Today I am going to write out of shame. At least that’s what it seems I am capable of doing right now. It is not a silent shame, which usually makes faces of some little scamps burn, after they have been caught stuffing the exhaust
Pride in one’s art is usually encouraged, but what if one’s art supported a cause or a thought process that’s no longer in favor or that has even become denigrated?
Set in an undisclosed future, the book tells a story of Conrad Metcalf, a worn-out,
smart-mouthed private inquisitor in his early forties, who is very fond of snorting
one too many, while talking with women and shady-looking individuals.
There have been written many books which chief attempts as novels were to
encapsulate more or less overwhelming but, nevertheless, entrancing slices of a vast
and astonishing variety of incarnations of and inclinations towards (outwards and
inwards too!) the leitmotif of loneliness.
Two months back when I reviewed Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase, I mentioned that the 1970 seppuku of the internationally-acclaimed Yukio Mishima overshadowed the Japanese literary world for some years afterward.
As a kind of self-contained as well as finite wholeness, Djinn, authored by the godfather of the Nouveau Roman himself
The wild west has caught the imagination of many, American and non-American alike, for years.
On November 25th 1970 the most prominent Japanese novelist, Yukio Mishima, committed ritual seppuku after staging a theatrical protest/coup in favor of restoring the imperial system to power. That event sent shockwaves throughout Japan and the Western literary world
This past February, one of the most brilliant contemporaries in the literary world passed away. His name was Umberto Eco, who was an Italian professor in semiotics. In 1980, he won surprising acclaim in the Italian publishing world for The Name of the Rose<span
Not only was the novel a hit with the majority of book reviewers, its popularity spread throughout the public, and film rights were quickly optioned with famous young actors seeking to the play the protagonist’s role.
As both a reader and a writer, I enjoy diverse genres of literature. I however would have to choose mid-20th century British comic fiction as one of my favorites.
Cyberspace; the World Wide Web; the internet. Whatever you would like to call the now ubiquitous technology, it’s hard for many to remember a time when humanity wasn’t plugged in and online.