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Sto caricando le informazioni... Waiting Period (originale 2002; edizione 2002)di Hubert Selby Jr.
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. So I love Selby, growing up a punk rock kid and reading Rollins and 2-13-61, he has been something of a cult figure for me and I'd been wanting to read this book for some time, but let me say it was rather disappointing. He seemed out of his element - he's done stunning stream of consciousness sort of prose, as with The Room and parts of his more well known novels - but here he just falls short. We enter the mind of a man pushed to the edge of living, ready to commit suicide until he finds meaning in the murder of wicked others; sounds great, but the mind of this man, it turns out, isn't terribly interesting, illuminating, intelligent, or insightful. Perhaps that's the point, but I don't think so; I think Selby was just sort of lazy, beginning with a fine concept but unwilling or unable to really dive deeply into it. Selby's little omnipotent musings here and there, condoning our murderous narrator, also seemed to me forced and ridiculous (not that we shouldn't condone the narrator). I wouldn't recommend this novel, especially if you've never read the author before; check out Last Exit to Brooklyn, a contemporary masterpiece, instead. Fed up with society, a man decides to start killing people who deserve it. But he has to find ways to murder that do not involve a gun because he is still waiting for his. Hence the title. Anhwho, the author, who I've read before, does a decent job of bringing humor to his rants about society. A little slow at times, it was a decent read. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
A blood-chilling excursion into the twisted mind of a serial killer by the acclaimed author of Last Exit to Brooklyn, Hubert Selby Jr. When the oppressiveness of his memories becomes too hard to bear, a traumatized veteran decides to die. But he grows impatient during the legal waiting period to purchase the gun that will end his sad life. Then he grows angry, resentful of those he blames for his misery and those he feels simply don't deserve to live. Suddenly a man with no future has a new purpose and a new role as avenging angel. As he spirals deeper into the darkest regions of his twisted imagination, his grisly obsession will give him a reason to live, propelling him relentlessly forward on his great mission to cleanse the dirty city of the unworthy. A brilliant and terrifying nightmare from the author of the critically acclaimed classics Last Exit to Brooklyn and Requiem for a Dream, Hubert Selby Jr.'s Waiting Period views a grim modern world of pain and injustice through the eyes of a maniac whose mind is rapidly deteriorating. A dark and haunting work of raw, savage power, it provides further testament to the greatness of one of America's most original contemporary literary artists. This ebook features an illustrated biography of Hubert Selby Jr. including rare photos from the author's estate. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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An interesting set-up, but author Hubert Selby Jr. does nothing with it. The plot to kill the bureaucrat is lame (rather than use the gun, the protagonist obsesses over putting e.coli in the man's food) and the second half of the story noodles along until it just stops. There are no plot repercussions, nor are there any guilt-ridden dilemmas on the protagonist's part (as is the case in a comparable premise in Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment). The whole book just seemed so purposeless, so un-literary and redundant. The stream-of-consciousness style is headache-inducing and facile, and the protagonist's ramblings are of the generic "rage against the system" variety. In truth, I felt like I'd walked in on the author's masturbation session. ( )