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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. Holy, holy, holy strange, what a strange book. Billed as a coming-of-age story for people who don't like coming-of-age stories (which describes me, yes), this is a dark, playful book that's as fast-paced as it is lyrical. There are strains here of Denis Johnson and Cormac McCarthy, but the book itself is something else, peering into a world that one might hope would be drug-induced, but instead feels incendiary and real, as if you could too easily imagine it lurking on the edges of some city and sucking in passerby to suffer the consequences. Jackson's world comes just short of being hallucinatory, but it is also accessable and careful, which makes for a read that's all the more frightening. I'll only off the one caveat... if you start reading, and you think it might be too much for you after the first few sections? Well, get out, because it's only going to get darker. But, all that said... I loved reading this book, and experiencing this book, and taking the ride Jackson crafted in this little pink novel. This won't be for everyone, but I certainly recommend it. "It's quite brilliant really-one of the most interesting novels I've read in awhile-a visceral attempt to capture the dark and dirty business of understanding what cannot be understood (why am /I/ here?) " read more: http://likeiamfeasting.blogspot.gr/2015/06/mira-corpora-jeff-jackson.html sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
Mira Corpora is the debut novel from acclaimed playwright Jeff Jackson, an inspired, dreamlike adventure by a distinctive new talent. Literary and inventive, but also fast-paced and gripping, Mira Corpora charts the journey of a young runaway. A coming-of-age story for people who hate coming-of-age stories, featuring a colony of outcast children, teenage oracles, amusement parks haunted by gibbons, mysterious cassette tapes and a reclusive underground rockstar. With astounding precision, Jackson weaves a moving tale of discovery and self-preservation across a startling, vibrant landscape. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Here, our narrator, also named “Jeff Jackson,” reveals his childhood in sketches or fragments, but whether these are “real”—the prologue mentions how the author chanced upon old notebooks that eventually became the finished product Mira Corpora—or “imagined” scenes of childhood needn’t matter at all. Isn’t one’s childhood filled with as many unreal or exaggerated scenes as it is populated by intense realities and crushing blows?
Jackson’s narrator meanders through fantasized realities, through waking nightmares. There are intense yearnings for intimacy—an alcoholic mother, a glimpse across the street to catch the eye of a young girl who is similarly (albeit differently) captured—as well as battles for self-discovery at the hands of exploitative authoritative figures who capitalize on childhood, “innocence,” and the social and cultural fantasies and anxieties about any transient state. How can the individual triumph when the oracle—a teenaged girl, doped up on some yellow pill—delivers the prophecy on a blank sheet of paper? How can the many figurative and literal bodies—dead or all-but-dead—be laid to rest: by funeral pyre or through some means of automation, consisting of dehumanization and brainwashing?
The scope in Mira Corpora is wide indeed, and one can only be vague in discussing a book like this whose beauty lies in the rhythm and the power to disturb and disorient. Jackson has immense skill in his reinvention of cultural myths and in moving almost seamlessly between ancient lore to an almost Dennis Cooper-influenced world of sex, drugs, and longing; from a David Lynch inspired cinematic world of interlopers, outsiders, and doppelgangers to an almost Carnivale-esque examination of reality and its discontents. With declarative prose that mimics the poise of the narrator as he navigates between dreaming and intense self-revelation, this is a book that can invoke the smell of burning flesh just as succinctly as it can make the reader feel the tongues of wild dogs licking skin, the pang of nearly getting away, and the sad drone of a singer’s voice who might have lost everything yet still possesses the most important thing of all: the power to affect, to entrance, to heal. ( )