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Chargement... Malone meurt (1951)par Samuel Beckett
   Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Estarei em breve apesar de tudo completamente morto enfim. Esta primeira frase do livro é a mais interessante, que deixa uma avenida de expectativa sobre o que virá a seguir. Primeiro livro que leio do autor, pretendo ler os outros. Personagens marginais - velhos em asilos ou manicômio, pobres, miseráveis, doentes mentais como são, sem apelar para o melodrama fácil, mas crus e reais, para nos mostrar como somos como sociedade. (  ) ViniPedroni | Sep 22, 2022 |  OK, this book is good if you just want a break from detailed, up tight writing. Maybe you have a very technical job and you'd like something that breaks all the rules to help your brain unwind at the end of the day. Great. Other than that, there isn't really anything here. Yes, the confused narrator is a good idea, his constant denying of what he just said, these are good ideas, but it's all empty. Could have been a real step forward in 1951, but this is 2017 and - to me - this has neither effect nor affect. There are billions of better books. (  ) GirlMeetsTractor | Mar 22, 2020 | A story in a rambling monologue with so much oddness firing inside the mind of a bed ridden man. Perhaps the edge of madness or permanently stuck in that twilight before sleep. Audible edition (  ) evil_cyclist | Mar 16, 2020 | I liked this book. Probably that's for a big part due to the narrator, for the story itself is a bit crazy. A dying man who tells tales, the second book in a short time that covers this topic. I liked it less than The Viper's Tangle, but it still was noce. (  ) BoekenTrol71 | May 15, 2019 | An example of Beckett's humor is the friend (?) Jackson trying to teach his parrot to say "nihil in intellectu nisi prius in sensu (Latin for "nothing in the intellect unless first in the senses"). ( ) nog | May 15, 2017 | aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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This is the second in the famous trilogy of novels written by Samuel Beckett in the late 1940s. An old man is dying in a room. His bowl of soup comes, his pots are emptied. He waits to die. And while he waits, he constructs stories, mainly to pass the time. Saposcat, the Lambert family, Macmann and his nurse Moll. Other figures weave in and out of his vision and his imagination. This remarkable soliloquy, so intrinsically Beckettian, is as important as Waiting for Godot or Endgame, the famous plays that made his name. Sean Barrett gives a masterly performance. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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