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Bezig met laden... The Air-Conditioned Nightmare (1945)door Henry Miller
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In 1939, after ten years as an expatriate, Henry Miller returned to the United States with a keen desire to see what his native land was really like - to get to the roots of the American nature and experience. He set out on a journey that was to last three years, visiting many sections of the country and making friends of all descriptions. The Air-Conditioned Nightmare is the result of that odyssey. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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One of the more successful chapters is “My Dream of Mobile,” in which Miller connects his own idiosyncratic mental picture of Mobile (I kept hearing Dylan sing “Oh, Mama, can this really be the end…”) with the kind of imaginative aspirations that inspire adventuresome travelers everywhere, then folds in his first impressionable encounter with the work of Marco Polo (all readers know the feeling of finding a magical book) and comes back to the present dangerous moment in a world we fool ourselves into thinking we understand.
Our conception of these places, of the people that fill them, of their striving, their goals and their fulfillment is almost nil. Our adventurers and explorers lose themselves there, our scholars are confounded there, our evangelists and zealots and bigots are reduced to nullity there, our colonials rot there, our machines look puny and insignificant there, our armies are swallowed up there. Vast, multiform, polyglot, seething with unharnessed energy, now stagnant, now alert, ever menacing, ever mysterious....
The American South is no less mysterious and confounding for being close at hand.
It would be impossible to live in the South without being undermined. The climate, the landscape, the manners and customs, the soft speech exert a charm which is difficult to resist. This world of the South corresponds more nearly to the dream life which the poet imagines than do other sections of the country.
Miller’s perspective can surprise, even when the ideas are more suggestive than well-rendered. As much as some of these essays impress me, though, I was left ambivalent. Too many terrible sentences. Inane observations. Miller's propensity for clunky, clichéd phrasing.
”…oodles of time…”
“…Have faith. Dreams come true…”
“…a silence unlike anything we have experienced…”
“…spinning like a top…”
“…three sheets to the wind…”
“…make your hair stand on end…”
“…beyond the shadow of a doubt…”
“…ready in a jiffy…”
“…drunk with exaltation…”
“…hit the hay…”
Ugh. ( )