Norbert Bias từ Mairi, Himachal Pradesh , India

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05/17/2024

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2018-11-19 10:31

Cổ Tích Mới - Bịt Mắt Bắt Kẻ Nói Dối Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nguyên Hương

I really wanted to like this novel. I loved Oz as a child, am always glad to see someone take it up as a subject, and a prequel, Wicked, was pretty good. This one, though, is terrible.[return][return]Liir, the main character, is so thinly drawn he seems almost disembodied, spending most of his time alone wondering who he is and what his place in the world might be. Frankly, it was almost impossible to care, particularly given irritating authorial idiosyncrasies such as Liir's incessant internal monologues concerning his feelings about situation X. Does he feel revulsion? Attraction? Or simply...self recognition? It's breathtaking how dull this becomes after a hundred pages. [return][return]The supporting characters are utterly two dimensional props intended to prompt yet another cascade of self-doubt and identity-confusion in Liir. The one character Maguire really should have fleshed out, the Quadling girl Candle, is left a complete cipher, little more than a human bandaid for Liir in his darkest hours. Later, there is a gay subplot that managed to come across as both gratuitous and drearily inevitable. Liir and his soldier friend Trism (rhymes with...) have at each other in a frigid garret above a little countryside B&B, and the next morning Liir actually complains about his sore bottom as they mount their horses. Despite the fact that Maguire creates no real emotional link between the two, and in fact Trism rejects further advances, Liir spends the rest of the novel wondering whether it might work out after all, if things with Candle go sour. You begin to think that Liir is not merely confused, but possibly not all that bright either. [return][return]There are a handful of excellent scenes, but in a way they only make the novel more disappointing by highlighting the contrast between Maguire's ability to generate atmosphere and his failure to populate his novel with interesting characters. [return][return]Finally, the story is so unresolved that the book has no legs of its own to stand on. It simply hangs forlornly between the crutches of Wicked and whatever book comes next. Unfortunately, having followed the Son of the Witch this far, the prospect of going any farther is completely unappealing.

2018-11-19 17:31

Cơ Bản Là Buồn Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nguyễn Ngọc Thuần

This Author, Valerie Taylor also wrote "Prism," a popular lesbian novel from the mid eighties, and several other books in the Lesbian Pulp Fiction genre. I read them before time began. She had been married with children until she came out, and had one son, possibly two. When I first knew her, she was a dear woman, just past sixty years of age. Her life partner of many years, lesbian Lawyer Pearl Heart, had died just before we met. I was proud to call her my dear friend for years. We visited, chatted and exchanged letters for many years. She published a book of Poetry with another lesbian poet, Jeannette Foster, author Of Sex Variant Women in Literature, a mighty overview of lesbians in literature. She was involved in, and Keynote Speaker at two Lesbian Writer's Conferences in Chicago, organized by Marie Kuda and other lesbian Writers in the Chicago Area. When she retired from her long time job at a clipping service and from her daytime editor job, she moved, First to Margaretville, New York, where she lived in the small town of her dreams. Making a fresh start in life in her early sixties. She had a brief but passionate affair with a widowed straight woman, who broke her heart. She spoke of this woman but once to me, when she later quipped, "These mixed marriages never work out." She had a very bad fall on the ice that winter, and broke some bones. When she recovered, her son helped her move across the country to relocate someplace with no ice. She always had pain where she had broken bones, Tucson, Arizona was the place she chose to rebuild her life from scratch yet another time; this time permanently. She became Mother Goddess to a whole new group of young lesbians, who loved her and lovingly cared for as she aged. A couple or three women moved in to care for her for several years, until she was unable to live at home. Then she moved into a nursing home, where her friends raised money to pay for the cost of her care, and checked on her daily until her quiet death. She died surrounded by her friends, and was mourned Nationally in Lesbian and Gay Media. I, too, mourned her, and took comfort in the fact that she had a productive, full life and was beloved by all who knew her.

Người đọc Norbert Bias từ Mairi, Himachal Pradesh , India

Người dùng coi những cuốn sách này là thú vị nhất trong năm 2017-2018, ban biên tập của cổng thông tin "Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn" khuyến cáo rằng tất cả các độc giả sẽ làm quen với văn học này.