aimless mutterings of men asking about jobs. State, county, and local news consisted of stories of resignation, failure, suicide, madness and grotesque eccentricity. Between 1900 and 1920, 30 per cent of the people who lived on farms left the land...
The people who left the land came to the cities not to get jobs, but to be free from them, not to get work but to be entertained, not to be masters but to be charges. They followed the yellow brick roads to emerald cities presided over by imaginary wizards who would permit them to live in happy adolescence for the rest of their lives...It is this adolescent city culture, created out of the desperate needs and fantasies of people fleeing from the traps and tragedies of late nineteenth century counry life, that still inspires us seventy years later.
pg. 145 WAS by Geoff Ryman quoted from Micheal Lesy
veggietarrain
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Night by Elie Wiesel
Page 11
Page 11
True@1stLight said:By the way Wabbit, you owe me nothing. In actuality I owe you, I am but halfway through it, but Was continues to astonish me. The pure reality of life with the idealism stripped away. I hope you are enjoying the Moviegoer, the very reason I liked it, is the reason I like Was. Was is much more abrasive in approaching the falsity of how things appear, bringing together all perspectives of life into one story. The Moviegoer makes a similar point in a more subtle fashion.
It is as if Was explores the fasad's of life, while the Moviegoer shows what we are without them. A great combination to read close together, and I thank you for your part in allowing it to occur.
PHEW! Glad that you like the book!
I am still working my way though "Love in the time of Cholera" Yes, im slow...
I'll let you know what I think of "movie" when I read it! If it's similar to "Was" then I am sure to enjoy!Chacko said that in Pappachi's case it meant 2) Bring mind into certain state. Which, Chacko said, meant, tha Pappachi's mind had been brought into a state which made him like the English.
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"To understand history, Chacko said, "we have to o inside and listen to what they're saying. And look at the books and the pictures on the wall. And smeill the smells."
Pp 51, The God of Small Things, a novel by Arundhati Roy.
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"To understand history, Chacko said, "we have to o inside and listen to what they're saying. And look at the books and the pictures on the wall. And smeill the smells."
Pp 51, The God of Small Things, a novel by Arundhati Roy.
The previous one is what i am reading now. But i would like to post the following fragament i liked when i read Everything is Illuminated.
"So there would be proof that she existed," the hero said. " what?" "evidence. Documentation. Testimony." i told this to Augustine. " but a ring is not needed for this. people can remember without the ring. And when those people forget, or die, then no one will know about the ring. " i told this to the hero. " but the ring could be a reminder, he said. " everytime you see it, you think of her. " i told Augustine what the hero said. " No,"she said. " I think it was in case of this. in case someone should come searching one day." I could not perceive if she was speaking to me or to hte hero. " So that we would have something to find," I said. " NO," she said. " The rieng does not exist for you. You exist for the ring . The ring is not in case of you. You are in case of the ring."
pp. 192, Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer.
"So there would be proof that she existed," the hero said. " what?" "evidence. Documentation. Testimony." i told this to Augustine. " but a ring is not needed for this. people can remember without the ring. And when those people forget, or die, then no one will know about the ring. " i told this to the hero. " but the ring could be a reminder, he said. " everytime you see it, you think of her. " i told Augustine what the hero said. " No,"she said. " I think it was in case of this. in case someone should come searching one day." I could not perceive if she was speaking to me or to hte hero. " So that we would have something to find," I said. " NO," she said. " The rieng does not exist for you. You exist for the ring . The ring is not in case of you. You are in case of the ring."
pp. 192, Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer.
Catalyst
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Silverthorn by Raymond E. Feist pg 290
Pug looked up and, more than anything appeared suddenly fatigued, as if the weight of two worlds once again was his to bear. Finally he spoke, slowly. 'When Rogen was at last freed of the pain, the last words he spoke were "the Darkness, the Darkness." That is what he saw behind those two figures. The Darkness Rogen saw spoke these words "Intruder, whoever you are, wherever you are, know my power is coming. My servant prepares the way. Tremble, for i come. As was in the past, so shall be in the future, now and forever. Taste my power." He, it, must have somehow reached out and touched Rogen then, causing the terror, the pain.'
Kulgan said, 'How can this be?'
Softly, Hoarsely, Pug spoke. 'I do not know, old friend. But now a new dimension is added to the mystery of who seeks Aruthra's death and what lies behind all the black arts thrown at him and his allies.'
Pug buried his face in his hands a moment, then looked around the room. Gamina clung to Katala, and all eyes were upon Pug.
Dominic said, 'But there is something else.' He looked at Kasumi and Katala. 'What is that tongue? i heard it as well as you, as i heard Rogen's foreign words, but i know it not at all.'
