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sloatsj's review
4.0
my husband bought me this out of the blue years ago. it was the first israeli novel i'd ever read and i loved it. i went on to seek out more israeli fiction, but nothing did it for me like this did. the selling point was the very nicely drawn protagonist, both lovable and a loser.
alex2739's review
Such a frustrating read.
When I picked it up I thought the writer was going to elaborate a lot more on politics, religion, people and their different perspectives on various matters, culture or something along those lines. But what I got was a problematic and very immature main character that he always said "that's my problem" but not even once did he do anything at all to find a solution, he wanted to seem complex and that he did something wih his beliefs but once again nothing happened, you are not a poet for having published once in your lifetime a collection of poems, a lot of tmi about his thingy that actually nobody asked for, his problematic relationships with women (in this novel as far as my interpretation is concerned, they were viewed as objects for pleasure and nothing else), (spoiler but) wtf the kids killed a dog??!, the wife told you to leave her new family alone and you just?? did not even? listen to her? -not going to use the word 'understand' because it's pointless-, his father was right that he needed to try and do something with his life (and that something doesn't even have to be remarkable: for example clean his freaking place or was that -not- skilfully created by the author to have that metaphor with the cockroach?
Painful to read in my opinion.
When I picked it up I thought the writer was going to elaborate a lot more on politics, religion, people and their different perspectives on various matters, culture or something along those lines. But what I got was a problematic and very immature main character that he always said "that's my problem" but not even once did he do anything at all to find a solution, he wanted to seem complex and that he did something wih his beliefs but once again nothing happened, you are not a poet for having published once in your lifetime a collection of poems, a lot of tmi about his thingy that actually nobody asked for, his problematic relationships with women (in this novel as far as my interpretation is concerned, they were viewed as objects for pleasure and nothing else), (spoiler but) wtf the kids killed a dog??!, the wife told you to leave her new family alone and you just?? did not even? listen to her? -not going to use the word 'understand' because it's pointless-, his father was right that he needed to try and do something with his life (and that something doesn't even have to be remarkable: for example clean his freaking place or was that -not- skilfully created by the author to have that metaphor with the cockroach?
Painful to read in my opinion.
epictetsocrate's review
4.0
Cu cinci nopţi înaintea nenorocirii, Fima avu dimineaţa în jurnalul său. Era un carnet maroniu, care zăcea veşnic sub grămada dezordonată de ziare şi reviste vechi, la picioarele patului. Îşi luase obiceiul să noteze în el tot ce văzuse peste noapte, stând încă în pat, în timp ce primele raze de lumină ale zorilor răzbăteau prin crăpăturile obloanelor. Chiar dacă nu văzuse nimic sau uitase ce văzuse, aprindea totuşi veioza, mijea ochii, se ridica în capul oaselor, aşeza pe genunchii ridicaţi o revistă mai groasă, ca să-i slujească drept masă de scris, apoi nota ceva în genul:
„Douăzeci decembrie, noapte fără vise”.
„Patru ianuarie, ceva despre o vulpe şi o scară, dar amănuntele au dispărut.”
Obişnuia să scrie datele în litere, nu în cifre.
„Douăzeci decembrie, noapte fără vise”.
„Patru ianuarie, ceva despre o vulpe şi o scară, dar amănuntele au dispărut.”
Obişnuia să scrie datele în litere, nu în cifre.
nadyne's review
4.0
A very interesting read... I was a little afraid it would be boring, but it sure was not.
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