Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel
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I just loved this book and cried so hard when I finished it. Jonathan Safran Foer is an incredible story teller
loti patika stils, visas bildes kas bija utt. tas padarija gramatu loti realu, lasitu velreiz
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Read more over on my blog: http://lisabeanreads.blogspot.de/2017/01/extremely-loud-and-incredibly-close-by.html So I had to read this for my university course about "Literary and Cultural Studies". That was the reason for me to chose this particular class (it's an 8am class, guys!!!); because I expected this book and the discussion about it to be good. Then my teacher turned out to be not so good but I still had this book to look forward to. But... I absolutely hated it. Let's start with the good points though. What I liked were the pages with the pictures and other visual elements (pages just filled with numbers or the lines merging together). On one hand I liked them because they meant I had to read fewer pages and on the other they were interesting (more than the story itself). I think the thought behind them was to include a clever mix of different media to show how 'different' and 'special' Oskar's way of thinking was. The other thing I liked was the switch of perspective and the different kind of portraying those perspectives. Oskar's story was told like a report of events, like he is talking to the reader and telling him what he experienced. The grandparent's tell their stories in letters, which I liked better because it built up more of a personal connection, or at least proposed the opportunity for it. Sadly, there wasn't more I could possibly talk positively about this book. Let's get to the real talk. The character of Oskar was absolutely pretentious. He is supposed to be a 9-year old kid and I accept that he is probably autistic and just has a different way of thinking (which is supposed to be really adult-y and extraordinary) but he didn't seem authentic at all. I hated him, I found him to be so annoying. I just couldn't stand it. On top of that, his mother allowed him to run around New York all on his own and she didn't seem to care at all. That just adds to this inauthentic feeling I got. I did like the grandparents better, but just in comparison to Oskar. In general I found them kind of lacking that special something. Next up would be the plot in general. It just didn't go anywhere. The author built up this beginning with the search for that lock but the conclusion of that was simply unsatisfying and stupid. There wasn't much more to the plot than that. No character development either. Just a very flat and non-suspenseful story. Maybe my opinion stems from my dislike for Foer's writing. It's really pretentious and tries so hard to be deep and meaningful, probably to grab all of those prizes that he got (which I can't understand at all, to be honest!). Some pages just recite encyclopedia entries, simply to fill the pages and probably to show how deep and smart Oskar is thinking. The last point I'm getting to is the fact that the book is advertised with being about the happenings of 9/11 or at least dealing with it. In truth, it doesn't really. Yes, Oskar's father died on 9/11 but Oskar does not really deal with his problems concerning his death, he only uses his father's tragic death as an excuse to be the way he is and to treat his mother badly. All in all, one could say that I hated this book a lot, because of the writing, the boring plot and the inauthentic and badly composed characters. Since I want my ratings to be more precise I decided to do it from a scale from 1 to 10 and this book gets exactly 1 'heart' from me. I only finished it because I had to for university. So I didn't enjoy it at all and wouldn't recommend it. And if you ever have the decision between a class reading this book and another class, chose the other one!!! With that I leave you to enjoy my first ever review on this blog. Here's to hopefully many more of them.
