Than a story about how that death affects other characters it s as much about how what we don t know affects us as much as what we do know and how the dead live on the narrator considers the link between himself and the dead motherPerhaps the link was merely that a kind of enchantment or haunting which when ou think about it is just another name for the curse of memory for the fact that events and people recur and reappear indefinitely and never entirely go away they may never completely leave or abandon us and after a certain point they live in or inhabit our minds awake and asleep they lodge there for lack of anywhere comfortable struggling against their own dissolution and waiting to find embodiment in the one thing left or infinite resonance of what they once did or of one particular event infinite but increasingly weary and tenuous I had become that connecting thread The story is haunting It builds slowly making connections between characters and memories tightening a circle that reads like the d nouement of a mystery Readers too are haunted by the memories of the narrator so thoroughly are we privy to his every thought The narrator can be compassionate in protecting the secrets of living and the dead he can also be humorous I was drunk but that s no excuse 秒速5センチメートル oneside you can be drunk in as many different ways asou can be sober TITBTOM isn t a long book but it s slow going dense it s a novel that is exhaustive without being exhausting This is one for the few those willing to work for their reward I ve never been one for publisher loyalty but I m batting close to 1000 with NDP He must have thought his luck was in they arranged to meet around her place she had a two ear old son who was hopefully now off in the land of dreams just the two of them alone in her bedroom the muted TV is playing an old black and white movie with subtitles after a few glasses of wine to soften the mood he is hopeful one thing will lead to another gearing up for the moment passion takes hold he wants her The last thing he expected was for her to die suddenly at that very moment A second ago she was in the land of the living but now gone departed in a flash what does he do it s not an everyday occurrence one would be caught in a strange situation like this He barely knows her she has a husband away in London in a panic does he call and what about the boy asleep in the next room could he simply just vanish into the dead of night without a trace leaving all the difficulties to the person who would discovery the body As far as her family is concerned she died alone But there are lose ends Decisions decisions decisionsNo one ever expects that they might someday find themselves with a dead woman in their armsCoetzee and Rushdie are fans so was the late WG Sebald and I myself think Mar as is one of the finest contemporary writers of his time and it comes as no surprise to me he kicks off this intriguing and deep psychodrama of sex guilt and family ties with the preliminaries of sex something he seductively covers well in other novels It is an intellectually stimulating affair set in Madrid with psychological insights into how death firmly grapples with the living Mar as has a habit of characterising long rambling sentences that sometimes drift and divert away from the main story woven together to form cascading pages long paragraphs that I could image driving certain readers nuts This was my forth Mar as and probably the one I say is least accessible to any newbies unless of course ou don t mind being thrown into the deep end with his work For all it s frustrations it was just so darn tantalizing to read He thoroughly held my attention even in the places that to a degree pissed me offAfter the initial unexpected setback of witnessing death the narrator Victor a ghostwriter obsessively tries to find out about his date Marta the deceased and her husband and family before slowly revealing to the woman s sister and father what happened that night But this is not a conventional story there are side plots on aspects of identity concerning Victor a meeting with the King of Spain a flashback to a sexual encounter he had with a prostitute and his estranged wife than two ears earlier this does though help to truly get inside Victor s shoes and what he is all about This is a novel for some where not a lot really happens and what does happens at a glacial pace that may put off the casual reader That is because so many small actions and gestures however brief long winded conversations and even internal thought processes are meticulously analyzed under the Microscope There are also some unlikable self centred characters within but hey isn t that the real world Marias does though achieve the sort of tension and suspense that could be classed as Hitchcockesue albeit on a deeper psychological level The tone of the book was the thing that surprised me the most It s not as dark as it sounds at times unsettling es but on occasions an Almodovar style wry humour bubbles to the surface Many of the scenes are prolonged but ou feel with a purpose eventually bringing clarity to his dreamlike puzzle as it draws to a close where Marias shows the dead struggling against their own dissolution and seeking embodiment in the one thing that remains to them if they are to preserve their validity and maintain contact the repetition or infinite reverberation of what they once did or what happened one day Never straightforward but always dazzling with a compelling
