Aldo Gustavo Ribeiro Gustavo Ribeiro itibaren Texas
A very different book than I usually read, but somehow it moved me, and it will defeitly stay with me a while. :)
Excruciatingly hard to get into- and in the end still never cared. I think it was a combination of the choppy style and that I just didn't care enough about majority of the characters. Had it been more like the middle during the war, it could have captured my attention but I finished it mainly because I had been trying to read it for so long.
A lot of people say Isherwood was the best writer of his generation. They leave out the part about his being a mystic nut-job. Worn out on Christian dualism and the War (not everyone thought it was a moral War), he expatriated to Santa Monica to write movie scripts and started talking to a previously normal friend who had fallen in with some Swami. This is so unpretentiously, beautifully written. Here is a random paragraph: This kind of playing at meditation filled me with an excitement which I have seldom felt since. It was most exciting to sit on teh floor in a corner of the room, in the darkness of early morning or evening, and feel that one was face to face with the unconscious--made exciting, like all flirtations, by the eventual possibility of "doing something about it."