1Q84
Haruki Murakami, 2009
Φαντασίας Επιστημονική φαντασίαΣύγχρονη πεζογραφίαΑστυνομικά και θρίλερ
Ατμόσφαιρα: ανησυχία και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, την κοινωνία και τη μνήμη.
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Tengo gazed at the moons, not paying much attention to the sound of the wind, sitting there until his whole body was chilled to the bone. It must have been around fifteen minutes. No, maybe more. His sense of time had left him. His body, initially warmed by the whiskey, now felt hard and cold, like a lonely boulder at the bottom of the sea.The clouds continued to scud off toward the south. No matter how many were blown away, others appeared to take their place. There was an inexhaustible source of clouds in some land far to the north. Decisive people, minds fixed on the task, clothed in thick, gray uniforms, working silently from morning to night to make clouds, like bees make honey, spiders make webs, and war makes widows. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Ατμόσφαιρα: ανησυχία και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, την κοινωνία και τη μνήμη.
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- Αν σου άρεσε το «1Q84», δοκίμασε «Oryx and Crake» (Margaret Atwood), «Prodigy» (Marie Lu) και «The Stranger» (Albert Camus).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
The moment a man decides he has nothing left to confess.
I don’t know why, but something inside me snapped. I started yelling at the top of my lungs, and I insulted him and told him not to waste his prayers on me. I grabbed him by the collar of his cassock. I was pouring out on him everything that was in my heart, cries of anger and cries of joy.
The Stranger · Albert Camus
The most dangerous people are not the ones who look like monsters.
“He’s a fair man.” I looked at him, startled. “I said fair,” he repeated. “Not likable.” I kept quiet. His father wasn’t the monster he could have been with the power he held over his slaves. He wasn’t a monster at all. Just an ordinary man who sometimes did the monstrous things his society said were legal and proper.
Kindred · Octavia E. Butler
Κι αν η ανυπαρξία σήμαινε πως σκορπίζεις στον κόσμο;
Even if it means oblivion, friends, I’ll welcome it, because it won’t be nothing. We’ll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we’ll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we’ll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.
Η Αμπαρόσφαιρα · Philip Pullman
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