Zeren Joy từ Slatino, Macedonia (FYROM)

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05/05/2024

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2019-06-12 22:30

Ngôi Trường Quái Vật - Tập 2: Ma Cà Rồng Nhà Bên Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Lisi Harrison

A.J. Liebling wrote press criticism for the New Yorker in the 40s and 50s; I’m told that these writings are the apex of the subgenre, better than his writing on boxing and food. His writing in Between Meals, essays about his year spent in Paris in the 20s, learning how to eat and drink, is very good. He’s an excellent storyteller. His style is also crusty and quaint, like an artifact unearthed from an archeological dig. It is helpful in reading this book to suspect vaguely what a perihelion or prestidigitation might be, and to know that a Tuareg is a member of one of the tall, nomadic, Hamitic-speaking peoples who occupy western and central Sahara and who have adopted the Moslem religion, not just an SUV Volkswagen makes. Your reading will go more smoothly if you grasp allusions to Bithynia, the King of Nemi, Paul Dudley White, and bunco joints. The parts I enjoyed most weren’t the between, but the meals themselves. Many of them are orgies of consumption: Liebling’s friend the theater producer and playboy Yves Mirande dispatches “a lunch of raw Bayonne ham and fresh figs, a hot sausage in crust, spindles of filleted pike in a rich rose sauce Nantua, a leg of lamb larded with anchovies, artichokes on a pedestal of foie gras, and four or five kinds of cheese, with a good bottle of Bordeaux and one of champagne, after which he would call for the Armagnac and remind Madame to have ready for dinner the larks and ortolans she had promised him, with a few langoustes and a turbot – and, of course, a fine civet made from the marcassin, or young wild boar….” followed by woodcock and truffles baked in ashes. Soon Mirande’s doctor is forbidding him to dine at restaurants, so a friend prepares them something light and healthful, beginning with “a kidney and mushroom mince served in a giant popover – the kind of thing you might get at a literary hotel in New York. The inner side of the pastry had the feeling of a baby’s palm, in the true tearoom tradition.” Liebling joins a rowing club which spends as much time at table as in the boats. There is “no time to waste on elaborate dinners,” apologizes the coach, as they sit down to an hors d’oeuvre of duck pâté, pâté of hare, tins of sardines, muzzle of beef, radishes, and butter. This is followed by “a potato soup, a buisson de goujons, a mound of tiny fried fish…a leg of mutton with roast potatoes, a salad, cheese, and fruit”, red and white wine, coffee, and brandy. On other occasions Liebling dips his shovel into canard au sang (pressed duck served in a sauce of blood and marrow), trout grenobloise, poulet Henri IV, and jambon persillé - parsley-flavored ham with mustard and pickles. Liebling gives us Dumas père’s description of the perfect pot-au-feu, in which a rump of beef must be simmered seven hours in the bouillon of the beef that you simmered for seven hours the day before, and there is a discussion of the disappearance of flavor from spirits as well as food: “The standard of perfection for vodka (no color, no taste, no smell) was expounded to me long ago by the then Estonian consul-general in New York, and it accounts perfectly for the drink’s rising popularity with those who like their alcohol in conjunction with the reassuring tastes of infancy - tomato juice, orange juice, chicken broth. It is the ideal intoxicant for the drinker who wants no reminder of how hurt Mother would be if she knew what he was doing.” Liebling eventually became a war correspondent, but you’d never know it from his writings here, where the two World Wars are brought up merely as events that impinge on restaurant culture and eating habits. The heyday of French cuisine was pre-World War I; Liebling finds out later that the golden age he thought he was living through was actually a gastronomic twilight, in part because gluttony had fallen slightly out of fashion. “Without exception, the chaps who emerged from the trenches at the end of the war had lost weight, and at such a time everyone wants to resemble a hero.” Along with wars, sad developments like child-labor laws and compulsory education prevented the young from entering the early apprenticeships that are the launching pads of great chefs. (Liebling should probably stop here, but he can’t resist noting that “when Persian carpets were at their best, weavers began at the age of four and were master workmen at eleven.”) He is skilled at tossing off one-liners. • When one considers the millions of permutations of food and wine to test, it is easy to see that life is too short for the formulation of dogma. • No ascetic can be considered reliably sane. Hitler was the archetype of the abstemious man. • He was thirty-eight, and I could not conceal my incredulity when he told me that he still had a sex life. • It was one of the fanciest beatings I ever saw a man take. • In a menu so unpretentious, the cheese must represent the world of mammals from which it is a derivative. • [on the extremely well-fed pre-WWI courtesans:] Waists and ankles tapered, but their owners provided a lot for them to taper from. Like any considerate friend, when Liebling happens to be in the company of a very pretty woman he rings Mirande’s doorbell “simply because I knew he would like to look at her.” Food, women – all pleasures along a spectrum, unless killjoys intervene. Currently [the book was published in 1959:] pleasure and women are held matters incompatible, antithetical, and mutually exclusive, like quinine water and Scotch. Mirande also gave women pleasure; many women had pleasure of him. This is no longer considered a fair or honorable exchange. Women resent being thought of as enjoyables; they consider such an attitude an evidence of male chauvinism. They want to be taken seriously, like fall-out. Quite, quite. No one comes out the winner when women want to be taken seriously, whether it’s seriously like fall-out, mustard gas, or bubonic plague. The groaners continue: “…in those days young men liked women. We did not fear emasculation. We had never heard of it.” (This guy had heard of Bithynia, but not emasculation?) Developing one’s tastes in women was somewhat like developing one’s tastes in food. But “it was trickier than that because a woman, unlike a navarin de mouton [lamb stew:], has a mind. A man may say, when he begins to recognize his tastes, “Legs, on a woman, are more important to me than eyes.” But he has to think again when he must choose between a witty woman with good eyes and a dull one with trim legs. Give the witty woman a bad temper and the dull one constant good humor and you add to the difficulty of the choice. To multiply the complexity the woman, unlike the navarin, reacts to you...” Liebling finds that his taste in girlfriends runs to hooker types. His steady sweetheart “was well-joined – the kind of girl you could rough up without fear of damage.” Meaning athletic sex, I wondered, or that you could safely chuck her down a flight of stairs? Seven pages later the answer: “In bed she was a kind of utility infielder.” As he writes his New Yorker columns, Liebling finds that he has retained little that she said, with the exception of a story she once told him about two other hooker types who got heaved down some stairs, over an argument about smelly feet. He then reminisces fondly about two little hotel maids who “allowed themselves to be trapped long enough for an invigorating tussle.”

