Javor

On the beginning of the book I was afraid that when I die, nobody will be sorry nor sad. Very human and selfish of me I know.

Trough the middle of the book I was afraid of becomig jaded and forgetting how to live and how to love.

In the end I was afraid that death will be the only truth in my life.

I hope those fears are here to stay.

Cheers.

I am always jealous when author can be focused and concise to write a short book in which they can build believable world, set interesting characters and make mundane things, such as training a bird, engaging.

But I am split in my thinking of the book shortness. I am disappointed that the story ended when characters where just set to be fully developed. On the other hand maybe Fonda said everything she had to say, and for me to search for more is just greedy. I am sad that it ended so soon, but good things end soon, which makes this a book good, a very good book indeed.

Cheers.

Got this book after History of Knowledge (which I really liked) and I can not say anything new that has not been said in comments before this one.

The book is overexplained and has that bit of a pretentious tone of a snob writer. I must say that over explanation is sometimes needed so that every reader can get writer's ideas and points. Especially in science books, or whenever author has something refreshing or interesting to say

But there is nothing interesting here.

The analysis goes very shallow and does not branch out into other themes that can be associated with reading.

If I did not know half the things that are written in this book I could not read it and understand it at all.

Or maybe the pretentious tone of the book reminded me of my own pretentious writing style.

Yikes.

Cheers anyways.

You know that feeling when you read a good book and it feels everything you do can be connected what you just read.

Like a shadow you can not get a rid of, it is annoying but comforting at the same time. You found yourself between those pages and found an author who shares same human feelings and thoughts as you. It reminds you that you are not special, you just need to think less and talk more. And also that shadow throws a shade on everything you read in near future. You wish that every next book has similar shape and words like that shadow. But it is hard to accept that every book should be different and that every man and woman are pretty much the same.

I did not write anything about the book itself, because I do not want to. I want anyone to read it with an empty mind and take from it as much as they can.

Cheers

Fyodor can be a genius immersing you in human psyche and of course, writing intruding and impressively winding dialogue.

But this book... It feels like Fyodor got an assignment to write a novel with absurdly high word count and is struggling to come up with anything new so he does what everyone does in that situation and fills the pages with vacuum.

Not my canister of tea.

Cheers.

It is like American psycho set in 19th century France. Just unnecessary long of conversations that go nowhere, and descriptions that serve no purpose. But instead of being done intentionally it feels like author tried to imitate descriptiveness of russian realism but got focused on wrong things. It is a good premise but could be easily be done in less the 100 pages.

Cheers.

A perfect entry book if you want to want to enter a long dark,cold and very descriptive world of classic Russian novels.

It has all the ingredients that make a classic Russian novel; depressing Russian atmosphere, long descriptive dialogue, focus on motives and thoughts of the characters, and so on, and so on... but it is short, very short in comparison to others of its kind and it is written in first person.

I found it very similar to Crime and Punishment, especially the main character. On the other hand, the perspective from the first person really gives it a more direct approach to main character line of thought which is refreshing for the genre. The first part of the book is just one big monologue, which might as well be my favorite piece of literature, later it waters down with an actual story but still remains what it is, just a great read that I can not describe how much I am happy to pick up.

Cheers.

A tense, mysterius, unforgiving and on the moments humerus novel set in small region in the tense, mysterius, unforgiving and on the moments humerus Balkans.

It is a thriller and a book about life small remote village among small folk and their small lives. The "thriller" side (I do not like that term and I do not know if I am using it corectly but my lack of vocabulary and laziness are here so it will do) is interesting and it keeps the plot going and I like the interwined realistic perspective and childlike naive fantasy that softens (or worsens) some grussome scenes.

Personally I read far too many books covering the theme of growing up in rural parts of South-Eastern Europe, and yes I am from those parts (if my grammar did not uncover that yet) so for me it felt a bit repetitive but I think that outsider may find a lot of interesting here.

Cheers.

The first book I reecomend to anyone who asks for a good read.

It breaks boundaries what book can be and it that freedom it plays with charming playfulness and imagination. Had a happy grin on my face through the whole book.

If you have book burn out or a feeling that every book that you read is pretty much the same, give a Traveler a chance, he will lead you outside on cold winter air. Breathe in the cold air and hopefully you will remember why you feel in love with the books.

Cheers.

Fun fact: In 1961 this book and LOTR were nomineted for Nobel price, and guess which one won... This one.

Now that I have your attention, I can start mansplaining.

Even though I think LOTR is not that great of a book, the incredibly detailed world that Tolkien made made such an impact on literature and all other media can be hardly be explained by words. This book is also very detailed and narrative but is realistic and brutal as much as LOTR is not, and pretty much forgotten outside countries of former Yugoslavia and literature snobs( I think).

The book takes historical approach of telling the story of the bridge and settlement around it (Višegrad) across several centuries. As bloodsheds, wars, and different authorities take over, and characters change frequently the bridge stands as a striking monument defying the time itself, like a sleeping stone giant.

It is a slow read mind you. Like a grampa telling you story of the old days, but it is interesting and will warm you and tuck you in its pages in that dark and raw way that eastern European books do.

Cheers.