Nam War Nihadan: Elegy For Literature That Has Dead | Monochromatic
I walked hastily towards the bookstore Kinokuniya Plaza Senayan to continue imagining the book "The Master and Margarita" by Russian dissident writer, Mikhaill Bulgakov, who has long kuincar, was on hand, be mine, before the pace was stopped by security officers Area guard the entrance. He menghadangku drapers magazine and said that the door was closed, and I had to enter through another door, because drapers magazine the event is being organized drapers magazine book publishing. I glanced inside and found the author was holding a question and answer session about his work. I did not recognize it. The author, the range I saw was a man of thirty, or younger, I do not know, with a smile that instantly reminded me of the Cheshire Cat, mischievous cat in the story of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". The smile that looks so fake. He smiled, but he did not really drapers magazine smile. I can see it clearly. Realizing drapers magazine this, I was without words automatically paraphrase Alice in heart: I never saw a man without a smile, but I never saw a smile without humans. I wonder what they are, the people who mengerubunginya and see it through the eyes of a digital camera lens, capable of realizing it.
I spent almost an hour, examine one by one the shelves and rows of books in the literature section: Nabokov, Dostoevsky, Palahniuk, Pamuk, drapers magazine Garcia Marquez, Easton Ellis, Neruda, drapers magazine Coelho, Fitzgerald, Kerouac, and others. The names that's it. Not much has changed. One thing I noticed, a few months ago when I visited this place, I still see a series of Bolaño's works (2666, The Savage Detectives, Distant Star, The Skating Rink, Nazi Literature in the Americas) which neatly framed, plastered drapers magazine proud and untouched, such as antique ornaments are used as a display in a glass case watertight, without any scratches and dust. Sensation that always I like, see the books of authors kegemaranku, standing tall among the ranks of mediocre drapers magazine writers who lacked the imagination and guts. Maybe it would be better if his side also organized a series of books from writers canon (or maudit) Latin America, then everything will look perfect. And I would be more than happy to steal the books, completing the collection. But these books are now all been lost. I can only imagine where the books end.
Authors who earlier had seen, now standing beside me. I watched. He was wearing drapers magazine frameless glasses the first time to hate. I prefer to wear a monocle rather than have to wear frameless glasses, I thought. Moreover aesthetically, monocle looks much more understated. And may be able to make me a bit like Tristan Tzara, things secretly kuidamkan. He seemed drapers magazine also been looking for books to buy. As I was contemplating, intending to steal, he instead intends to buy. The man walked slowly toward the general fiction drapers magazine section, then looked down and reached into a book that is in the bottom row of shelves. And like what I thought, equally bad taste to smile (and I'm sure, as do the book). Although it was not exactly my taste better drapers magazine than him (more daring, perhaps only). Clearly, he was totally different from me.
I greeted her, trying to make small talk with her, ask her name (who was also quickly forgotten, habit), and then asked what kind of books he published. He was a little disturbed to that question is out of place, out of the question and answer session that took place earlier. Still reluctant to answer, I then told him forget it. Waste of time. He was finally forced to answer briefly, that the book is merely a joke, and then grinned.
I then asked, if the book is just a joke, then what makes him think to publish it. From this brief introduction, I could even catch that the quality of the humor is not much different from those of the Indonesian stand-up comedian, humor urban intellectual snobs (they think they are a George Carlin), or internal tasteless humor, and almost the same Unlike most local writers now: no guts. What makes it considers itself so special? drapers magazine Deftly, he immediately replied that as a writer (mediocre) he just wants his mind, so he could share the humor-humor with others, so that the people drapers magazine appreciate it on their achievements, promoting his book into bookstores, or by word else, he just wants to be seen. Yes, of course. What else. I saw his picture everywhere. Crazy, I thought. His honesty made per
I walked hastily towards the bookstore Kinokuniya Plaza Senayan to continue imagining the book "The Master and Margarita" by Russian dissident writer, Mikhaill Bulgakov, who has long kuincar, was on hand, be mine, before the pace was stopped by security officers Area guard the entrance. He menghadangku drapers magazine and said that the door was closed, and I had to enter through another door, because drapers magazine the event is being organized drapers magazine book publishing. I glanced inside and found the author was holding a question and answer session about his work. I did not recognize it. The author, the range I saw was a man of thirty, or younger, I do not know, with a smile that instantly reminded me of the Cheshire Cat, mischievous cat in the story of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". The smile that looks so fake. He smiled, but he did not really drapers magazine smile. I can see it clearly. Realizing drapers magazine this, I was without words automatically paraphrase Alice in heart: I never saw a man without a smile, but I never saw a smile without humans. I wonder what they are, the people who mengerubunginya and see it through the eyes of a digital camera lens, capable of realizing it.
I spent almost an hour, examine one by one the shelves and rows of books in the literature section: Nabokov, Dostoevsky, Palahniuk, Pamuk, drapers magazine Garcia Marquez, Easton Ellis, Neruda, drapers magazine Coelho, Fitzgerald, Kerouac, and others. The names that's it. Not much has changed. One thing I noticed, a few months ago when I visited this place, I still see a series of Bolaño's works (2666, The Savage Detectives, Distant Star, The Skating Rink, Nazi Literature in the Americas) which neatly framed, plastered drapers magazine proud and untouched, such as antique ornaments are used as a display in a glass case watertight, without any scratches and dust. Sensation that always I like, see the books of authors kegemaranku, standing tall among the ranks of mediocre drapers magazine writers who lacked the imagination and guts. Maybe it would be better if his side also organized a series of books from writers canon (or maudit) Latin America, then everything will look perfect. And I would be more than happy to steal the books, completing the collection. But these books are now all been lost. I can only imagine where the books end.
Authors who earlier had seen, now standing beside me. I watched. He was wearing drapers magazine frameless glasses the first time to hate. I prefer to wear a monocle rather than have to wear frameless glasses, I thought. Moreover aesthetically, monocle looks much more understated. And may be able to make me a bit like Tristan Tzara, things secretly kuidamkan. He seemed drapers magazine also been looking for books to buy. As I was contemplating, intending to steal, he instead intends to buy. The man walked slowly toward the general fiction drapers magazine section, then looked down and reached into a book that is in the bottom row of shelves. And like what I thought, equally bad taste to smile (and I'm sure, as do the book). Although it was not exactly my taste better drapers magazine than him (more daring, perhaps only). Clearly, he was totally different from me.
I greeted her, trying to make small talk with her, ask her name (who was also quickly forgotten, habit), and then asked what kind of books he published. He was a little disturbed to that question is out of place, out of the question and answer session that took place earlier. Still reluctant to answer, I then told him forget it. Waste of time. He was finally forced to answer briefly, that the book is merely a joke, and then grinned.
I then asked, if the book is just a joke, then what makes him think to publish it. From this brief introduction, I could even catch that the quality of the humor is not much different from those of the Indonesian stand-up comedian, humor urban intellectual snobs (they think they are a George Carlin), or internal tasteless humor, and almost the same Unlike most local writers now: no guts. What makes it considers itself so special? drapers magazine Deftly, he immediately replied that as a writer (mediocre) he just wants his mind, so he could share the humor-humor with others, so that the people drapers magazine appreciate it on their achievements, promoting his book into bookstores, or by word else, he just wants to be seen. Yes, of course. What else. I saw his picture everywhere. Crazy, I thought. His honesty made per
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