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Bezig met laden... The Ring of Brightest Angels Around Heaven: A Novella and Stories (1995)door Rick Moody
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Rick Moody's stories compellingly map the loneliness of private experience and explore the many ways that people give voice to that experience. 'The Preliminary Notes' takes the form of a deposition in which an investigator recounts the unpleasant facts he has learned about himself since he began recording his wife's phone calls; a college student pours out his delusions in a term paper in 'The Apocalypse of Bob Paisner'. The autobiography of a young writer comes housed in the footnotes to a bibliography in 'Primary Sources' The title piece, awarded the Aga Khan Prize for the best fiction through the netherworld of contemporary New York and was the first novella to be published uncut in THE PARIS REVIEW since Philip Roth's 'Goodbye Angel'. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Anyway, Moody's noted sympathy for freaks, weirdos and other lost souls would ring truer if he didn't write as if he had discovered them. At every moment it reads as a Christopher Columbus style discovery. Kerouac's menagerie is left standing there holding their Roman candles with a look on their faces that says hey kid so what.
To be fair, this is hardly bad. To be accurate, there is better. If you like Moody, then try Denis Johnson.
Perhaps im being unfair. Maybe it's simply the fact of Moody's sincerity that evokes repetition, an echo of an echo of. We've heard it all before, but because it is for so long that we have been lost. ( )