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Frustrating very good book - because on one hand you would struggle to criticise anything out of the ordinary model of mid sixties london music revolution… On the other how is that even possible if this isn’t a carefully orchestrated narration that slithers across the clichés of the time.
Its very well writ… but I ask myself why am I reading this? And feel slightly alien when I try to get to an answer. ( )
My first book by Mitchell. Fun and engaging. Mitchell’s style reminded me of Pynchon in its playfulness. The subject matter is catnip for me so it will be interesting to see how much I take to Mitchell’s previous novels. Cloud Atlas seems like a good next choice. ( )
This a book I really wanted to like, but a quarter of the way through, after forcing myself to read it, I gave up. Between unlikable characters, a boring plot, and dull writing, it wasn't worth my time. Of course, there is always a chance that it improves, but life is too short to read dull books.
summing up a decade like the 1960s, in music and societal change, is a pretty ambitious project. and dropping into that a conclusion to a long and timeslippy book series like David Mitchell's Horologists, which began life set around the much earlier Dutch East India Company, is a dicey proposition, pulled off mostly by backgrounding that ending so the mainframe 1960s stuff doesn't get ploughed under along the way. the story centers around a fictional band called Utopia Avenue, and it works largely by making the band members live so vividly that as a reader you want them all so badly to survive and grow. it's beautifully written, like all of David Mitchell's work, and it's a work worth cherishing, for the time, the places, and the characters, while marvelling at how closely the author manages to capture the chaos, the aspirations, and the mad creativity of that time. ( )
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In memory of Susan Kamil
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Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
Dean hurries past the Phoenix Theatre, dodges a blind man in dark glasses, steps onto Charing Cross Road to overtake a slow-moving woman and pram, leaps a grimy puddle and swerves into Denmark Street where he skids on a sheet of black ice.
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Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
Art is a paradox. It is no sense but it is sense. (8%)
True love is the act of trying to love. Effortless love is as dubious as effortless gardening. (20%)
The snag with Paradise is, it's hard to earn a living there." (73%)
Life's precious. We forget it. All the time. We should't wait until a funeral to remember. (75%)
'Songs do not change the worls,' declares Jasper. 'People do. People pass laws, riot, hear God and act accordingly. People invent, kill, make babies, start wars.' Jasper lights a Malboro. 'Which begs a question. "Who or what influences the minds of the people who change the world?" My answer is "Ideas and feelings." Which begs a question. "Where do ideas and feelings originate?" My answer is, "Others. One's heart and mind. The press. The arts. Stories. Last, but not least, songs." Songs. Songs, like dandelion seeds, billowing across space and time. Who knows where they'll land? Or what they'll bring?" Jasper leans into the mic sings a miscellany of single lines from nine or ten songs.... 'Where will these song seeds land? It's the Parable of the Sower. Often, usually, they land on barren soil and don't take root. But sometimes, they land in a mind that is ready. Is fertile. What happens then? Feelings and ideas happen. Joy, solace, sympathy. Assurance Carthartic sorrows. The idea that life could be, should be, better than this An invitation to slip into somebody else's skin for a little while. If a song plants an idea or a feeling in a mind, it has already changed the world.' (88%)
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Its very well writ… but I ask myself why am I reading this? And feel slightly alien when I try to get to an answer. (