Paul Auster

Che palle

9780140115857Avevo trovato di recente un blog che raccoglieva stroncature curiose e divertenti di libri più o meno classici. Uso il passato perché il blog ha appena chiuso con una mezza operazione di marketing che boh, però l’idea a me piaceva.
Mi è capitato poi anche di finire Moon Palace di Auster, un autore che si presta particolarmente alla lettura in lingua (inglese), anche per me che vorrei ma non posso.
E mi è capitato anche di sfogliare le recensioni di Anobii del suddetto libro (non fra i migliori in assoluto di Auster, ma molto bello come sempre, mia opinione ovviamente). E così ho trovato anche il seguente commento:

Noioso! Sì,va bene la ricerca delle nostre origini, la conoscenza del nostro io, il caso che governa i nostri incontri….e poi la città,la frontiera, il deserto….insomma….che palle!!!

E così mi è venuto in mente un blog che avevo trovato di recente, ma che purtroppo ha chiuso.

The only place you exist is in your head

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“The land is too big out there, and after a while it starts to swallow you up. I reached a point when I couldn’t take it in anymore. All that bloody silence and emptiness. You try to find your bearings in it, but it’s too big, the dimensions are too monstruos, and eventually, I don’t know how else to put it, eventually it just stops being there. There’s no world, no land, no nothing. It comes down to that, Fogg, in the end it’s all a figment. The only place you exist is in your head.”

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Moon Palace

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It was the summer that men first walked on the moon. I was very young back then, but I did not believe there would ever be a future. I wanted to live dangerously, to push myself as far as I could go, and then see what happened to me when I got there. As it turned out, I nearly did not make it. Little by little, I saw my money dwindle to zero; I lost my apartment; I wound up living in the streets. If not for a girl named Kitty Wu, I probably would have starved to death. I had met her by chance only a short time before, but eventually I came to see that chance as a form of readiness, a way of sarving myself through the minds of others. That was the first part. From then on, strange things happened to me. I took the job with the old man in the wheelchair. I found out who my father was. I walked across the desert from utah to California. That was a long time ago, of course, but I remember those days well, I remember them as the beginning of my life.

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