2019-06-12 23:30

Bộ Truyện Thủ Công - Nàng Tiên Cá Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhiều tác giả

Any book that tells you how to entertain and also how to clean your vagina is excellent in my opinion.

2019-06-13 00:30

Sài Gòn - Dòng Sông Tuổi Thơ Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Lê Văn Nghĩa

I enjoyed this, especially the narrators thoughts as a young person. The boxing portions sort of made my eyes glaze over but the over all story and meaning was worth the listen.

2019-06-13 01:30

Gọi Em Bằng Tên Anh - Call Me By Your Name Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

This was a good primer on embracing a more complete Christianity, and one I think allows for your growth from those that would cling to a more conservative, evangelical perspective as well as those that would fall into the more liberal, socially active perspective. There is much work to be done on both sides in working together as a body, as Christ's bride, not only for our sakes, but also the sake of the world. If we claim to have the Good News, this is what should be prevalently evident in our actions, not division, bigotry and hatred. There are many issues brought up in this that explain how simple this actually is if we'll just all humble ourselves. Of course, this is easier said than done, but it's exciting to know their are authors out there seeking to understand and communicate to many people.

2019-06-13 02:30

Các Em Bé Từ Đâu Đến? Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Anna Milbourne

Its a book about all the changes made to Jeeps, as well as the invention of the Humvee. I enjoyed it, though I was going to school for ID in vehicles. If you like war stories or cars you'll be interested, or at least entertained.

2019-06-13 03:30

Đen Lưu Lạc Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

The slowness of this book reminds me of the slowness of life in early adulthood prior to landmark events to lend relative emotional velocity to one's experience. I'm sure this was in large part because the main character was numbed by her addiction, but i was left with a wistful feeling that this character might never experience the relativity of life.

