With this post, I inaugurate a small "novelty" in this blog, and I let the little leave comment on some of the readings I've done on my own, just outside the Reading Club of San Roque, although in many cases suggested by those in the heart of the club.
After reading yesterday The vain, Isaac Rosa, I fully convinced by the treatment capacity of a subject beaten with few forms and a renewed and expanded structure in its broadest sense, I decided to start reading the latest novel by Rosa, who had been in the library recently. The country of fear - tells me the synopsis of the cover, is our daily and ancestral fears in a world today which presents the protagonist as a host of threats, and to the subject reacting to their own fears, with some exciting consequences.
At first I stood before the novel as an inquiry into the consciousness of a current citizen of our country, focusing on the fears we feed thanks to the tragic bombing of black news and events that are repeated in the media. However, he expected something to continue the author's brave experiments in terms of modes of narration. What I've found is a novel with a third-person narration, with a structure-knot-end argument, which was outlined in a traditional way. The writing is good, Isaac Rosa can write and handles well the language, words. However, I had just entered with interest into the novel, which began to bother me, because well-educated devenÃa a novel in which the reading was a walk through a good deed in which all that was happening flippantly was predictable. At one point, I was sure I was well marked with a mechanism that was leading me by stereotypes. His steady hand and writing more than correct, not enough for me, because I could not find anything in the book had not already found in other novels. Finally, I stopped reading, disenchanted with a product that seems to be written at the suggestion of the editor rather than author's will, which seemed to me somewhat constrained by the need write a conventional narrative with conventional style. Basically, my main objection to this novel, I could not finish, you do not need it, it says nothing to me, nor about how account, or concerning what counts that being, for me the less important because the stories have been told. A novel necessary because, for the editor and for some readers, but clearly unnecessary for a writer who has proven to be able to go much further with his previous books.
After reading yesterday The vain, Isaac Rosa, I fully convinced by the treatment capacity of a subject beaten with few forms and a renewed and expanded structure in its broadest sense, I decided to start reading the latest novel by Rosa, who had been in the library recently. The country of fear - tells me the synopsis of the cover, is our daily and ancestral fears in a world today which presents the protagonist as a host of threats, and to the subject reacting to their own fears, with some exciting consequences.
At first I stood before the novel as an inquiry into the consciousness of a current citizen of our country, focusing on the fears we feed thanks to the tragic bombing of black news and events that are repeated in the media. However, he expected something to continue the author's brave experiments in terms of modes of narration. What I've found is a novel with a third-person narration, with a structure-knot-end argument, which was outlined in a traditional way. The writing is good, Isaac Rosa can write and handles well the language, words. However, I had just entered with interest into the novel, which began to bother me, because well-educated devenÃa a novel in which the reading was a walk through a good deed in which all that was happening flippantly was predictable. At one point, I was sure I was well marked with a mechanism that was leading me by stereotypes. His steady hand and writing more than correct, not enough for me, because I could not find anything in the book had not already found in other novels. Finally, I stopped reading, disenchanted with a product that seems to be written at the suggestion of the editor rather than author's will, which seemed to me somewhat constrained by the need write a conventional narrative with conventional style. Basically, my main objection to this novel, I could not finish, you do not need it, it says nothing to me, nor about how account, or concerning what counts that being, for me the less important because the stories have been told. A novel necessary because, for the editor and for some readers, but clearly unnecessary for a writer who has proven to be able to go much further with his previous books.
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