intelligence this is a novel where the human condition and sexual temptation is masterfully studied unveiling complexities in his this is a novel where the human condition and sexual temptation is masterfully studied unveiling complexities in his that is one of his great strengths as a writer Here he excels Anyone looking for a lazy read or simple plot forget it this reuires patience and concentration that if read properly pays off big time I just love his style bravo Javier He won t please everybody but then who does I don t propose to talk about the details of the plot of Javier Marias thought provoking piece of writing but instead I will simply describe my experience of reading this Richard the III style monologue because that is what this book is a long speech by the narrator Victor in a calm unvarying tone a speech that states uite clearly that he is aware that his story is sometimes bizarre and frightening and that we may find it unbelievable in fact he says I am the person doing the telling and people can either choose to listen to me or not so he is not setting himself up as someone reliable irreproachable uite the contrary in fact and I was freuently repulsed by Victor s actions but nevertheless little by little I began to warm to Victor I began to trust him in spite of the ever mounting catalogue of odd behaviours including his daydreams of strangling women with his long strong fingers his obsession with the links that exist between men who have slept with the same women and his propensity for spying on women in the street and es this miracle of trust that I experienced is entirely due to Victor s superb ability to manipulate words to seduce the reader with his intriguing reflections on memory and death and so I scarcely blinked as he whom they should have despised gradually insinuated himself softly and silently into the very heart of the family of the woman who died in his presence in the early pages Victor the victorThere is just one little plot niggle I can t resist mentioning would anyone leave a message on the answering machine of hisher lover knowing that the lover s partner might also access it In this story not one but three lovers make this mistake The Strange Workings of TimeThe act of telling a story takes up time it prolongs time and in doing so prolongs lifeIt preserves memories while we are alive but it can also preserve them beyond our death Paradoxically story telling might even help us to accept death As Marias protagonist Victor says I can tell the story and I can therefore explain the transition from life to death which is a way of both prolonging that life and accepting that deathExpecting to ReignVictor s story starts with an unconsummated infidelity and the unexplained but natural death of his new paramour MartaMarias and Victor get the death out of the way in the very first sentence No one ever expects that they might some day find themselves with a dead woman in their arms a woman whose face they will never see again but whose name they will rememberA life has to be extinguished so that the story may commence Man Ray Natasha 1930Committed to MemoryProust and Joyce have likewise been concerned with the nature of memory and its ability to preserve both time and place in minute detailHowever so than them I feel Marias is also interested in what happens to the memories of someone after they dieJust as Marta dies in Victor s arms he wants to find out what really happened that night and whyHe tries to keep her memory alive by investigating her deathSo he starts to tell a story a metaphysical detective story He wants to flesh out his few memories of Marta detail by detail clue by clue and we watch him fascinated as he pieces it all togetherTowards Our Own DissolutionMarias offers us a mental snapshot of Marta at the point of deathWe hear her plead Don t leave meHold me hold me please hold This book no longer existsI told this to the owner of the bookstore it was of course empty You are the second person to complain The first was much The Cloud Spinner younger thanou More my age You have not read the book I asked as he sat at the edge of a table mostly emptied He shook his head Then that would explain it I would like my money returned Can t do But I no longer have a book that I bought here Explain Calisthenics for Beginners: Step-by-Step Workouts to Build Strength at Any Fitness Level yourselfOK It begins with a dead woman in the narrator s arms He will remember her name but never see her face again I m hooked The three hundred and eleven pages solid in my hands It read fastButou were disappointedNo ou re not understanding He was a great storyteller craftsman He planted images situations thoughts throughout tightening the narrative creating unuestioned believability There was a voice It was a voice of intense inner reflection but never interrupted the flow The suspense kept me reading through two nightsYou want our money back because Liniştea Cri you didn t sleep I have boring books forouNo The plot was intricate perfectly balanced pitched At times the voice even evolved into hard boiled crime noir in breaks from this fascinating inner life of self reflections I bought a suspense novel It was what I needed But set in this noir form was the highest philosophical thinking on the nature of reality on identityToo difficultNot at all He mixed speculation with dramatization of everyday life It isn t as though this crime story of everyday detail is greatness likeVirgilorI sold it to Introduction to Type and Leadership you as greatnessNoes ou did You said it was what set him apart That within this non elevated non classical literature form he spoke both to modern times and the universal You said that it wasn t some masterful trick of craft And He folded his armsOK There was greatness The story evolved from its complex characters heartless surprisingly caring at times fascinating But he showed how our identities are Cobbled Together By Distorting together by distorting selecting memories delusions If we can get others to mirror back this image of us we then can see ourselves how we need to see ourselves We select those who will provide this favor but they too are cobbled together and wanting to create themselves as a certain presentation According to him this is true of all the broadcasted