Another vote for Stig of the Dump .. great for the imagination.
Yes, complete fucking tragedy.
I thought The Unbearable Lightness Of Being was ace when I was 17 til I realised it was just about a lech shagging his way round Prague and trying to justify his solilpsism by having one of his victims take photos of Soviet tanks.Nah, too long. and cheesy.
I'll just say that all the books I've listed have really resonated with me on a psychological/philosophical level. Whether that be desires, the meaning(s) of mundanity, morality as an institution, the nuances of every day experience (particularly as regards The Flea Palace and Dubliners.)
Also. The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
What we tend to miss in critiques of eastern bloc countries is a profound sense of humanism. We criticise authoritarianism, centralisation, bureaucratisation, but we never think to conceptualise the experiences insofar as a Nietzschean affirmation is concerned. An active force, if you will. Practice, not praxis.
One of my proudest moments as a librarian was when two children had separately told me they had fallen out over some silliness. They are both Travellers and have experienced social isolation amongst their peers and had an awful lot of other things in common, one of them being that they were both experiencing grief, one because they had lost their grandmother and the other because they had lost a beloved family pet. As luck would have it, we'd just got a book set in a similar environment to theirs and in which the isolated heroine lost both her grandma and her dog at the same time, so I got them to read it together and they are now BFFs.The Rabbit. Given the circumstances of my early life, I can look back now and appreciate why that book had such a big impact on my little self. it was all about abandonment.
Yes, you should be bloody proud of that. Middle class complacency over library closures ('But surely everyone's got a Kindle') doesn't take account of of the life altering serendipity of libraries and the fact that librarians do more than reshelf books. But I'll stop before this gets too far off topic.One of my proudest moments as a librarian was when two children had separately told me they had fallen out over some silliness. They are both Travellers and have experienced social isolation amongst their peers and had an awful lot of other things in common, one of them being that they were both experiencing grief, one because they had lost their grandmother and the other because they had lost a beloved family pet. As luck would have it, we'd just got a book set in a similar environment to theirs and in which the isolated heroine lost both her grandma and her dog at the same time, so I got them to read it together and they are now BFFs.
I've just ordered The Tripods on DVD. I always just assumed it would never be available, rather than seek it out.
John Christopher also did Chocky, if anyone remembers that.
He also wrote an adult post-apocalyptic novel called The Death Of Grass, which I need to read.
Just the ritual of going to the library is precious.Yes, you should be bloody proud of that. Middle class complacency over library closures ('But surely everyone's got a Kindle') doesn't take account of of the life altering serendipity of libraries and the fact that librarians do more than reshelf books. But I'll stop before this gets too far off topic.
As a child (11-ish), 'When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit'. I found the sense of threatened violence, dislocation, and the end of childhood innocence very moving. Rattling good story as well.
Just the ritual of going to the library is precious.
I remember that I used to go to the library and get four books out every week and I would read them all before going again the next week and sitting in between the book shelves reading bits and blurbs of different books, in the dust and book smell, while deciding which to take home with me for a week. It was the best thing. I can still smell it
I was always haunted by the scene of the dead city of Charn in the The Magician's Nephew; such a vivid (ironically) and creepy scene. And similarly I was very moved by the end of 'The Last Battle'. I didn't and still don't give a shit about the Christian content of the Narnia books, I just took them at face value and loved them.
When the wind blows had a big impact on me. We read it at school and I was already freaked out by nuclear weapons and war in general really. I had nightmares after I read it.
They didn't move me but I loved the Faraway Tree stories and they're making a film so I'm chuffed.
the stone table is a metaphor forr the cross. Sacrifice and resurrection. Subtle as a sledgehammer.The Christian element of the Narnia series completely passed me by. I still don't get it really.
Where you goin' nouw?
may kasahar said:Also always cried at the death of Aslan. They were just so mean to him beforehand.