Showing posts with label iPod. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iPod. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
The Sorrows of Young Werther by Goethe
I can see the influence of Goethe on Schopenhauer with this.
Rather enjoyable emo literature.
Rather enjoyable emo literature.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Antichrist by Friedrich Nietzsche
Nice, entertaining diatribe against Christianity, read while hanging out with 7th-Day-Adventist Indonesians on the south coast of Java.
Labels:
2009,
Friedrich Nietzsche,
Germany,
in Indonesia,
iPod,
non-fiction,
philosophy
Liza of Lambeth by Somerset Maugham
As generally happens when reading the full complement of a favourite author's works, the highs of initial brilliance are replaced by the lows of missteps.
This was Maugham's first novel, and though the trademark sympathy for fun-loving people is apparent, it's pretty ordinary.
Is this the only Maugham novel written in the third person?
This was Maugham's first novel, and though the trademark sympathy for fun-loving people is apparent, it's pretty ordinary.
Is this the only Maugham novel written in the third person?
Labels:
2009,
England,
fiction,
in Indonesia,
iPod,
Somerset Maugham
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Notes From the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Hilariously, devilishly, morosely good.
I think of Nick Cave as the musical embodiment of Dostoyevsky -- depressing, but funny.
I think of Nick Cave as the musical embodiment of Dostoyevsky -- depressing, but funny.
Labels:
2009,
fiction,
Fyodor Dostoyevsky,
in Indonesia,
iPod,
Russia
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Seriously, how did this ever become the great American novel? How could this interest anyone over ten years of age? I suppose the sympathetic depiction of African Americans is much less powerful these days, but even when concessions are made for that, I still can't get past the simple language and harebrained schemes that made it impossible for me to enjoy.
A huge disappointment.
A huge disappointment.
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2009,
fiction,
in Indonesia,
iPod,
Mark Twain,
USA
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