Wenn man selbst schon Menschen verloren hat, die einem sehr nahe standen, dann weiß man, was für ein Trauer-Typ ist. Eher still oder laut, alleine oder unter Menschen, klagend oder deprimiert. Die wenigsten von uns werden aber in ihrer Trauer extrem laut sein und versuchen, unheimliche nahe bei Menschen zu sein. Ich bin auf jeden Fall nicht so ein Typ im Gegensatz zum Protagonisten des Buchs. Oskar ist mit seinen 11 Jahren so ein Junge, der wie ein Borderliner seine Trauer auslebt, nachdem sein geliebter Vater im WTC bei 9/11 umkam. Oft liegt er unter seinem Bett und verkriecht sich vor der Welt. Doch dann findet er eine Aufgabe, die er mit großer Akribie nachgeht. Er findet einen unbekannten Schlüssel im Schrank seinen Vaters im Umschlag, auf dem der Name Black steht. Jetzt muss er die über 400 Blacks in New York abklappern, um das Rätsel zu lösen, das ihm sein Vater hinterlassen haben könnte. Die Nadel im Heuhaufen. Und so wird aus dem Jungen mit der Tendenz zum Asperger ein Sucher und Kämpfer, während seine Mutter und seine Oma eher die stillen Trauernden sind. Die Geschichte wirkt sehr konstruiert, fast schon so unglaublich wie ein Märchen vom Jungen mit dem Schlüssel. Oskars Erzählungen und Rückblicke werden immer wieder von Berichten der Großmutter und anderen Briefen von fremdem Menschen unterbrochen, die in Kriegszeiten Traumata erlebten. Ich hatte etwas Probleme, in die Geschichte hineinzufinden. Zudem ist sie sprachlich sehr einfach erzählt und äußerst amerikanisch in den vielen Redewendungen. What the..? Aber die Konstruktion ist erstaunlich geschickt und so wird auf ganz leichte Art und Weise klar, wie unterschiedlich die Menschen mit Verlust umgehen. Oskar kann sehr anstrengend und verletzend sein, aber am Ende will man den Kleinen einfach nur in den Arm nehmen und ihm wünschen, dass er sein Vater zwar nie vergisst, aber auch Frieden mit dem schlimmsten Tag und seinen verbliebenen Angehörigen findet. Das Buch hat mich am Ende tief berührt, es man sich lange noch beschäftigt und es mich gut unterhalten. Was kann man von Literatur mehr erwarten. Es ist ein ganz besonderes Buch, bei dem sprachliche Finessen keine Rolle spielen. Also Kopf ausgeschaltet und vom ganzen Herzen 5 Sterne.
I find this book very difficult to define; at times laugh out loud funny, at others one of the most serious stories I've ever read. At times a riveting page-turner and at others a book where you can only read a few pages in a day because there is so much depth and meaning to what you are reading. This book is gripping and insightful in ways I never imagined possible. Deeper than almost anything I've ever read and impacting in a way I simply cannot describe. This is a book that will stay with me for a very long time.
I read/saw a lot about 9/11 but I think I never really got it. Not that I got it now. I don't think that's anything you ever fully grasp. Yet, I loved Oskar and his story. My heart broke for him. (I know. That GIF is absolutely not okay.)
Probably one of the best books i read this year, the writing was fantastic, the story was interesting and sad and funny at the same time and just really really good.
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I just loved this book and cried so hard when I finished it. Jonathan Safran Foer is an incredible story teller
loti patika stils, visas bildes kas bija utt. tas padarija gramatu loti realu, lasitu velreiz
rtc
Read more over on my blog: http://lisabeanreads.blogspot.de/2017/01/extremely-loud-and-incredibly-close-by.html So I had to read this for my university course about "Literary and Cultural Studies". That was the reason for me to chose this particular class (it's an 8am class, guys!!!); because I expected this book and the discussion about it to be good. Then my teacher turned out to be not so good but I still had this book to look forward to. But... I absolutely hated it. Let's start with the good points though. What I liked were the pages with the pictures and other visual elements (pages just filled with numbers or the lines merging together). On one hand I liked them because they meant I had to read fewer pages and on the other they were interesting (more than the story itself). I think the thought behind them was to include a clever mix of different media to show how 'different' and 'special' Oskar's way of thinking was. The other thing I liked was the switch of perspective and the different kind of portraying those perspectives. Oskar's story was told like a report of events, like he is talking to the reader and telling him what he experienced. The grandparent's tell their stories in letters, which I liked better because it built up more of a personal connection, or at least proposed the opportunity for it. Sadly, there wasn't more I could possibly talk positively about this book. Let's get to the real talk. The character of Oskar was absolutely pretentious. He is supposed to be a 9-year old kid and I accept that he is probably autistic and just has a different way of thinking (which is supposed to be really adult-y and extraordinary) but he didn't seem authentic at all. I hated him, I found him to be so annoying. I just couldn't stand it. On top of that, his mother allowed him to run around New York all on his own and she didn't seem to care at all. That just adds to this inauthentic feeling I got. I did like the grandparents better, but just in comparison to Oskar. In general I found them kind of lacking that special something. Next up would be the plot in general. It just didn't go anywhere. The author built up this beginning with the search for that lock but the conclusion of that was simply unsatisfying and stupid. There wasn't much more to the plot than that. No character development either. Just a very flat and non-suspenseful story. Maybe my opinion stems from my dislike for Foer's writing. It's really pretentious and tries so hard to be deep and meaningful, probably to grab all of those prizes that he got (which I can't understand at all, to be honest!). Some pages just recite encyclopedia entries, simply to fill the pages and probably to show how deep and smart Oskar is thinking. The last point I'm getting to is the fact that the book is advertised with being about the happenings of 9/11 or at least dealing with it. In truth, it doesn't really. Yes, Oskar's father died on 9/11 but Oskar does not really deal with his problems concerning his death, he only uses his father's tragic death as an excuse to be the way he is and to treat his mother badly. All in all, one could say that I hated this book a lot, because of the writing, the boring plot and the inauthentic and badly composed characters. Since I want my ratings to be more precise I decided to do it from a scale from 1 to 10 and this book gets exactly 1 'heart' from me. I only finished it because I had to for university. So I didn't enjoy it at all and wouldn't recommend it. And if you ever have the decision between a class reading this book and another class, chose the other one!!! With that I leave you to enjoy my first ever review on this blog. Here's to hopefully many more of them.
