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Haruki Murakami: Kafka on the beach. Håkan Nesser

the first requirement: the 15-year-old Kafka Tamura runs away from home, away from his uncaring father, the content-free existence. Mother and sister have left home so early that Kafka can not remember them. Led by an diffuse power of fate, Kafka seeks to avoid the oedipal prophecy, which he predicted his father: that he will be united with his mother and sister, killing the father, however. Kafka traveled across Japan to finally end up in a small library, which is led by the enigmatic Mrs. Saeki.

same time we follow the supposedly moronic Mr. Nakata, who can talk to cats and, apparently directed by a foreign will, unwittingly takes Kafka's track. The first lines run parallel to each other slowly, while Kafka and Nakata fulfill their destiny, stepping over the boundaries of consciousness. Since we are dealing with here is indeed Mr. Murakami, should not be surprised if it sometimes rains sardines and leeches, Johnny Walker would be killed and Kafka Tamura's much too smart anyway for a 15-year-olds.

And that brings me to the free program, because what I'm talking about really want is my fascination with the relationship of author to his hero. Oh, dear Murakami-san! No one draws his characters with so much love, warmth, and without fear of labels. Murakami affords the belief in the absolute love, he makes the simple question of the meaning of life, it affords good intentions, and he indulges in fragile, lonely, needy love characters that have the potential to own to overcome fears in favor of a higher purpose.

It is so that some reviewers call it "kitsch", because with such a full package can not handle. Others, however, love the surreal world of Haruki Murakami (probably a classic love-it-or-leave-it-thing), and it should now be no surprise that the ax is among the latter group. A novel by Murakami to be actually read more than once, because he is so rich in remarkable idea that they were not all recorded on first reading. Murakami-san has the rare ability to tell simple and profound ideas to make it accessible to every reader - a feature that I particularly guess. Books that give me new ideas, I wish much, much more often.

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: The wide-meshed net.

One not so nice Janek Mitter wakes in the morning with the worse hangover ever, but without any memory of last night. That alone would be unpleasant, but misses. Mitter Zechtrauma is stored as though something harder: namely, when he stunned staggers into the bathroom, he finds his wife dead in the bathtub. Murdered.

Jane is convinced that he has not killed Eva, but so everyone can say, who remembers nothing. Why does Håkan Nesser Commissioner on Van Veeteren in the coarse-mesh network for the first time the investigation to Janek Mitter (in) to prove guilt.

Sounds like an exciting story that is also made solid, the Commissioner is a typical Schwedenkauz without a private life, the other investigator chronic revised. Clearly, here we are dealing with the relatively new genre "Swedish thriller". The wide-meshed network is not a novel, which leaves me with my mouth open, maybe I'll read it a second time, which is where I think abrupt, bumpy circuit - there would Nesser a few more subtle expressions can conjure up their sleeve . But if you have the sales figures the author leads to heart has Nesser can correct this deficiency in subsequent novels: the walk away like hot cakes.

One thing I do, however, noticed unpleasant: In researching this article I found that numerous reviewers, to put just under the "Hobby critics", the debut of the poor Nesser with Henning Mankell's Wallander series, in a bag searched. They had obviously read all of their Wallander frustrated and rushed to the nearest Sweden, that he kindly fill the gap until the next Wallander. Multiple I read phrases like "the book I was really disappointed because it is not comparable to Mankell" or "The Van Veeteren is not at all like the Wallander, how disappointing. "No, Håkan Nesser is not Mankell clone.

Nesser does not write like Mankell, because he now plays is Nesser. A novel assess bad, because the author dares . copy another authors NOT identical, is surely far from any books love If you really want to read Wallander is to stop buying Wallander, and if there is no longer there. unlucky like I personally know better Nesser Add as less depressed I do not. how things go, but the Wallander'sche sadness makes me somehow finished

I'd recommend the following setting:.. Forest Lake on a sultry summer evening last Bathers, occasional mosquito, a bottle of cold white wine in the refrigerator. Dark green water, the chirping of crickets. Slight burning, this cozy blanket. And there goes your reading experience.

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Leonie Swann: Three Bags Full. Frédéric Beigbeder

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Day 14 A book in which I regularly "Oh, how nice!" would call.

One fine morning, make the sheep from Glenn Kill a chilling discovery: someone has their shepherd George murdered with a spade! Miss Maple, the cleverest sheep in the world probably persuaded their flocks to take even the investigation. For the community does not seem to be interested in solving the murder - and a motive for the attack have also almost all nasty.

