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Lädt ... The Passenger (Vintage International) (2023. Auflage)von Cormac McCarthy (Autor)
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Melde dich bei LibraryThing an um herauszufinden, ob du dieses Buch mögen würdest. Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch. "Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice," and Bobby Western is a man in misery broken by the loss of his sister, several close friends, sought by government agents he knows not why, unemployed and unhoused much of the book allowing for extravagant descriptions of weather ("It had rained earlier and the moon lay in the wet street like platinum manhole cover.") nature, birds ("In the spring of the year birds began to arrive on the beach from across the gulf. Weary passerines. Vireos. Kingbirds and grosbeaks. Too exhausted to move. You could pick them up out of the sand and hold them trembling in your palm. Their small hearts beating and their eyes shuttering. He walked the beach with his flashlight the whole of the night to fend away predators and toward the dawn he slept with them in the sand. That none disturb these passengers.") The idea of the missing passenger from the downed plane is never clear, but I let it go as government chicanery regarding the missing passenger. I meandered through the author's digressions on physics, math, war, atom bombs, guns, cars and Kennedys, what is a photon? I did not love the hallucinations and dream segments, but I would not, could not, stop reading because of the dialogue, rich descriptions and settings especially New Orleans and Ibiza. Is Bobby's future a "nameless burial in the hard caliche of a potter's field in a foreign land?" Reminded me of past reading treks with [a:Robert Stone|14174585|Robert Stone|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png] or [a:Jim Harrison|17055|Jim Harrison|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1384235534p2/17055.jpg]. Merged review: "Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice," and Bobby Western is a man in misery broken by the loss of his sister, several close friends, sought by government agents he knows not why, unemployed and unhoused much of the book allowing for extravagant descriptions of weather ("It had rained earlier and the moon lay in the wet street like platinum manhole cover.") nature, birds ("In the spring of the year birds began to arrive on the beach from across the gulf. Weary passerines. Vireos. Kingbirds and grosbeaks. Too exhausted to move. You could pick them up out of the sand and hold them trembling in your palm. Their small hearts beating and their eyes shuttering. He walked the beach with his flashlight the whole of the night to fend away predators and toward the dawn he slept with them in the sand. That none disturb these passengers.") The idea of the missing passenger from the downed plane is never clear, but I let it go as government chicanery regarding the missing passenger. I meandered through the author's digressions on physics, math, war, atom bombs, guns, cars and Kennedys, what is a photon? I did not love the hallucinations and dream segments, but I would not, could not, stop reading because of the dialogue, rich descriptions and settings especially New Orleans and Ibiza. Is Bobby's future a "nameless burial in the hard caliche of a potter's field in a foreign land?" Reminded me of past reading treks with [a:Robert Stone|14174585|Robert Stone|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png] or [a:Jim Harrison|17055|Jim Harrison|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1384235534p2/17055.jpg]. Merged review: "Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice," and Bobby Western is a man in misery broken by the loss of his sister, several close friends, sought by government agents he knows not why, unemployed and unhoused much of the book allowing for extravagant descriptions of weather ("It had rained earlier and the moon lay in the wet street like platinum manhole cover.") nature, birds ("In the spring of the year birds began to arrive on the beach from across the gulf. Weary passerines. Vireos. Kingbirds and grosbeaks. Too exhausted to move. You could pick them up out of the sand and hold them trembling in your palm. Their small hearts beating and their eyes shuttering. He walked the beach with his flashlight the whole of the night to fend away predators and toward the dawn he slept with them in the sand. That none disturb these passengers.") The idea of the missing passenger from the downed plane is never clear, but I let it go as government chicanery regarding the missing passenger. I meandered through the author's digressions on physics, math, war, atom bombs, guns, cars and Kennedys, what is a photon? I did not love the hallucinations and dream segments, but I would not, could not, stop reading because of the dialogue, rich descriptions and settings especially New Orleans and Ibiza. Is Bobby's future a "nameless burial in the hard caliche of a potter's field in a foreign land?" Reminded me of past reading treks with [a:Robert Stone|14174585|Robert Stone|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png] or [a:Jim Harrison|17055|Jim Harrison|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1384235534p2/17055.jpg]. I had hoped that McCarthy's penultimate work would help me reconcile with the writer. It might just be me, but apart from The Road, none of his previous books appealed to me. And here too it didn't work: the sometimes absurd dialogues, the tough talk among men (who the hell still writes about the Vietnam War?), the treatise-like passages about theoretical physics, the banal descriptive scenes of successive actions, ..., no I just don't like his style. And then the attempt at suspense about the missing passenger from the plane that crashed into the sea: it did not exceed the level of a cheap action movie. In short, too much fuss about too little substance. That pretty much sums up my McCarthy experience. keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
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1980, Pass Christian, Mississippi: Bobby Western, Bergungstaucher mit Tiefenangst, stürzt sich ins dunkle Meer und taucht hinab zu einer abgestürzten Jet Star. Im Wrack findet er neun in ihren Sitzen festgeschnallte Leichen. Es fehlen: der Flugschreiber und der zehnte Passagier. Bald mehren sich die Zeichen, dass Western in etwas Gröe︣res geraten ist. Er wird von skrupellosen Männern mit Dienstausweisen verfolgt und heimgesucht von der Erinnerung an seinen Vater, der an der Erfindung der Atombombe beteiligt war, und von der Trauer um seine Schwester, seiner grossen Liebe und seinem gröt︣en Verderben. Der Passagier führt IBM von den geschwätzigen Kneipen New Orleans? über die sumpfigen Bayous und die Einsamkeit Idahos bis zu einer verlassenen Ölplattform vor der Küste Floridas IBM quer durch die mythischen Räume der USA. Ein atemberaubender Roman über Moral und Wissenschaft, das Erbe von Schuld und den Wahnsinn, der das menschliche Bewusstsein ausmacht Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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