I did one of these threads way back, around about the same time as I started The Artist thread. While our Art is going strong, the literature has dropped back into the murky depths and I've elected to restart rather than dredge it up.
So here goes.
This is a place for the discussion of books. Any books. I'm talking short semi-reviews and critical thinking about what happens in the books. Spamming "GARH HATE HATE HATE TWILIGHT GAHHH" is not critical thinking, so none of that thanks. If you offer a genuine overview of why you dislike the books it's closer to the point of this thread. Any discussion pertaining to the significance of literature is also very welcome here. Authors too.
As ever there is fair warning that spoilers may be present here due to plot and character analysis.
A spectacular read with quirky, imaginative language and haunting themes. The book isn't intended as something to support violence but instead something to represent the importance of free will even when it is used to perform violent acts. Funnily enough Burgess mourns that it is his most celebrated work, considering himself to have written other, better things which were never as well received.
So here goes.
This is a place for the discussion of books. Any books. I'm talking short semi-reviews and critical thinking about what happens in the books. Spamming "GARH HATE HATE HATE TWILIGHT GAHHH" is not critical thinking, so none of that thanks. If you offer a genuine overview of why you dislike the books it's closer to the point of this thread. Any discussion pertaining to the significance of literature is also very welcome here. Authors too.
As ever there is fair warning that spoilers may be present here due to plot and character analysis.
A Clockwork Orange is a like horrorshow classic written by Anthony Burgess to offer a viddy into the rassoodock of a 15-year-old malchick in a dystopian world of ultraviolence and nadsat. Our Humble Narrator Alex leads the reader through his experience as a malchick dodging school, drinking milk-plus and tollchoking any starry chellovek he comes across alongside droogs Dim, Pete and George.
Alex winds up in prison for making the red red krovvy run too far from one particular devotchka which laid her like dead. After two sorry years inside he turns to a Ludivico technique for a quick release which removes Our Humble Narrator's capacity to commit ultraviolence against anyone because it makes him feel so very sick. Once released, Alex is set upon by previous victims of the ultraviolence including a group of starry people in a library, some of his old droogs and a writer he tollchoked and did the old in out in out upon the wife of.
The run-in with the writer begins with Alex being taken in like horrorshow because the writer is stringently against the Ludivico technique as it removes the human capacity to rassoodock for oneself. At first the writer doesn't viddy who Alex is, though eventually realisation dawns and he traps Our Humble Narrator in a second-floor room. A piece of music Alex had loved before it was turned with the same sickness as ultraviolence is played and in his anguished state Alex throws himself out of the window.
Consciousness dawns all like bright and hospitalised with a real horrorshow nurse for Alex. While in a skorry coma his head has been 'fixed', returned to the state it was in before and leaving Alex to continue his malchick habits once out of hospital. Strange enough this wears thin because the older Humble Narrator sees like little point in it any more.
Alex winds up in prison for making the red red krovvy run too far from one particular devotchka which laid her like dead. After two sorry years inside he turns to a Ludivico technique for a quick release which removes Our Humble Narrator's capacity to commit ultraviolence against anyone because it makes him feel so very sick. Once released, Alex is set upon by previous victims of the ultraviolence including a group of starry people in a library, some of his old droogs and a writer he tollchoked and did the old in out in out upon the wife of.
The run-in with the writer begins with Alex being taken in like horrorshow because the writer is stringently against the Ludivico technique as it removes the human capacity to rassoodock for oneself. At first the writer doesn't viddy who Alex is, though eventually realisation dawns and he traps Our Humble Narrator in a second-floor room. A piece of music Alex had loved before it was turned with the same sickness as ultraviolence is played and in his anguished state Alex throws himself out of the window.
Consciousness dawns all like bright and hospitalised with a real horrorshow nurse for Alex. While in a skorry coma his head has been 'fixed', returned to the state it was in before and leaving Alex to continue his malchick habits once out of hospital. Strange enough this wears thin because the older Humble Narrator sees like little point in it any more.
A spectacular read with quirky, imaginative language and haunting themes. The book isn't intended as something to support violence but instead something to represent the importance of free will even when it is used to perform violent acts. Funnily enough Burgess mourns that it is his most celebrated work, considering himself to have written other, better things which were never as well received.