Miss Maple uses criminological sent the different talents of their own kind, to solve the case. Glenn Kill is a light, entertaining novel with much wit: the perfect book for a day at the beach or the lake or on the balcony (you will stop at a nice place). The book is written consistently sheep perspective, which is the real charm of the story: we humans and our strange behavior quirks from the point of view to look from ruminants has been that for themselves. Kill the sheep from Glenn are a headstrong, bauer clever bunch - no question that they ultimately draw in their first murder case, the right conclusions. Those looking for serious

draft needs Glenn Kill not only turn over. Hair-raising excitement and dizzying twists you will look in vain. Then reacted with mild Herblassung the reviewers of the major daily newspapers on Swann's debut: too cute, too nice, too trusting. In short, the book is that too little intellectual. Yes my life, then you should maybe stop by this bookstore in and drag with the gaunt woman pinched faces.

There must now know God does not always have to be great literature, I repeat myself in this respect, like a few hundred times and annoying to roll my eyes. Glenn Kill has me in a friendly and fun to read a lot on a summer day, and I can follow the action with three glasses of ice cold rosé in Kopp yet. Now and then you will no longer sometimes than that

creeps me the inkling that feuilletonist elite is somehow fun, free consistently. There you go. If it makes schee.

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: 39.90.

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Day 13 A book in which I can only laugh.
(you already notice the constant "day XY" in the title starts to stress me)

do not know what you mean is: where I can only laugh. "I can only laugh," yes is a formulation that implies condescension and contempt. Understanding the task now, not as a phrase, but takes it literally, it would be another book in which I come not stop laughing. A very funny ham.

I choose to do neither, or both options at once, and select 39.90 by Frédéric Beigbeder. One or the other may make the merriment of the novel in question.

What about now 39.90 of Monsieur Beigbeder? You have to know that the guy enjoys the friendship of his scandal-ridden hand Monsieur Houellebecq, who is said to have incited to the novel. Fits perfectly with the natural habits - write a Nestbeschmutzerbuch to bring your notice and get out with a big bang from the oh-so-hated advertising. Noise and scandal, wonderful. Octave Beigbeder alter ego does in 39.90 exactly this - the supposed secrets of the scene, he reveals to the unsuspecting public in an attempt to deconstruct it and even the evil people advertising the same time. The rat is leaving the ship, but rather brings it to fall, strikes me about the Intention to be.

The title must of course be so and I like it pretty well: the value of the product is defined on the sale price, sale price defines the nature of the goods. In general Octave pulls out all the stops to convince the reader of the absolute depravity of the industry and leaves no cliche. Big cars, women, the inevitable cocaine illustrate Octaves devotional hedonism, which he on the other side to escape so badly to be searched (you must know: Advertising people are looking for a few years in the job always consistently higher meaning in everything and maintain a certain melancholy) . Beigbeder describes pretty vividly, but one should keep in mind that the novel for ten years under his belt and it has not really spectacular these days goes on in advertising agencies. I am so far no known case in the creative decorated the office walls of the customers with their own body fluids or killed in a freaky mood any pensioners had. I would guess a little here Beigbeder romanticized the early nineties. As the good man has a little too deeply into the gripped Glamour box, even if it really exciting and formulated to maintain the reader understands quite well.

What 39.90 but wonderfully creates, is to explain the existence of bad publicity. The structures within the agencies and their relationships to multi-billion dollar clients, the author draws with great precision and amusing realism (which I can confirm first hand, because I have read the novel almost from professional interest and had to constantly bewildered laugh, because really that is received in the daily operations of an agency, So now, without all the blood and the coke). I doubt a little, whether a reader can have outside the industry real fun 39.90 - actually the book is only truly funny when one is reasonably familiar with the operations of an agency. Or maybe it's just so exciting for everyone else because they have a quasi-secret glimpse behind the-scenes received? I just can not judge objectively.

But ultimately, the whole book is a calculated scandal, and that's what bothers me about it: the supposed demonstration of a supposedly veracheteten industry in novel form uses exactly the promotional tools that Octave / Beigbeder so theatrical is to be pilloried. That makes me the whole project in all the formal correctness of moral credibility.

That said, I really wonder what was on 39.90 perceived as so incredibly outrageous. The coke? The hookers? The brand fetishism of the protagonists? The megalomaniac murder? Hmmmm, not really, after all, it is still fiction. Beigbeder mag (eventuell!) pure intentions have been presented, but only as another profile € Roommate cliché advertisers, who can not leave it to permanently to one's own navel circle to say on talk shows provocative things and a strange French American Psycho to stylize. Boring

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