world What we see on the news read in the papers is prepared rehearsed then proffered in distillations according to same favored planHe rose then sat down again I said thisI read it In the bookEverything is storiesHe shows that the teller of the story has the power and will tell it any way they want Then it will be the listener s to hold and make their own to tell to themselves and others The same story can never be told the same twice not even by the same person Our consciousness will be filled by the stories we tell ourselves and those told us by othersSo in the end it wasn t suspenseful enough and ou want It's All About the Bike The Pursuit of Happiness on Two Wheels your money back Like the last guy It s not going to happenI haven t eaten for for three daysI have no food here Didn tou see the signI can t eat I haven t finished reading the book Corinna, A-Maying the Apocalypse yet I m just coming to the endI sure hope soNo I mean the end of the book I have to find out what happensSo why didn tou bring the damn book and finish reading itBecauseBecause the book I held in my hands was a storya story being tolda story cobbled together out of the consciousness of someone cobbled together Sorry Mr Marias It was a great story about the immutability of truth about writing and reading about life as if we lived on a forgotten planet and knowing this all history is our attempts to adapt and survive Everything Even this conversation After leaving me heart pounded and sweat ridden the book dispersed into nothing Can t ou see I am holding nothing At least I think it is me holding it I looked up He was gone. And the unknowing Victor plunges into dark waters And Javier Marías Europe's master of secrets of what lies reveal and truth may conceal is on sure ground in this profound uirky and marvelous novel Brilliantly imagined and hugely intricate as La Vanguardia noted it is a novel one reads with enormous pleasu. Is travelling towards its own dissolution and is lost and few things leave any trace especially if they are never repeated if they happen only once and never recur the same happens with those things that install themselves too comfortably and recur day after day again and again they leave no trace either The writing of Javier Marias is a different case altogether Repetition and recurrence are common aspects of his books and et they always leave an everlasting trace on readers mind He handles melancholy with a tender touch of his words and let the sadness tranuilly seep through our being but at the same time he keeps a strand of hope lurking around so that we can comfortably sail through the waves of dense narration he usually resorts to without losing sight of the horizon and gets the precious reward waiting for us on the other side of the shore The vividness of his storytelling is a treasure to behold I can still see that half naked woman lying on her bed and slowly without making any noise without any apparent struggle saying her goodbye to this world Goodbye laughter and goodbye scorn I will never see The Big Book of Losers: Pathetic but True Tales of the World's Most Titanic Failures! (Factoid Books) you again nor willou see me And goodbye ardour goodbye memoriesShe is peacefully resting now or maybe she is a little agitated and trying to come to terms with her new surroundings because the world she has left behind inhabits her dearest ones without whom she hardly imagined her life Her father her sister her husband and her 2 The Thing About Alice years old child But there is someone else Someone who belongs to her immediate past someone who is a no one for her family someone who could have become someone special for her had she lived a little longer someone who knows the circumstances of her death and that knowledge now bears heavy on his soul That someone is our narrator Victor and he knows his art very well Tomorrow in the battle think on me and fall thy edgeless sword Tomorrow in the battle think on me when I was mortal and let fall thy pointless lance Let me sit heavy on thy soul tomorrow let me be lead within thy bosom and at a bloody battle end thy days Tomorrow in the battle think on me despair and die Victor contemplates these lines from Shakespeare s Richard III and relates it to his situation A ridiculous situation An unfortunate situation A situation he didn t choose for himself but now he can t escape it Then again who choose to become a sole witness to a death Who choose to make memories out of the last breath exhaled from someone s red lips Who choose to weave a story by pulling out threads out of the last moments someone spent in the arms of an almost stranger Probably no one but life comes with its own bundle of surprises and dilemmas Mar as takes up these elements of life and indulge into a philosophical enuiry that treads a long path through unending sentences freuent digressions and an elouent prose He leaves a reader numb by creating something magnificent with a tiny shred of a long forgotten past and illuminates the significance of a supposed inconseuential present He makes us see and makes us admit that sometimes behind a normal facade there hides both an angelic and a demonic form of our soul we never deem to exist We never think ourselves capable of inflicting ruthless pain on someone or view ourselves as some sort of savior and before we know it we becomes an inexplicable reason for somebody s life and death One sees one s past life as if it were a plot or a mere piece of circumstantial evidence and then one falsifies and distorts itMore than distortions one can find a great deal of truth in the musings of Javier s narrators They seem to possess a rare understanding of life whereby they manage to touch upon nearly everything which tells us what it s like to be a human being We all have our share of regrets good and bad memories estranged relations incidental connections and on