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S'està carregant… Nietzsche and the Burbs (edició 2019)de Lars Iyer (Autor)
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"When a new student transfers in from a posh private school, he falls in with a group of like-minded suburban stoners, artists, and outcasts--too smart and creative for their own good. His classmates nickname their new friend Nietzsche (for his braininess and bleak outlook on life), and decide he must be the front man of their metal band, now christened Nietzsche and the Burbs. With the abyss of graduation--not to mention their first gig--looming ahead, the group ramps up their experimentations with sex, drugs, and ... nihilist philosophy. Are they as doomed as their intellectual heroes? And why does the end of youth feel like such a universal tragedy? And as they ponder life's biggies, this sly, elegant, and often laugh-out-loud funny story of would-be rebels becomes something special: an absorbing and stirring reminder of a particular, exciting yet bittersweet moment in life...and a reminder that all adolescents are philosophers, and all philosophers are adolescents at heart."--Amazon. No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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Life in the suburbs is often repetitive and banal. Lars Iyer takes that as inspiration to present us with a novel that is regularly repetitive and banal. Days of the week repeat and repeat. Even sentences repeat, with minor clauses or individuals swapped in and out. Your eyes will glaze over. That may sound like rhetorical success. But it’s also tiresome. And almost never funny. Which is a shame, I think, because Iyer’s previous books have been startlingly drôle. And though it may be unfair to criticize a novel for what it isn’t rather than what it is, still I think it permissible to register at least a disappointment. There’s no doubt that Iyer’s style here is a kind of tour de force. It’s just that I was hoping for more than an exercise carried out at length.
Unusually, I haven’t put forward a summary of the overall plot of the novel. It seems unnecessary. Of the five characters who form the core of the novel (and the band), they are, effectively, interchangeable. This, even though there is range of genders and ethnicities. Interchangeable. That doesn’t seem to me like something you want in a novel.
It’s entirely possible I’ve simply missed the subtle and powerful message being conveyed here. It happens. In the meantime, I find I can’t recommend this novel. ( )