Seize Your Copy Saturday Brought To You By Ian McEwan Compiled As Digital Version
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Но си струва всеки отделен миг за вникване в историята, която ни разказва. Да, стилът е често накъсан, с почти нечетивни пасажи и описания, отклоненията и препратките са сложни и объркани, но такъв е живота на много хора и не е лесно той да бъде пресъздаден, пък било то в рамките на едвачасов времеви прозорец.
Главният герой, Хенри Пъроун е неврохирург, пределно отдаден на работата и семейството си. Интересно е да се проследи, как реагира той при необичайни обстоятелства. Размишленията му са доста различни и разнопосочни. Вълнуват го работата му, музиката, спорта, световната политика, отношенията в семейството му. За някои неща се притеснява, в други е уверен, с някои си няма идея как да се справи.
Допадна ми и описанието на характерите и стремленията на членовете на семейството му. Жена правист, тъст и дъщеря поети, син музикант пъстра палитра от човешки типажи, описана неочаквано живо. Кратките ретроспекции в миналото помогнаха много за настоящето развитие на романа.
Засегната е и темата за втората война в Залива против С. Хюсейн и кървавия му диктаторски режим. За съжаление, много малко хора въобще си спомнят ситуацията преди началото на този конфликт. Аргументите за и против са изложени стройно и много бих желал да науча авторовата позиция сега, след повече от десет години. Не всяка криза има правилно решение, това е основния извод за мен.
С удоволствие ще препрочета тази книга, мисля че повторно вглъбяване в събитията ще има какво да ми даде.
Цитат:
"Родителите оказват малко или никакво влияние върху характера на децата си. "
Скоро четох, че е направено подобно научно проучване и резултатите от него подкрепят този му извод. McEwan is one of my favourite authors and that is why this review is so painful for me, trust me, I put a lot of effort to like this book and understand it, to read between the lines, find a hidden meaning, But I failed to comprehend it, Its meaningless and it frustrates me that I dont know what message McEwan was trying to send,
Saturday is set in, two years after the/attacks and in the middle of Iraq invasion, It presents a single day in narrators life, Harry has a wellpaid job that he loves, perfect wife and two flawless children that he adores, Needless to say they live a comfortable life with a lot of benefits that higher class serves, The plot consists of endless descriptions of how awesome and successful characters are, Harrys wife is a beautiful lawyer who has no negative traits, his son is a handsome and talented blues musician, and his beautiful daughter Daisy is a published poet The only plot line I cared about was Daisys relationship with her grandfather, and even that was underdeveloped.
I can't believe I stumbled upon a McEwan book that I genuinely don't like, The writing is compelling, like always, but the plot is messy, The novel has as low start, I guess that with McEwan its either hit or a miss, Even when things actually happened, they were narrated along with the protagonist's distracting thoughts, This couldve been easily a powerful short story, Sadly, there is nothing controversial or thoughtprovoking in this novel, It even has an americanised ending, I guess this is one of the reasons Im not fond of the novel, The problem is that Im just used to problematic topics in McEwans novels,
Forpages, the protagonist talks about how much he adores his wife, it was unbearable, His life is too perfect, Supposedly, Henry is most gifted brain surgeon of his generation who plays squash and owns an expensive car, How could I connect with the character that has a personality of a Barbie There was no conflict, nothing that seeks resolution, Godawful.
"Saturday" was ponderous, labored, rhetorically thick and therefore perhaps to my mind pretentious, or do I mean pompous It was like a big bloated beer gut, but a beer gut bloated indeed, rendered distended, turgid, and tumescent by the finest chardonnays, Gewurztraminers, and Sauvignon Blancs, sipped quaffed while listening to Bach Partitas.
It was bereft of conciseness, brevity, midgetude, terseness, laconism, abbreviation, and pith, its rather meaningless, hollow sentences curled around each other like vines choking a tree trunk, maybe a turkey oak.
Paragraphs wended, labyrinthinely, toward a ridiculous and pat conclusion, Even when things happened, they were narrated along with the protagonist's meandering thoughts and by thoughts, I mean those electrical impulses traveling from synapse to synapse between the neurons and glial cells in the nodes of the brain as he moved through that last day of the week, also known as Saturday.
This is how I would describe the book if I were writing in the style of, say, Ian McEwan,
Henry Perowne is a busyyearold London neurosurgeon, Saturday, in, two years after the/attacks and as the invasion of Iraq ears, is a single day in his life, We peek in at every thought that crosses this fellows mind over the course and react with him to the events that occur, such as seeing a flaming plane cross the London sky, getting mugged by a trio of toughs, losing a squash match to his buddy.
Ian McEwan from his site Photo Credit: Annalena McAfee
Saturday is no ones notion of an action yarn, and I found myself pining for something more to occur, something to take us out of this guys skull.
But I guess remaining inside it is the point, Later, the toughs invade his home, force his daughter to strip, Not hard to see a/reference in this, He tries to think through a plan, manages to distract the main antagonist and gains some time until other hands jump in, Later he is faced with a choice about whether or not to help the crook Baxter, How does one handle oneself under stress the stresses of modern life the range of considerations in making moral choices, seeing ones children growing up and becoming their own people Contemporary life in the head of an intelligent, thoughtful man.
If not exactly thrilling, ultimately, I felt it was a smart, worthwhile read,
You can find out more about McEwan and his many other works at sitelinkhis site, Rare is the author who can write a compelling story in clear prose, Rarer still is the author who can create fine and distinct layers of meaning while maintaining that
clear narrative, Ian McEwan is one of those authors,
In the tradition of "Mrs, Dalloway," "Saturday" traces the ordinary activities of an ordinary man, neurologist Henry Preowne, Against the backdrop of a huge antiwar march in London, Henry goes about his daily activities a squash game, checking in on his patients at the hospital, getting ready for a dinner with family.
Much as the world changed irrevocably after September, this day is one that will never be forgotten, A minor car accident with a neurologically impaired man has cataclysmic effects for Henry, his family, and the man himself,
Taking on issues of terrorism, war, and duty, "Saturday" is a touching story of the ordinary man trying to do the right thing when "the right thing" isn't clear.
I think that some of the other readers may have had issues with the disparate themes brain surgery, al Qaida, war, terrorism, family because they are not easily tied together, other than to say that those of us who look like terrorists i.
e. , Baxter may have other, nonapparent reasons for our actions, Terrorism is in the eye of the beholder, and the world is full of shades of grey, Those of us who try to take simple stances on tough questions are guilty of limited thinking,
This book is worth a read let it sit with you, and see what connections you make for yourself, .