first novel of its author, New York Fantasy is a book about the trip. Travel between Paris and New York, New York travel and travel within the same narrator.
New York seems to be as I imagined: halftone, illuminated, hyperactive, bearer of dreams and yet almost already obsolete. As if the city was synonymous with melancholy, nostalgia.
" New York was the place where people came not to live or to realize their dreams but to invent the dreams they had not. "
He also talked about Leonard Cohen, I do not know. But he speaks so I've a good mind to find out ... I note on my list of things to do.
New York seems to be as I imagined: halftone, illuminated, hyperactive, bearer of dreams and yet almost already obsolete. As if the city was synonymous with melancholy, nostalgia.
" New York was the place where people came not to live or to realize their dreams but to invent the dreams they had not. "
He also talked about Leonard Cohen, I do not know. But he speaks so I've a good mind to find out ... I note on my list of things to do.
My love I waited
waited day and night
I did not see the time passing
so I threw half of my life.
There were lots of invitations
and I know that thou hast sent
but waited
a miracle happens ...
waited day and night
I did not see the time passing
so I threw half of my life.
There were lots of invitations
and I know that thou hast sent
but waited
a miracle happens ...
A book on art and writing that raises questions or more answers.
" According to him, there was a price to pay tribute to the art. There was no art without sacrifice. "
"For write, he must make a sacrifice. Be prepared to sacrifice his happiness. "
A book on the path to self, which thus brings us back to self ... se!
" And then there was this phrase taken from one of Kerouac's early writings, saying that inevitably ended up going home and what to retain in the final was number of laps that were completed between the time of his departure to the scheduled return. "
All backed by a very beautiful language used and the characters colorful. The kind of book that I would commit ...
" According to him, there was a price to pay tribute to the art. There was no art without sacrifice. "
"For write, he must make a sacrifice. Be prepared to sacrifice his happiness. "
A book on the path to self, which thus brings us back to self ... se!
" And then there was this phrase taken from one of Kerouac's early writings, saying that inevitably ended up going home and what to retain in the final was number of laps that were completed between the time of his departure to the scheduled return. "
All backed by a very beautiful language used and the characters colorful. The kind of book that I would commit ...
JACQUEMOND Olivier. - New York Fantasy . - Mercure de France, May 2009.
0 comments:
Post a Comment