2019-06-13 04:30

Từ Điển Anh - Anh - Việt (Khoảng 180.000 Mục Từ Anh Anh Việt) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

Excellent! I think this is the first spy novel I have read and I'm definitely going to head back for more.

2019-06-13 05:30

Chú Cá Vàng Thứ 14 Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

STARTERS: Hey You Listening? --- It's like a bloody big brick, isn't it? --- Um... --- Monolithic... --- N... --- Intimidating... --- Listen will you, goddammit... --- Impenetrable... --- No! It's just like anything else that's marvellous and new... --- Whaddya mean? --- It's like me trying to write music. Until a performer hears what I hear and can make other people hear what I hear what the audience hears it's just trash...it's just trash like everything else in this world full of shopping malls... --- Trash? --- Yeah...most everything you see around here it's just trash! Who do they think will buy it? It's worthless! This book though...it's like a symphony...you just have to work out how to hear it... --- Wait a minute buddy I can't take all this in my...you've finished reading the whole book? --- Right... --- Well why don't you be the performer... --- I, um, OK... --- Just tell me what you heard... --- I mean like remember this here book he started it that time where they wanted him to write about success and like free enterprise and entering public life and all hey? --- Um, did it, really...this had better not be boring... --- So I mean listen he had this neat idea hey, you listening? Hey? You listening? BURGER MEAL: Dialogical Masquerade Yes, this novel consists mainly of dialogue, apart from the occasional (and usually beautiful) interstitial bits, some of which I've extracted and tried to poeticise below. But then, if you were masked (or closed your eyes) the whole time while you experienced a play or a film or a TV show, you might say the same. The challenge is not to be deterred by the apparent novelty of this narrative device. You have to find your own way into the text, even if it still requires exertion. If you can do that, it will make sense for you. You won't be distracted by its failure or refusal to comply with literary conventions. Wings of Desire My initial interpretive device was what I'll call a Wings of Desire strategy. Imagine that Marx and Engels die and go to Heaven. God keeps them (I suppose Engels was descended from a family of angels, anyway), because they're good company (even if they might be anti-corporate), until one day in the 70's Marx and Engels ask God if they can listen in on what's happening in capitalist America. Marx and Engels can only hear the conversation. Occasionally, God supplies some interstitial description. Eavesdropping Another interpretive device is the Eavesdropping strategy. You have to imagine that the characters are our neighbours, although we never actually get to see them. We can only eavesdrop on their conversations behind the wall. Gaddis himself has described the novel as "a chaos of disconnections, a blizzard of noise", almost as if it was a blizzard of white noise a la Don De Lillo. However, it's not really a blizzard. Nothing is incomprehensible. It's sequential and systematic, like a relay race with the baton being passed on from one speaker to the next. The audience/reader just has to keep their eyes on the baton. This novel isn't chaotic. It's extremely highly and tightly structured. I saw connections in the shape of the strands of a rope. Every strand of the rope strengthens every other strand, thus giving the whole its integrity. Feeling the Elephant in the Next Room A variation of the Eavesdropping strategy is to imagine sticking your hands through a hole in the wall in the dark and trying to define what it is you can feel on the other side. We have to use our imagination. It might be hard to work out what it is, if it's an elephant and we've never seen an elephant before. But here we have the privilege of knowing that the subject is people living under the conditions of capitalism (albeit in the early 70's, although you'll be surprised how little they have changed). Infinite Riches in a Little Room By these strategies, our imaginations can equip us to believe that there are infinite riches in the little room of this novel. Gaddis' novel helps us to learn about the condition of the middle class in America or the soul of man under capitalism. However, in order to do so, it doesn't so much focus on what people own (materialism) or do (activism/ pragmatism) or think (idealism). It focusses on what they say (dialogism). It assumes that we can learn about people well enough by listening to them talk with each other. The stock exchange and money as a means of exchange are vital to the content of the novel. However, what's most important to the form of the novel is the exchange of conversation. A Glimmer of the Recognitions Part of the subject matter concerns the attempts of business to get artists to create objects that glorify or aggrandise capitalism or capitalists. To this extent, the novel continues Gaddis' themes from "The Recognitions". The focus on conversation also reminded me of that novel's party scenes, where you could imagine the narrative being a camera rolling through the room recording the goings on, but most importantly the dialogue. The Soft White Underbelly At a macro level, then, the novel concerns business, money, art, women and men. At a micro level, it deals with the human aspects of production, management, administration, decision-making, finance, budgeting, pricing, marketing, publicity, advertising, lobbying, trade, exchange, take-overs, insider-trading, fraud, success, failure, insolvency and liquidation. Gaddis rolls the beast of American capitalism onto its back and observes its soft white underbelly. Only this isn't dry academic stuff. It's as insightful and humorous as the Marx Brothers take in "A Day at the Races". We casual browsers and armchair travellers get a pretty good tour through something akin to Walt Disney's Businessworld. Inherent Vice and Limited Reliability Ultimately, there is little grandeur on display. We see plenty of beefy faces and grubby hands. Nothing is what it seems. Limited liability companies become masters of limited reliability. How can we assess the veracity of their promises until we can see the fine print of their promissory notes. For all the claims of business, its disclaimers are what count and discount. We see less merit and skill than opportunism. The big decision is whether to hedge your risk or hedge your bets. Paradoxically, JR, an 11 year old student who hasn't reached the age of majority, is able to command a majority on the board. Where there is success in one generation, we witness problems of succession to the next generation. If wealth is lucky enough to transition from Senior to Junior, vice is both inherent and inherited. Conversely, when it comes to debt funding, collateral securities result in collateral damage