our journey towards nothingness we tend to view all these things in different light at different stages of our existence but seldom we find a voice which recounts them for us in an astounding way as if someone secretly entered our lives and unveiled the longings uestions and ruminations of our silly hearts Javier Mar as is one such voice Do listen to him He s a friendou always wanted to have He s funny too how that death gladdens me saddens me pleases me5Five Stars Following are my 3 Mar as reads in order of preference1 A Heart So White2 Tomorrow In The Battle Think On Me3 The Infatuations A nod to David Foster Wallace This novel blew me away and I m still working to fit my pieces together I got lost into Mar as winding train of thoughts and I m still trying to find my way back to reality What was it that I liked so much about this novel Well everything the plot the subtle humor the flow of words the ideas the profound pondering I found and lost myself at the same time and I really can t explain this if ou haven t done found and lost myself at the same time and I really can t explain this if ou haven t done Starman The Truth Behind the Legend of Yuri Gagarin yetou should read the novel and see for ourselfMar as talks about death about memory about guilt about the power of names He also talks about the life of a story prone to be transformed with every additional mouth that will pass it on The plot of Tomorrow in the Battle Think on Me is merely an excuse for the writer to travel down the meditative path to reach depths of thought that left me wondering and made me feel exalted So many truths that I haven t thought of before so many approaches that now seem obvious He made me look at my possessions and ask myself do these objects hold any interest to other people or is it just me who justifies their existence and utility And do I really need all these things around meThere s death in this novel unexpected and ludicrous as in dying in our socks or at the barber s still wearing a voluminous smock or in a whorehouse or at the dentist s or dying in the middle of shaving with one cheek still covered in foam half shaven for all eternity unless someone notices and finishes the job off out of aesthetic pity Through Mar as it suddenly becomes easier to look in the face of the life s worst enemy to laugh at it and even embrace its possibility a littleAfter we are dead our memory ceases to exist along with the ephemeral life of our personal things What was important to us may probably lose its meaning to other people everything that had meaning and history loses it in a single moment and my belongings lie there inert suddenly incapable of revealing their past and their origins Our smell might persist for a while if windows are not opened and clothes are not washed But our bodies will travel towards dissolution like all things that are never repeated or happen so often that tend to fall into non existence Just as the unwanted belongings our bodies will suddenly become useless prone to be discarded like all the scraps that will rot Our faces will become foggy but our names will forever be remembered by those who once knew us Raw plain reality that we d better be able to confront It isn t just the minuscule history of objects that will disappear in that single moment it s also everything I know and have learned all my memories and everything I ve ever seen my memories which like so many of my belongings are only of use to me and become useless if I die what disappears is not only who I am but who I have been not only me poor Marta but my whole memory a ragged discontinuous never completed ever changing scrap of fabric But how does memory work Even the King also known as One and Only Solo Solitaire Lone Ranger Only the Lonely and Only You is worried that he won t go down in history with some identifiable traits of character He is ready to invent such traits so that people could remember him easily But he is not aware that famous figures benefit from the power of myth that comes with the passage of centuries and sometimes from their vile feats While some are forgotten and lost in the mists of time others are perpetuated and become legends But the vast majority of people is sentenced to a life of ghosts lurking in the shadows never uite stepping into light Looking at their last achievement and denying their past people believe they pass through important transformation but are they really changed into a new completely different personEven if this was my first novel by Javier Mar as his works are etched in my mind so I could notice that throughout the narration he used phrases that later were to become titles of other novels What a disgrace it is to me to remember Edge of Chaos Sons of Chaos MC your name though I may not knowour face tomorrow who is going to hurl us over on to the reverse side of time on to its dark back Tomorrow in the battle think on me think on me when I was mortal There are so many other things here that are worth discussing but I ve already written too much The novel s only fault may be that the characters voices are not uite distinct the narrator and the cheated husband talk in the same way and it s a bit hard to believe in such a chance encounter between two meditative people But I chose not spoil the joy of devouring Mar as words and imagined instead that everything was filtered through the narrator s voice thus becoming his story Bu Marvellous Loved the serpentine sentences with their astonishing thought within thought near metaphysical poetic lilt preference for the cosy comma over the sloppy semicolon their use of not oft seen things like reported speech and thought within parentheses or another character s dialogue repeated phrases dark back of time about six times and callback to earlier passages and uotations to elevate the plot matter to something loftier than the obvious Mike is right Mar