It was Kasumi who said, 'The words were.....ancient, a language used in the temples. I could only understand a little. But the words were Tsurani.'
this is the second book, after the book Magician. im finding this series ok, but quite similar to the Lord of the Rings.
amy
Pug looked up and, more than anything appeared suddenly fatigued, as if the weight of two worlds once again was his to bear. Finally he spoke, slowly. 'When Rogen was at last freed of the pain, the last words he spoke were "the Darkness, the Darkness." That is what he saw behind those two figures. The Darkness Rogen saw spoke these words "Intruder, whoever you are, wherever you are, know my power is coming. My servant prepares the way. Tremble, for i come. As was in the past, so shall be in the future, now and forever. Taste my power." He, it, must have somehow reached out and touched Rogen then, causing the terror, the pain.'
Kulgan said, 'How can this be?'
Softly, Hoarsely, Pug spoke. 'I do not know, old friend. But now a new dimension is added to the mystery of who seeks Aruthra's death and what lies behind all the black arts thrown at him and his allies.'
Pug buried his face in his hands a moment, then looked around the room. Gamina clung to Katala, and all eyes were upon Pug.
Dominic said, 'But there is something else.' He looked at Kasumi and Katala. 'What is that tongue? i heard it as well as you, as i heard Rogen's foreign words, but i know it not at all.'
It was Kasumi who said, 'The words were.....ancient, a language used in the temples. I could only understand a little. But the words were Tsurani.'
this is the second book, after the book Magician. im finding this series ok, but quite similar to the Lord of the Rings.
amy
True@1stLight
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Badness had not been enough. Badness had not protected her. It was a shield that had cracked. So she was deprived even of that proud sensation. She was not bad; she was nothing, a hole. She was an adult.
~ Was by Geoff Ryman
~ Was by Geoff Ryman
Irene Wilde
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I know I already posted to this thread, but this paragraph is still making me giggle.
Though the logic of the situation led me to regard the future with reasonable optimism, the convergence of all those I SAW YOUs on a single point in my life, a convergence surely fortuitous, due to special conditions of interstellar visibility (the single exception was one celestial body where, corresponding to that same date, a sign appeared saying WE CAN'T SEE A DAMN THING), kept me in a constant state of nerves.
-- Italo Calvino, "Cosmicomics"
Irene Wilde
Though the logic of the situation led me to regard the future with reasonable optimism, the convergence of all those I SAW YOUs on a single point in my life, a convergence surely fortuitous, due to special conditions of interstellar visibility (the single exception was one celestial body where, corresponding to that same date, a sign appeared saying WE CAN'T SEE A DAMN THING), kept me in a constant state of nerves.
-- Italo Calvino, "Cosmicomics"
Irene Wilde
Share a fragment from the book you are reading right now at this moment. Share something beautiful or profound from the pages of your book.
Note it's the book you are reading and the page number you quote from. We can get a glimpse into what each of us is reading now, read something beautiful, and maybe be inspred to buy another book! ( like we need that )
Eva Luna by Isabel Allende - Page 3
My father, an Indian with yellow eyes, came from the palce where the hundred rivers meet; he smelled of lush growing things and he never looked directly at the sky, because he had grown up beneath a canopy of trees, and the light seemed indecent to him. Consuelo, my mother, spent her childhood in an enchanted region where for centuries adventurers have searched for the city of pure gold that the conquistadors saw when they peered into the abyss of their own ambitions.
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)Eva Luna by Isabel Allende - Page 3
My father, an Indian with yellow eyes, came from the palce where the hundred rivers meet; he smelled of lush growing things and he never looked directly at the sky, because he had grown up beneath a canopy of trees, and the light seemed indecent to him. Consuelo, my mother, spent her childhood in an enchanted region where for centuries adventurers have searched for the city of pure gold that the conquistadors saw when they peered into the abyss of their own ambitions.
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cajunmama
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Ada Blackjack by Jennifer Niven
page 11
If she was ever going to be able to bring Bennett home again, she would have to save as much money as she could. It was not easy for a mother to be away from her only child, to know that she wasn't able to care for him or heal him or give him what he needed. Ada hoped that it would only be a matter of time before she and Bennett were reunited and living together again, under the same roof.
page 11
If she was ever going to be able to bring Bennett home again, she would have to save as much money as she could. It was not easy for a mother to be away from her only child, to know that she wasn't able to care for him or heal him or give him what he needed. Ada hoped that it would only be a matter of time before she and Bennett were reunited and living together again, under the same roof.
hay82
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And as the sun went down, the muddy water took on a reddish tinge, a tinge that grew and spread and darkened until it seemed as if the Fevre Dream moved upon a flowing river of blood. Then the sun vanished behind the trees and the clouds, and slowly the blood darkened, going brown as blood does when it dries, and finally black, dead black, black as the grave. March watched the last crimson eddies vanish. No stars came out that night. He went down to supper with blood on his mind.
George R R Martin - Fevre Dream, page 88
George R R Martin - Fevre Dream, page 88