R.S. Jones (1) (–2001)
Auteur de Force of Gravity
Pour les autres auteurs qui s'appellent R.S. Jones, voyez la page de désambigüisation.
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Partage des connaissances
- Nom légal
- Jones, Robert S.
- Autres noms
- Jones, R.S.
- Date de naissance
- 1954–03-03
- Date de décès
- 2001-08-13
- Sexe
- male
- Nationalité
- USA
- Lieu de naissance
- Santa Monica, California, USA
- Lieu du décès
- New York, New York, USA
- Lieux de résidence
- Santa Monica, California, USA
New Jersey, USA
Geneva, New York, USA
Chicago, Illinois, USA
New York, New York, USA - Études
- Hobart and William Smith Colleges, Geneva, New York, USA
University of Chicago Divinity School, Chicago, Illinois, USA - Professions
- teacher
novelist
editor - Organisations
- ACT UP AIDS Awareness Organization (media coordinator ∙ New York chapter)
Harper & Row
HarperCollins Publishers - Prix et distinctions
- Whiting Writers' Award (1992)
Membres
Critiques
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Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 2
- Aussi par
- 1
- Membres
- 89
- Popularité
- #207,492
- Évaluation
- 3.4
- Critiques
- 2
- ISBN
- 11
- Langues
- 1
I picked this book up after seeing it described as a charming exploration of character moving between emotional sensitivity and florid paranoia.
And indeed, Emmet is a caring and likeable person, and on one level his descent into madness is humorous. He feels compelled to document everything wrong in the city, and so he memorizes the municipal code, "although sometimes now, he grew overburdened by all he had learned. He found evidence of lawlessness every time he left his apartment. Even when he opened the back door to shake lint from a rug into the neighborhood air, he knew from his pamphlets that he was committing a crime."
After a friend told him that there were cameras in the department stores where he shopped, Emmet became concerned. He "knew he acted suspiciously even when he was alone. He imagined that there were rolls and rolls of negatives of him stored in tin cannisters in darkrooms through-out the city."
As the summer progressed, Emmet's madness deepened, and he began to believe that his neighbors are watching him in shifts from their porches and sidewalks: "Whenever they sensed something out of order, an alarm swept through them like a code tapped through prison walls. People he had never met had begun to nod at him knowingly, as if they had read a dossier in a file somewhere and been made to memorize his photograph. Emmet believed he was the subject they spoke about over dinner, and even, as the days wore on, the person they wrote about in letters to friends and relatives he would never meet."
The second part of the book takes place after Emmet is institutionalized. His roomate believes that Emmet is John Lennon incognito, and begs Emmet to let him in on the secrets of the White Album, and whether Paul is really dead. Other inmates are also vividly and lovingly drawn.
There are serious undertones to this book--mental illness is not all fun and games. However, Emmett is one of the more colorful and engaging characters I've come across recently. Highly recommended… (plus d'informations)