as aside from being Spain s premier James Belushi impersonator is an origamist But where is that elusive fifth star Vol au-dessus d'un nid de coucou ye cry Despite my love for these sentences not every one was lusciously lickingly lovely plenty felt like stylistic run ons not unlike Hubert Selby deploying his punctuationless style merely as a formality in later books like The Willow Tree and left this asthmatic reader gasping for that most arcane of necessities a paragraph break Meanderingness also experienced in the middle portion of the novel regarding the hero s ex lover but the novel builds towards a stupendously bendy climax where Mar as delights in scrunching one s brain into various cubist swans and other pond creatures and all is happy again Incredible In freakin credible This is one of those titlesou want to recommend to everyone but The Summer I Wasn't Me you know damned well that it isn t going to be everyone s cup of tea one of those novels that folds up on itself into something origami like a piece of paper manipulated into a work of art something like this even ifour own look like this my paper birds have wings that flapWhy do Khaiye Aur Vajan Ghataiye you read Why doou read what Tales from a Pilots Logbook you read Whenou pick up a novel for the first time do في الانفصال you think this looks good and wonder how it will end or doou look over the book and consider how the story might be told how the author might attempt to engage Natural Cat Care you andor might the author have something to say beyond the story itself Areou a reader who wants and expects entertainment or are And the Ass Saw the Angel you a reader whose expectations demand engagement of a sort thatou know doesn t appeal to all readers If Passer par le Nord: La nouvelle route maritime you re one of the readers who expect than story than a gripping page turner someone who wants to be spoken to and not just entertainedou just might like Javier Mar as He s a demanding author his expectations of readers are great His willingness to let a narrator s thoughts wander in seemingly aimless and endless directions and to "Subjects That May Or "that may or not seem to speak to the story itself will slam covers closed for many readers If Le magicien d'oz you find Saramago or Bola o or Henry James or Melville too long too wordy too boring like this review Mar as might be an author best avoided one left to the die hards the critics the snobs and the award committees His paragraphs might go on for pages while his sentences can feel almost as long He expects much of his readers but the payoff is worth the time and effortIn TITBTOM the narrator a perhaps unreliable narrator aren t almost all first person narrators unreliable recounts the night he spent with a married woman as they have dinner and anticipate making love once her small child finally falls asleep but her physical distress escalates or degenerates culminating in her death while heroung son witnesses his partially dressed mother and the narrator in his parents bedroom and the narrator considers what might be happening in other parts of the city and world before returning the child to his bed removing all traces of his having been in the dead woman s apartment considering voices on the woman s answering machine attempting to provide for the child before abandoning the apartment and then later attempting to learn the fate of the child the identities of the callers and if his presence in the apartment has been detected a longwinded sentence not uncharacteristic of the text of the novel though much less compelling or artful Check out Chris much better review synopsis here TITBTOM is than a story of an untimely death. D Victor retreat to the bedroom Undressing she suddenly feels ill; and in his arms inexplicably she diesWhat should Victor do Remove the compromising tape from the phone machine Leave food for the child for breakfast These are just his first steps but he soon takes matters further; unable to bear the shadows. ,
It is unbearable that people we know should suddenly be relegated to the past Death is inevitable From the very first page of Javier Mar as flawlessly executed novel Tomorrow In the Battle Think On Me death becomes a constant companion to the reader always whispering in our ear the truths of our impermanence and the endless variety of possible deaths that await us horrible deaths ridiculous deaths death that may make a stranger laugh when they read it in the paper Any dead life lasts longer than an inconstant lived life and our time spent beneath the sky leaves such a tiny trace once we are transferred to our time beneath the soil However every single moment of our living actions are intertwined with those around us and bear down in their memory Through a narrator whose tightly knit Tytus Romek i ATomek Księga VIII Tytus astronomem yet meandering ruminations serve as an exuisite investigation into the implications of storytelling and language Mar as examines the permanent marks the departed leave on our consciences the voids their absence forms in our lives and our endless interconnectivity as we are flung forward towards oblivion How little remains of each individual in time useless as slippery snow how little trace remains of anything This chilling sentiment is often pondered by the narrator throughout this incredible novel After a potential fling with a married woman is suddenly extinguished by her sudden death our narrator must bear the burden of her memory her name and that of heroung child whom he sets out a plate of food for before slipping away into the night is forever etched into his conscience What a disgrace it is for me to remember uad your name though I may not knowour face tomorrow The lives of those lost slowly slip into the reverse side of time it s dark back their features slowly fade in our memory their belongings become redundant and useless their