Wenn man selbst schon Menschen verloren hat, die einem sehr nahe standen, dann weiß man, was für ein Trauer-Typ ist. Eher still oder laut, alleine oder unter Menschen, klagend oder deprimiert. Die wenigsten von uns werden aber in ihrer Trauer extrem laut sein und versuchen, unheimliche nahe bei Menschen zu sein. Ich bin auf jeden Fall nicht so ein Typ im Gegensatz zum Protagonisten des Buchs. Oskar ist mit seinen 11 Jahren so ein Junge, der wie ein Borderliner seine Trauer auslebt, nachdem sein geliebter Vater im WTC bei 9/11 umkam. Oft liegt er unter seinem Bett und verkriecht sich vor der Welt. Doch dann findet er eine Aufgabe, die er mit großer Akribie nachgeht. Er findet einen unbekannten Schlüssel im Schrank seinen Vaters im Umschlag, auf dem der Name Black steht. Jetzt muss er die über 400 Blacks in New York abklappern, um das Rätsel zu lösen, das ihm sein Vater hinterlassen haben könnte. Die Nadel im Heuhaufen. Und so wird aus dem Jungen mit der Tendenz zum Asperger ein Sucher und Kämpfer, während seine Mutter und seine Oma eher die stillen Trauernden sind. Die Geschichte wirkt sehr konstruiert, fast schon so unglaublich wie ein Märchen vom Jungen mit dem Schlüssel. Oskars Erzählungen und Rückblicke werden immer wieder von Berichten der Großmutter und anderen Briefen von fremdem Menschen unterbrochen, die in Kriegszeiten Traumata erlebten. Ich hatte etwas Probleme, in die Geschichte hineinzufinden. Zudem ist sie sprachlich sehr einfach erzählt und äußerst amerikanisch in den vielen Redewendungen. What the..? Aber die Konstruktion ist erstaunlich geschickt und so wird auf ganz leichte Art und Weise klar, wie unterschiedlich die Menschen mit Verlust umgehen. Oskar kann sehr anstrengend und verletzend sein, aber am Ende will man den Kleinen einfach nur in den Arm nehmen und ihm wünschen, dass er sein Vater zwar nie vergisst, aber auch Frieden mit dem schlimmsten Tag und seinen verbliebenen Angehörigen findet. Das Buch hat mich am Ende tief berührt, es man sich lange noch beschäftigt und es mich gut unterhalten. Was kann man von Literatur mehr erwarten. Es ist ein ganz besonderes Buch, bei dem sprachliche Finessen keine Rolle spielen. Also Kopf ausgeschaltet und vom ganzen Herzen 5 Sterne.
I find this book very difficult to define; at times laugh out loud funny, at others one of the most serious stories I've ever read. At times a riveting page-turner and at others a book where you can only read a few pages in a day because there is so much depth and meaning to what you are reading. This book is gripping and insightful in ways I never imagined possible. Deeper than almost anything I've ever read and impacting in a way I simply cannot describe. This is a book that will stay with me for a very long time.
I read/saw a lot about 9/11 but I think I never really got it. Not that I got it now. I don't think that's anything you ever fully grasp. Yet, I loved Oskar and his story. My heart broke for him. (I know. That GIF is absolutely not okay.)
Probably one of the best books i read this year, the writing was fantastic, the story was interesting and sad and funny at the same time and just really really good.