and insecurity. Vox Populi or Patrician? In the long run, Gaddis asks why government, invention, art, industry and religion can't serve all of the people, instead of just the patrician classes. Over the course of the novel, readers should find that the slow dazzle of conversation is never boring, but instead has accrued interest. On the other hand, unlike Marx and Engels, Gaddis never stoops to a crude manifesto, nor does he make any predictions. So, at the end, it's unclear whether capitalism will survive intact or eventually be brought down, and if the latter, whether by revolution or class actions. Insider Trading Places It would be enough that the novel is frequently hilarious, if only it wasn't also so true. Gaddis took 20 years to write this novel, during which time he worked at the highest levels of business and saw what was really going on. He writes with the insight of an insider who has traded places. He also writes like someone who listens and hears. This is what people talk about. This is how people speak. This is what they say. He's entitled to ask, hey, are we listening? This isn't just trash talk. This is a symphony. We just have to work out how to hear it. Ultimately, what Gaddis achieves is a magnificent encyclopaedic and panoramic vision of the human aspects of (living under) the capitalist elephant. His perspective is authoritative, because it's informed by living inside the whale. If that's not too much of a mixed metaphor! SOME FRIES WITH THAT: [Interstitial Assemblages] These assemblages are almost 100% the words of William Gaddis via which I hope to demonstrate the poetry of his prose. Howl (1975 - 20**) [In the Words of William Gaddis] Stressing the vital necessity Of expanded capital formation Unimpeded by government restraints, Senator Broos made An impassioned plea For a restoration of faith On the part of the common man In the free enterprise system As the cornerstone... Of those son of a bitches Who still think Winning's what it's all about Give them a string of high p e ratios And a rising market It's all free enterprise All they howl about's Government restraints Interference Double taxation... All free enterprise Till they wreck the whole thing They're the first ones up there With a tin cup Whining for the government To bail them out With a loan guarantee So they can do it All over again. Flowers in the Mud [In the Words of William Gaddis] If there was one flower Out here in this mud And weeds and broken toilet seats You'd find it and step on it The minute you get Your hands on something The power to keep something Like that going You couldn't do it You couldn't even leave it alone For a few people still looking For something beautiful People who'd rather Hear a symphony Than eat Who can still hear A magnificent Soprano voice singing. Ach nein, When you hear this here Lady singing up You can't get Up to their level So you drag them Down to yours If there's any way To ruin something To degrade it To cheapen it That's what you'll do. I Think It's My Pulse [In the Words of William Gaddis] And the glow at the wall socket Took up the loss of day, Eyed the slow accumulation Of the night. The spot of light leaped, Dropped shrunk close, Searching white from whites, Darted, paused, Came up blinding and was gone, Leaving the dark confirmed By the wall socket's glow, Until it faded With the rise of day. Mister Duncan? Are you awake? Sun caught on water somewhere Trembled on the ceiling. That reflection up there, Can you see it throbbing? I think it's my pulse. Just Like Heaven (Between the Covers) [In the Words of William Gaddis] From his her own hand came measuring down firmness of bone brushed past its prey to stroke at distances to climb back still more slowly fingertips gone in hollows, fingers paused weighing shapes that slipped from their enquiry before they rose confirming where already they could not envelop but simply cling there fleshing end to end, until their reach was gone... hands running to the spill of hair over her face in the pillow and down to declivities and down cleaving where his breath came suddenly close enough to find its warmth reflected tongue to pierce puckered heat lingering on to depths coming wide to its promise rising wide to the streak of its touch gorging its stabs of entrance aswim to its passage rising still further to threats of its loss suddenly real left high agape to the mere onslaught of his gaze knees locked to knees thrust deep in that full symmetry surged back against him surges his hands on either side bit deep as though in their possession all her eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks... until a slow turn to her side she gave him up and ran raised lips on the wet surface of his mouth... the weight of her leg warm over his gone rigid for his twist away leaving only his back to her where she kissed his shoulder in the darkness and clung as though for warmth until, as of its own weight, it eased away, and she caught breath at the stealth of springs across the gap, the desolate toss of covers on the bed there and then, for warmth, pulled up her own. Make It Magnificent! Camp Funtime SOUNDTRACK: Blondie - "Atomic" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Tko1... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_E1-V... "Oh, uh-huh, Make it Magnificent Tonight Right Just Right Just Rite JR" Blondie - "Atomic" (Live 1979) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-Q0c... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5ya6... Stereo sound Blondie - "Atomic" (Live 1980) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=re2vD... The Cure - "Just Like Heaven" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76Y6n... '"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick, The one that makes me scream" she said. "The one that makes me laugh" she said, And threw her arms around my neck. "Show me how you do it And I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you." "Spinning on that dizzy edge, I kissed her face and kissed her head, And dreamed of all the different ways I had To make her glow "Why are you so far away?" she said. "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you".' The Cure - "Just Like Heaven" (Live at Bestival 2011) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6x0T... Robert on guitar The Cure - "Just Like Heaven" (Live at Lollapalooza Chicago 2013) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OC4YR... Reeves Gabrels on guitar David Bowie - "Look Back in Anger" (1988 rerecorded version) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TthWO... Reeves Gabrels on guitar David Bowie - "Look Back in Anger" (unreleased 1995 version) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdSgZ... Carlos Alomar on guitar David Bowie - "Look Back in Anger" (Live at Loreley 1996) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Moun-... Reeves Gabrels - "Dig a Pony" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVfSr...

