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李 沁 15732138573285b — Monday Starts on Saturday, the most well-known of the Strugatskys' books in Russia, would seem to be the apotheosis of the brothers' throw-everything-into-the-cauldron approach, bringing together science and magic, Russian folktales and Greek mythology, Merlin and Walt Whitman, mermaids and vampires, statistics equations and the Upanishads, and much, much more... none of which seems particularly well-imagined, or important. When there are so many points of reference, none of them stable, it's hard to get too emotionally attached. Unlike, say, Pynchon at his best, in this particular maximalist approach the references don't even seem to constitute any great web of significance—they're all pretty much dead ends (and the humor is pretty lame, too). Even at the level of imagery, the folktale surrealism on offer here (log hut on chicken legs, psaltery-playing cat, talking fish) compares unfavorably with the limited number of mysterious-in-purpose but specific-in-form objects in Roadside Picnic, which manages to be both scary and emotionally resonant (because different characters projected their own desires on to them). This aggressive eclecticism might have seemed a heady mix in the Soviet 1960s, and it doesn't exactly seem dated, but I have a hard time imagining its contemporary appeal outside of the former USSR.

Maen Altengi _r_aen — This book is a literary masterpiece. If you are a fan of adventure stories give this a try. To quote Goldman, it has: "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles." The plot is a brilliantly told. Any exposition or "boring" parts are told through a hilarious interlude from the author. When I first read it, I thought that it actually was written by S Morgenstern! That just shows the quality of the work. All the characters are entertaining and a beauty to behold. No arguments here. As previously mentioned by Goldman, there is torture and violence, but it's handled tastefully. There might be some profanity, but I don't recall much. The Good: The plot, the characters, the pace, the writing, the fact that it's movie is just as good (though some might say that this is barely better). The Bad: Nothing comes to mind. Now go read it!

Tim Uppi timmiuppa — I am reading this for my book group - which always makes me stretch in terms of my choices. Mary Oliver is a close observer of nature and is a poet. Neither very comfortable for me but I am working on it. Here is a sample of her thoughts that I like very much:"What does it mean that the earth is so beautiful? And what shall I do about it? What is the gift that I should bring to the world? What is the life I should live?"

Luís Lima luismlima — I was unimpressed, to put it simply. Nothing happened throughout the entire book. The writing was nice but it was just like reading about interconnected boring, normal lives. I'm probably too young to appreciate the beauty of this.

Kristopher Bazen krisbazen — I was bothered by the author's presence through the first half of this book, but it started to make sense after that and, by the end, seemed necessary. More than anything I'm now thinking about books as artifacts vs. their content. On the whole, I come down on the side that books are important for the words. I love language and ideas, and those are present in any form. But it's also true that some enjoyment of reading comes from the sensual immediacy of a book in hand that won't ever be replicated by my Kindle.