One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
Ken Kesey, 1962
Σύγχρονη πεζογραφία Λογοτεχνική πεζογραφίαΚόμικ και χιούμορ
Ατμόσφαιρα: αντίσταση και ανησυχία. Μιλά για την εξουσία, την τρέλα και την ελευθερία.
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While McMurphy laughs. Rocking farther and farther backward against the cabin top, spreading his laugh out across the water — laughing at the girl, at the guys, at George, at me sucking my bleeding thumb, at the captain back at the pier... and the Big Nurse and all of it. Because he knows you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy. He knows there’s a painful side; he knows my thumb smarts and his girlfriend has a bruised breast and the doctor is losing his glasses, but he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: αντίσταση και ανησυχία. Μιλά για την εξουσία, την τρέλα και την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest», δοκίμασε «Catch-22» (Joseph Heller), «Nineteen Eighty-Four» (George Orwell) και «Lord of the Flies» (William Golding).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
The word for disappearance that sounds like household cleaning.
It was always at night—the arrests invariably happened at night. The sudden jerk out of sleep, the rough hand shaking your shoulder, the lights glaring in your eyes, the ring of hard faces round the bed. In the vast majority of cases there was no trial, no report of the arrest. People simply disappeared, always during the night. Your name was removed from the registers, every record of everything you had ever done was wiped out, your one-time existence was denied and then forgotten. You were abolished, annihilated: VAPORIZED was the usual word.
Nineteen Eighty-Four · George Orwell
Three days of privacy, granted by the people who took it away.
Good evening, London. This is the voice of fate. Almost four hundred years ago tonight, a great citizen made a most significant contribution to our common culture. It was a contribution formed in stealth and silence and secrecy, although it is best remembered in noise and bright light. To commemorate this most glorious of evenings, Her Majesty’s government is pleased to return the rights of secrecy and privacy to you, its loyal subjects. For three days, your movements will not be watched, your conversations will not be listened to, and ‘do what thou wilt’ shall be the whole of the law. God bless you, and goodnight.
V for Vendetta · Alan Moore
Πόσο κοστίζει να πείσεις ένα σύστημα ότι είναι ευάλωτο;
“I think we’ll make this whole situation a lot simpler by agreeing not to lie to each other,” he says. “What do you think?” I think my tongue has frozen and speech will be impossible, so I surprise myself by answering back in a steady voice, “Yes, I think that would save time.” “Whatever problems anyone may have with the Capitol, believe me when I say that if it released its grip on the districts for even a short time, the entire system would collapse.” [...] “It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.”
Catching Fire · Suzanne Collins
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