personal charm washed away with the fleeting spirit and slowly they dissolve from the world as we look to those alive and think on the dead less and less as time assuages the pain of their loss While Mar as often leaves the reader flailing in a vacuum facing their inevitable oblivion there is a sense of hope There is hope in the fleeting ways we leave our living on the lives of those we encounter cradled in their memories to cling to the world through them In this way Mar as presents a Madrid characterized by its ghosts The living slip through the streets with carrying the ghosts of others in their minds and hearts streets are named for famous fallen heroes parks named for bombing mishaps during the war the whole city is entrenched in its history However it is not only the dead who are faced with their dissolution and all throughout the novel we are presented with characters slowing dissolving into oblivion despite the beating of their hearts The narrator is a political ghostwriter who writes for another ghostwriter a mere ghost of a ghost a political leader that enlists his aid fears being forgotten and not leaving a mark on the memory of his people and characters shroud themselves in mystery and shadows to avoid connection to a death While it is unbearable to know another has died it is eually unbearable to dissolving while still alive Memory is the only way they can cling to the world as well such as a sullen speech by the political figure Solitaire aka Only the Lonely aka Only You etc where he expresses fears that the reviled the person the memorable they are Those who hold secrets inside feel so burdened by them that they must eventually bring them out into the light not because of a growing shame eating away at the soul but because they have merely been overcome or motivated by weariness and a desire to be whole It is the bonds we form with others that builds a sense of permanence by sharing memories or sharing our stories we pass them on so that we can forge a space in the hearts of others that will continue after our own departure Sometimes our ghosts can be a heavy burden such as the film seen by the narrator a film of Richard III in which an old King is visited by the ghosts of those who lost their lives in his name mocking him cursing him tomorrow in the battle think on me and fall thy edgeless sword Despair and die The world is but a history of ghosts seeking remembrance in the hearts of the living sometimes out of love sometimes out of malice Yet how much of another can be imposed upon us since much is of no interest to the person receiving it who is busy forging his or her own memories The real irony however is that even our sense of permanence the fragments that do find their way into the minds of others is just another form of fleeting impermanence Those who hold us in our hearts will eventually rot away as well taking our ghost to the grave with them Everything is continually travelling on everything is connected some things drag other things along with them all oblivious to each other everything is travelling slowly towards its own dissolution the moment it occurs and even while it is occurring The way our lives are connected is illuminated brilliantly through Mar as The way others are etched into our hearts like names on a tombstone only cracks the surface Mar as uses language in a uniue and compelling way to tie everything together Using repetition to revisit many of the narrator s luscious meditations when they apply to a new situation it is as if he doubles back to stich a new fold together in the narrative carefully sewing all the events and ideas together to form one large potent message on life and death iWhen we go back to a very familiar place the intervening time becomes compressed or is even erased and cancelled out for a moment as if we had never left it is that unchanging space that allows us to travel in time The way Mar as juggles his themes and pulls all the vast array of ideas together in the closing scene makes for one of the most impressive conclusions to any novel I have ever read It is nothing short of genius Through this connection of ideas Mar as reminds us that this is a story being told to us a story from one perspective turning the reality around him into a cast of characters to move about a narrative to express the way he perceived it which opens up an incredible examination on language Not only is all of humanity connected but words as well Each word drags with it an assortment of connotations which he examines in detail each change from the usted to the tu and vice versa is dissected to extract a wealth of hidden meaning and every word is at once one thing and its contrary an idea that Derrida would be pleased to see put to good use It is our language that allows us to interact with one another beyond the purely physical and while both leave us forever altered by any interaction with another it is only through language that we are able to examine and express the ineffable impact of our collisions with the bodies and consciousness of others What a strange contact that intimate contact is what strong non existent links it instantly forges even though afterwards they fade and unravel and are forgottenbut not immediately after establishing those links for the first time then they feel as if they were burned into Fauci: The Bernie Madoff of Science and the HIV Ponzi Scheme that Concealed the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Epidemic you when everything is fresh andour eyes still wear the face of the other person The physical contact bonds us to others and not only to those we immediately make contact with but all those with whom we are now linked to by the process of our minds acknowledging that the other has contact with people beyond us and now we are linked to them through this chain of interaction The narrator often tries to recall an old