Mostrando postagens com marcador Jonathan Franzen. Mostrar todas as postagens
Mostrando postagens com marcador Jonathan Franzen. Mostrar todas as postagens

quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2016

Stay alive

"He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to live. Each new thing he encountered in life impelled him in a direction that fully convinced him of its rightness, but then the next new thing loomed up and impelled him in the opposite direction, which also felt right. There was no controlling narrative: he seemed to himself a purely reactive pinball in a game whose only object was to stay alive for staying alive's sake."

Jonathan Franzen (1959-). Freedom (2010). New York: Picador, 2010. p. 400

terça-feira, 12 de abril de 2016

The Fiend of Athens

"...the plot of 'The Fiend of Athens' [O Demônio/Maníaco de Atenas] concerned a mild-mannered Athenian accountant with horn-rimmed glasses who is walking to work one morning when he sees his own picture on the front page of a newspaper, with the headline FIEND OF ATHENS STILL AT LARGE [Demônio/Maníaco de Atenas ainda à solta]. Athenians in the street immediately start pointing at him and chasing him, and he's on the brink of being apprehended when he's rescued by a gang of terrorists or criminals who mistake him for their fiendish leader. The gang has a bold plan to do something like blow up the Parthenon, and the hero keeps trying to explain to them that he's just a mild-mannered accountant, not the Fiend, but the gang is so counting on his help, and the rest of the city is so intent on killing him, that there finally comes an amazing moment when he whips off his glasses 'and becomes their fearless leader' - the Fiend of Athens! He says, 'OK, men, this is how the plan is going to work'."

Jonathan Franzen (1959-). Freedom (2010). New York: Picador, 2010, p. 121-2

Taste of eternity

"Patty felt like she'd taken some powerful drug that wasn't wearing off, or like she'd fallen into an incredibly vivid dream that she wasn't waking up from, except that she was fully aware, from second to second to second, that it wasn't a drug or a dream but just life happening to her, a life with only a present and no past [...]. And she was 21 and could feel her 21ness in the young, clean, strong wind that was blowing down from Canada. Her little taste of eternity."

Jonathan Franzen (1959-). Freedom (2010). New York: Picador, 2010. p. 162