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Bezig met laden... De kakkerlak (2019)door Ian McEwan
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“The Cockroach” is so toothless and wan that it may drive his readers away in long apocalyptic caravans. The young McEwan, the author of blacker-than-black little novels, the man who acquired the nickname “Ian Macabre,” would rather have gnawed off his own fingers than written it. At dark political and social moments, we need better, rougher magic than this.... “The Cockroach” stalls. It devolves into self-satisfied, fish-in-barrel commentary about topics like Twitter and the tabloid press.
Politieke satire met een flinke knipoog naar de klassieker Die Verwandlung (De gedaanteverwisseling) van Franz Kafka. Een kakkerlak verandert in een man, en niet zomaar één: Jim Sams is de machtigste man van Groot-Brittannië! Als Prime Minister is zijn belangrijkste missie 'de wil van het volk' uit te oefenen. Niets mag hem daarin hinderen, niet de oppositie, noch de afvalligen in zijn eigen partij. Zelfs de regels van de parlementaire democratie moeten eraan geloven. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Things I like:
Ian McEwan's writing
Political satire
Franz Kafka
Taking the piss out of Tories
Bill Nighy reading me stories
Things I don't like:
Writers hotboxing themselves with their own farts
When satire isn't funny in the slightest, no matter how hard you crane your neck
Literary allusions as masterbatory aids
Liberals who think they are radical because they don't want to live in an isolationist conservative hellscape
Honestly, I was blowing raspberries at Bill Nighy as I started to lose my sanity in the onboxiousness of just how fucking inane and shitting boring this 2012, Partygate, Guardian thinkpiece of a book is. It does one thing exceptionally well, which is to show how fucked Brexit and the onward, rightward, authoritarian march or the Tories and how the English serfs love the taste of rubber, leather, and dog shit on their bootstrap fucking steaks--and what all this does to a motherfucker who can actually write and think!
This is only slightly less embarrassing that fucking JK shitting Rowling's utterly cringeful Night Before Christmas Corbyn pardoy. But at least that mortifying neo liberal TERF exercise in spilling smarm and fancy wine on a keyboard wasn't so utterly boring!
Ian. Mate. Mr McEwan. I get that shit is fucked. But this is not helping. This is also fucked shit and it does nothing, but make anyone who is not predisposed to giving themselves a fucking ham shandy over how fucking drole they are for saying Bojo even more of a headache.
They want all us trannies dead and we are dumping asylum seekers in Rwanda and building floating oubliettes and torture facilities. Fucking. Hell.
(Apologies. This book fucking broke my brain) ( )