Anglo Saxon term that failed to be adopted into the languages that stemmed from it a term describing the bond between those who have shared a bed with the same person The narrator feels an unbearable burden to acknowledge all the men he may be related to Anglo Saxon style and posits that the word has not survived because it isn t easy to accept the act that it describes and it s therefor better not to name it a connection based on rivalry and unease and jealousy and drops of blood It is language that ties us together the most language binds us with those around us and with those throughout all of human history Having repeatedly drawn our attention to language Mar as uses the entirety of his story to examine the act of storytelling I am the one who counts he tells us the one telling the story and the one who decides who will speak therein lies the pathetic superiority of the living our temporary motive for triumph It is not the victors who write history but merely those who survive the events People are interpreted by other people and it is through language that we interpret others and our surrounding events and language is ultimately a fallible device Every word we utter drags its weight in connotations and the debris of both the teller and the listeners perceptions further taint each word Mar as gives us not only an unreliable narrator but a narrator openly admitting to his unreliability while an unreliable narrator but a narrator openly admitting to his unreliability while upon it at the same time No one does anything convinced of its injustice he remarks as well as that everything depends on the end result doesn t it and that includes everything even if it s only an instant in time one particular action varies depending on the effect it has This presents a reality in which truth and morality is subjective to an individual and the reader must be ever conscious to see through the narrative as it is delivered by a mind utterly convinced of the validity of each action What may come across as endearing could be viewed as creepy from an outside perspective which is something we must all take to heart remembering to think outside ourselves in our everyday interactions If we do act in acknowledgement of the injustice of our actions our soul buckles under the weight and visions of ghosts may haunt us in our sleep We become enshrouded in shadows burdened by our desire to become whole again through the act of storytelling The most impressive idea is that once a story has left the lips of the teller it becomes the property of all those that have heard it While it may seem improbably that each speaker in the novel should be so well euipped to deliver such moving and poetic monologues as they do it must be remembered that it is the narrator s story and there words are now his property to use and shape as he sees fit to elaborate and polish It is in his right to forget what really happened and replace it with fiction He is by trade a ghostwriter and wouldn t it be only natural to ghostwrite the words of those he interacts with However what is most important is that this is a story being delivered unto us the reader to take hold in our hearts and minds finding its own sense of immortality by being passed from one to another When we seek meaning entertainment joy and solace in the words of a story it isn t the events that matter and why should it matter if they are fact or fiction because it is how the story reverberates within us that matters most It is how we internalize and reshape it to fit our ourselves so we can pass it on again Our lives are often a continuous betrayal and denial of what came before we twist and distort everything as time passes and et we are still aware however much we deceive ourselves that we are the keepers of secrets and mysteries however trivial This novel simply blew me away It came highly recommended from an extremely trustworthy source and managed to not only reach but to jump leaps and bounds over my expectations It is one of my favorite novels now Mar as is a
Master Of Language Meandering At Every Possible Chance To Castof language meandering at every possible chance to cast louacious flashlight into each crevasse of thought along the way et keeping an incredible intensity as he builds this psychological masterpiece The text is dense and macabre et darkly humorous and uplifting at the same time His ability to tie such a wide range of ideas together is staggering from large themes and motifs to clever repeated actions such as shoelaces coming untied to emphasize the idea of a life coming unraveled despite all attempts to hold it together I confess I had an extremely difficult time putting together
THIS REVIEW THERE IS TOO MUCHreview there is too much discuss and the only method of tying it all together into a feasible and comprehensive manner is to just read the novel Or perhaps this book took such a hold on my heart that I feel any attempt to turn it over would spoil and tarnish it with my fingerprints This novel is truly amazing and a truly amazing portrait of our struggle to find handholds in eternity while being sucked into oblivion55 When things come to an end they have a number and the world then depends on its storytellers but only for a short time and not entirely they never fully emerge from the shadows other people are never uite done and there is always someone for whom the mystery continues Tomorrow in the battle think on me And fall thy edgeless sword Despair and die William Shakespeare Richard IIIThe main character becomes an involuntary witness of death in t Everything. No one ever suspects begins Tomorrow in the Battle Think On Me that they might one day find themselves with a dead woman in their arms Marta has just met Victor when she invites him to dinner at her Madrid apartment while her husband is away on business When her two ear old son finally falls asleep Marta an.