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[Feb. 24th, 2015|09:42 am] |
nu ta beidzot
izlasīju savu pirmo ē-grāmatu no vāka līdz vākam, ar garām pauzēm un tomēr vienā veselumā.
and tha wiener iz: Philip Kindred Dick
vienlaicīgi tā ir arī pirmā manis izlasītā Dika grāmata. izvēlēta uz pilnīgi labu laimi. tā kā viņš man ne sitams līdz šim nebija devies rokā (nu, kā tāds igaunis, jej bogu tulemast!), es pat lāgiem apsvēru konsultēties cibā, ko man darīt, kā man būt, bet beigās tomēr uz dullo. dullā buļļa acs. leksikogrāfiski un statistiski netālu no buļļa sūda, bet lāgiem ielec pašā klēpī.
ceļojumā tiku pie sējumiņa franciski un japāniski, pieejamas Ķipliotēkā.
forša sajūta, kad teksts pēc izlasīšanas turpina galvā šņorēties. šodien beidzot palasīju, ko par Policista asrām saka interneti.
As for the plot of FLOW MY TEARS, THE POLICEMAN SAID, there is no better brief description than that of Philip K. Dick:
This is the whole basic plot of the novel: One morning Jason Taverner, popular TV and recording star, wakes up in a fleabag dingy hotel room to find all his identification papers gone, and, worse yet, finds that no one has ever heard of him -- the basic plot is that for some arcane reason the entire population of the United States has in one instant of linear time completely and collectively forgotten a man whose face on the cover of Time magazine should be a face virtually every reader would identify without effort. In this novel I am saying, "The entire population of a large country, a continent-sized country, can wake up one morning having entirely forgotten something they all previously knew, and none of them is the wiser." In the novel it is a popular TV and recording star whom they have forgotten, which is of importance, really, only to that particular star or former star. But my hypothesis is presented here nonetheless in a disguised form, because (I am saying) if an entire country can overnight forget one thing they all know, they can forget other things, more important things; in fact, overwhelmingly important things. I am writing about amnesia on the part of millions of people, of, so to speak, fake memories laid down. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2015|12:42 pm] |
lokālais humōrs
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