2019-06-13 06:30

9,5 Bí Quyết Thuyết Phục Người Khác Đi Theo Bạn Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Jeffrey Gitomer

I like to read this book every two years or so, out in the sun or cozied up inside. Unfortunately I've read it in the tub a few too many times and it's getting a little old. I've done two papers on this book (once in HS, once in college) and almost named my cat Jake and 3 years later almost named my daughter Brett Ashley; it's simply a classic tale of the post-WWI turmoil that changed a generation. If you don't identify with this book, then I'm not sure I can identify with you.

2019-06-13 07:30

Ruồi Là Ruồi Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Đỗ Phấn

This is one I read for my book club that really varied from our normal choices. It is definitely not the kind of book I'd usually pick up, but one I'd always thought I "should" read. Intense, harsh, real and powerful, The Things They Carried is not a book I'll forget. As a person who has never been to war, in some respects, I don't even feel qualified to review O'Brien's work. However, maybe this should be required for all young adults (and old politicians) who think war is one big adventure. O'Brien's stories, and the fact he's still writing them and trying to sort them out all these years later are testament to the trite saying, "War is Hell." Reading about how many guys fought just to keep from being embarrassed made a lot of sense to me. As did the way O'Brien didn't really try to separate what really happened from what was in his head. In the end, does it really matter? The meandering of the stories made it all very real, the way someone actually remembers. In fact, it was so real, so intense, that I tried listening to the audio version and had to stop. The material was just too much. But it felt important to finish it. This is not just a good book, it's an important one.

Người đọc Zeren Joy từ Slatino, Macedonia (FYROM)

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.