[ PDF / Epub ] ☁ 限りなく透明に近いブルー [Kagirinaku Tōmei ni Chikai Burū] Author Ryū Murakami – Survivingtheholocaust.us

限りなく透明に近いブルー [Kagirinaku Tōmei ni Chikai Burū]Almost Transparent Blue Is A Brutal Tale Of Lost Youth In A Japanese Port Town Close To An American Military Base Murakami S Image Intensive Narrative Paints A Portrait Of A Group Of Friends Locked In A Destructive Cycle Of Sex, Drugs And Rock N Roll The Novel Is All But Plotless, But The Raw And Often Violent Prose Takes Us On A Rollercoaster Ride Through Reality And Hallucination, Highs And Lows, In Which The Characters And Their Experiences Come Vividly To Life Trapped In Passivity, They Gain Neither Passion Nor Pleasure From Their Adventures Yet Out Of The Alienation, Boredom And Underlying Rage And Grief Emerges A Strangely Quiet And Almost Equally Shocking Beauty Ryu Murakami S First Novel, Almost Transparent Blue Won The Coveted Akutagawa Literary Prize And Became An Instant Bestseller Representing A Sharp And Conscious Turning Away From The Introspective Trend Of Postwar Japanese Literature, It Polarized Critics And Public Alike And Soon Attracted International Attention As An Alternative View Of Modern Japan.

[ PDF / Epub ] ☁ 限りなく透明に近いブルー [Kagirinaku Tōmei ni Chikai Burū] Author Ryū Murakami – Survivingtheholocaust.us
  • Hardcover
  • 126 pages
  • 限りなく透明に近いブルー [Kagirinaku Tōmei ni Chikai Burū]
  • Ryū Murakami
  • English
  • 13 July 2019
  • 9780870113055

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  1. says:

    I put the thin fragment of glass, dripping blood, in my pocket, and ran out into the misty road The doors and windows of the houses were shut, nothing was moving I thought I d been swallowed by a huge living thing, that I was turning around and around in its stomach like the hero of some fairy tale Almost Transparent BlueA warning to any potential readers of this book There is explicit, graphic sex in the first half of this novel If you are prudish about group sex, alternative sex, or say sex involving a foot that will be seared into your memory for the rest of your life you should avoid this novel If you have issues with rampant drug use and drug alcohol induced vomiting you should avoid this novel The first cool thing about this novel is the fact that it was published in 1976 almost a full decade before Bret Easton Elliscame up out of his own drug induced haze to write the novel Less Than Zero I read Ellis and I read Bright Lights, Big City, and later The Secret Historyand enjoyed them to varying degrees I d heard of the other Murakami, but his books were somewhat elusive to me in the 1980s So finally here in 2012 I read this book and discover that if I had read this book back in 1985 I would have laughed at the feeble attempts of the brat pack to write edgy novels I wonder did Ellis read this book before he wrote Less Than Zero This book kicks you in the nuts and as your falling to the ground you catch a knee to the chin that stands you back up so Murakami can slug ...

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    There is a shrill noise often lost in the background of the important noises in the world This piercing cry found abundantly around no matter where you go like pigeons flocking empty streets at the break of dawn, for whatever reason, seems to be relegated as insignificant and unworthy of the spotlight and stages of the world s short attention span Many names have been given to this jarring sound, but for the purposes of this cajolery or whatever this is, let us call it the reckless abandon of youth The accumulation of mistakes, the period to be reckless and stupid, to burn out, be wild, to explore the often dissonant and sometimes psychedelic essence of youngness, free from responsibilities and pretensions Perhaps it is the most beautiful moment in life, or perhaps it might be a dark nightmare to be a spurned and forgotten When I was a bit younger I had my fair share of teenage angst that led me to a path of abandon, partly because of hubris, I wanted to have experienced life and all it had to offer me if I wanted to write something that would matter, because somewhere I d read that a writer is only the sum of his experiences, and partly because I craved the thrill Those days are over, but there are days when I still feel the call of youth Days when I would look at the sky and think Is this it Days when I d want to forget everything They don t come often, but when they come, I feel like I m being gripped by the...

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    Soundtrack for this review Do you want to know what I don t give a shit about This book I made it a little than a quarter through it 35 pages to be exact I found the writing to be blah to be fair, I think it is the translation , the type to be a bit too small and the font to be faintly illegible I dreaded having to go on break and read of this book, and did internal backflips when I noticed the a new Harpers just went on sale before I went on break and saw there was a new DFW story in it I broke my irrational ban on reading newly published DFW work in order to not read this book It s about drugs Which is kind of a boring subject Especially when it s about drugs and rock n roll in the late 1960 s early 1970 s Yawn ville People from the hippie generation acting like drugged out assholes Oh, so fucking counter culture Even if the book is in Japan, some assholes different country There isn t even any kind of cultural difference because it s all part of the universal culture of idiocy This book did make me a little sad that because of some misguided decisions that I don t know nearly enough to really com...

