Tikko pabeidzu lasīt grāmatu (Saramago 'Akmens plosts'). Jauki. It kā par to daudz būtu ko teikt - sevišķi kontekstā ar mūsu zemes provinciālismu teju vai visās jomās. Taču labāk savas pārdomas nepierakstīt (internets, kā teica klasiķis, - nedeg.), bet atstāt sarunām ar draugiem un paziņām naktslokālos. Sevišķi pēc tam, kad esmu kārtējo reizi uzzinājis, ka kritikas Latvijā nav. Nu ja nav, tad nav. Tāpēc piedāvāju tādu pārskatu par šo grāmatu, kas vislabāk atbilst latvju 'kritiķu kritiķu' gaumei. Proti, vienas zvaigznītes komentāru no amazon.com. Un tātad:
A gold sticker on this book's cover reads "WINNER OF THE NOBEL PRIZE FOR LITERATURE." Don't be mislead. The sticker must refer to the author not the book. While he no doubt received the prize, after wading through the work I can't believe it was for this piece of work. I found the book exceedingly boring, a chore to read every step of the way. As the Iberian peninsula physically separates from Europe, several unengaging and underdeveloped characters (the most interesting of which was a dog) wander from one destination to another with meager purposes, certainly none I cared about. While the book may have been intended as an allegory for Portugal's relationship with the rest of Europe and the European Union, it failed to strike a chord. I'll chalk this book up as something only a Pulitzer Prize judge would love.