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Bezig met laden... The Logogryph: A Bibliography Of Imaginary Books (origineel 2004; editie 2004)door Thomas Wharton (Auteur)
Informatie over het werkThe Logogryph: A Bibliography Of Imaginary Books door Thomas Wharton (2004)
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Ni un essai, ni un roman, l'idée de ce livre était peut-être plus séduisante que sa réalisation. En fait, la quatrième de couverture et quelques entrevues et critiques promettaient tellement plus. J'ai aimé toutefois quelques-uns des passages, quelques-unes des idées, quelques-unes des élucubrations bibliophiles, plusieurs des livres impossibles. Je demeure sur ma faim, mais l'auteur et son imagination débridée m'ont mis en appétit de ces livres dignes de la bibliothèque de Borges. [http://rivesderives.blogspot.ca/2017/03/logogryphe-une-bibliographie-de-livres.html] I kept bouncing back and forth between feeling that the Logogryph was transcendent, and the feeling that it never quite lived up to its potential. I think I will like it better on a second read, where I can leave my expectations behind and just experience the narrative. The Logogryph reminds me quite a bit of Calvino's Cities and various Borges stories, but has its own form and feel. Recommended only for readers who don't mind a narrative that wanders like a river, or hops about like a frog. Wharton's prose is lovely and his ideas very inventive. If you don't mind riding the winds, check this out. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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"The particular volume I’m looking for is nameless, lacking a cover, title page, or any other outward markings of identity. Over the centuries its leaves have known nothing but change. They have been removed, replaced, altered, lost. The nameless book has been bound, taken apart, and reassembled with the pieces of other dismembered volumes, until one could ask whether there is anything left of the original. Or if there ever was an original." So begins Thomas Wharton's book about books. What follows is a sequence of variations on the experience of reading and on the book a physical and imaginative object. One tale traces the origins of a fictional card game. Another tells of a duel between two margin scribblers. Roving across the globe and from parable to mystery, Wharton positions his reader between the covers of a book that is not. How are we to read the pieces that follow? As extraneous to the nameless book, as parts of it in its original form or perhaps as evidence that it has relocated to other existing volumes? The Logogryph takes its cues from magic realism and the techniques of cinematography. The result is a mind-bending caper through the process of reading, the relationships we establish with fictitious worlds and the possibility of worlds yet unread. Wharton indulges his reader with tales of fantastical cities where the only occupation is reading and of the plight of a protagonist suddenly dislodged from his own novel. And what becomes of the reader who reads all of this? This book is a Smyth-sewn paperback with a jacket and full sleeve. The text was typeset by Andrew Steeves in Caslon types and printed on Rolland Zephyr Laid paper. The jacket was printed letterpress. The inside features illustrations by Wesley Bates. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)813.54Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1945-1999LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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La prima metà lo è stata davvero. Ogni personaggio è così peculiare da far divorare una pagina dopo l'altra per saperne di più su di lui. Il castello del conte, poi, pieno di misteri, ingranaggi e libri rari è affascinante e promette sviluppi interessanti. Già pregustavo scenari pieni di significato quando sono arrivata alla seconda metà e il mio entusiasmo si è bruscamente raffreddato.
Qui, infatti, il romanzo perde il fascino del mistero e assume uno sconfortante guazzabuglio di azioni che vorrebbero essere avventure, ma hanno il solo merito di confondere il lettore, di fargli perdere il senso delle vicende (oltre che annoiarlo in alcuni punti). Un vero peccato, perché era un libro pieno di potenziale: a quale lettore non piacerebbe leggere la storia del libro infinito? ( )