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    Aw, the silly depravity of youth How do I count the ways What is it to read this book To imagine a decadence I never experiencedto be young and frivolous, to exchange idealism with nihilism so that I can make my depravity a pool of vomit to swim in As I reach out to grab the syringe I ve never used to shoot up once words that aren t heroin, I think about my 17 year old self He s reading Trainspotting in a place that doesn t feel like home, wondering if he can ever go home He images a 16 year old self He s reading A Clockwork Orange , his eyes peeled open by mechanical claws.I bring out those mechanical claws so that I can see once again the literary uses of bodily juices semen, vomit, blood, and bile of different colors, purple, brown, greenand Almost Transparent Blue I m not sure bile comes in that color In order to get to great moments of beauty, we have to be presented with the bile of Mr Murakami Ryu s life.a real life This wasn t fiction Was Trainspotting fiction Is this book review fiction Ryu Murakami writes I took a fragment of glass about the size of my thumbnail out of my pocket and wiped the blood off it The little fragment with its smooth hollow reflected the brightening sky Under the sky stretched the hospital and far away the tree lined street and the town The horizon of the shadowy reflected town made a delicate curving line Its curves were the same, the same as th...

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    I m sure we all go through these moments in life, where we end up in a dark pit of frustration and fear, wondering where we should be or go, what we should do, why we are here We, whether religious or atheist, have our moments where we feel as if life is without meaning, that we are simply an overly self conscious mammal that walks, talks, breathes and finally dies without feeling like we have accomplished much in our short lives These moments are brief, yet during these precise moments, they feel unbearably long and rip into your soul with almost malicious intent with a goal of searching for something anything, which will help you breathe just that little bit A group of young students are locked in a whirlwind of sex and drugs to the psychedelic music of the counterculture era in the early seventies like The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and The Rolling Stones All lead a nihilistic existence and Ry Murakami writes with such intensive prose, beautiful in its darkness, dark in its beauty, where our narrator a fictional Ry Murakami as the character, also named Ry and his friends are stuck in a constant crop rotation of despair, hallucinations, paranoia, surrealism and misery.Ry Murakami questions our existence through these characters, crushing their hopes of a meaningful life with violence,...

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    I just have to face it there is no Murakami whom I ll like Let me say how I was rooting for this book but it ended up yet again another disappointment I acknowledge why it should be considered important for the Japanese literature but this alone is not adaquate.Short version Drugs, sex, drugs, sex, promiscuous, dirty and disgusting Long version First of all, this novel was plotless There were just a bunch on people in desperate need of drugs and sex Half of the book was random sex scenes of any kind, even group sex, which is c...

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    Good for students of Japanese wanting to expand their vocabulary around drug taking, drunken vomiting and rough sex I rarely participate in two out of these three activities, so for me the book was of limited utility.This book was a controversial shocker when it first came out but I don t see why it was ever quite so popular I think it reflected a lifestyle which Japanese people of that age secretly envied, when they weren t too busy with their math homework Seriously, who takes drugs listening to the Rolling Stones th...

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    I loved and will always love every bit of this book even when the only sratch from it on my memory will be left by images, flashing lights and stomach churning acts of pluckiness but purposeful I am actually dreadfully sad that this had to end, I could go on and on with these youngsters intrepid, grisly life It had a hard not to notice scent of Bret Easton Ellis and Burroughs in it, constantly chasing the reader The only difference is that this is soaked with meanings than many think by only being the onlookers of a junkie s session and mesmerizing pieces of what means to be drugged, depressed, not loved but looking for all of them at once without knowing how to approach any This book is kind of a merged scream of helplessness like some sort of urge by a bunch of youngsters who just actually want to have fun and liberate themselves from their own problems with the use of ignorance or unconsciousness After reading what would this be all about I just thought that this is some kind of a border between sexual complexes and irksome group that would be it, without nothing or less than an endless adventure that will leave no trace in my mind That s why I want to count here some of the facts that prevented me from thinking the same after finishing it To start with, the s...

  9. says:

    Bask s bulunmayan bu kitab benimle payla an ArturoBelano ya ok te ekk r ederim.Kitapla ilgili fikirlerimi, bir t rl anla l r bir ekilde aktaramad m uan Uzun yorumumu daha sonra girece im.Herkese iyi okumalar 7,5 10

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    Time to get stoned This novel can put you in a catatonic torpor, a drug induced haze near the point where you are about to overdose and die.First person narrative, here is someone named Ryu, not yet twenty, with his equally young male and female buddies Ryu is telling a story You hear him, but do not really understand the story being told The images will distract you and catch your full attention.First there s this cockroach on some unwashed dishes Then it is squashed See the jelly like substance that spurts from its violated body And then the old, cut pineapple, its rancid odor the blood on needles, heroin, hashish, mescaline, Nibrole pills dissolved in gin, Philopon, shooting up, vomit, spittle, saliva, unwashed smelly bodies, rock music, The Doors, Rolling Stones, Mal Waldron, James Brown, Billy Holiday, mouldy soup, rotten bean curd, dirty rooms, leftover roast chicken gone completely bad, old radio, black American studs with huge dicks, Japanese girls with small pussies, sex orgies Pressing her chin on the table, breathin hard, Moko attacked a crab like a starving child Then one of the blacks stuck his shaft in front of her, and she took that in her mouth too Stroking it with her tongue, she pushed it aside and turned again to the crab The red shell crunched between her teeth, she pulled out the white meat with her hands Piling it with pink mayonnaise from a plate, she put it on he...

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