Start your review of Contempt Write a review Shelves: italy , reviewed , The less one notices happiness, the greater it is. Just imagining being the object of this emotion rolling eyes, an unilateral lip curl on a beloved face, an unilateral lip curl, a sneering or bitter tone in the voice, I shiver at the thought of the chilly grasp on the heart, the sharp pangs of powerlessness and hurt accompanying it. Picture sharing your life space with a person of who you thought he or she was loving you, suddenly experiencing the change of heart, like a cold wind The less one notices happiness, the greater it is. Just imagining being the object of this emotion — rolling eyes, an unilateral lip curl on a beloved face, an unilateral lip curl, a sneering or bitter tone in the voice, I shiver at the thought of the chilly grasp on the heart, the sharp pangs of powerlessness and hurt accompanying it.
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Colin Marshall November 19, 9 books mentioned 2 9 min read 1. So many novels exude indifference to their medium, as though they could just as easily have been — or are merely slouching around before being turned into — movies, comics, or interpretive dances. Brazen, perhaps, but awfully convenient. Telepathy on a budget. Yet King and Baker happen to owe their literary success to startlingly similar skill sets.
They have keen eyes for detail and, much more importantly, sound instincts about when and how to redeploy that detail. Baker, who would more than likely spend half a novel on one Cheerio, zooms into these latter elements until they become as freakishly compelling as the former. Baker deals almost exclusively with loners. Taking on such a two-player game as sex when your form requires such isolated characters is thus, to put it mildly, a challenge.
Vox solves this problem by happening entirely in that just-less-than-modern vortex of loneliness, the phone-sex line. At the bargain rate of 95 cents per minute, the service connects Jim and Abby, two singletons who always subconsciously suspected but never really knew that finding someone to whom they could describe their idiosyncratic fantasies would really do the trick. Abby recounts to Jim a dream involving a trio of randy, creatively roller-wielding house painters.
Jim regales Abby with the details of the time he invited a crushed-on co-worker over to determine the parallel masturbatory value of a particularly hokey dubbed porno tape. These stories expand into discussions of the extremely erotic to be found within the outwardly unerotic — i.
The escapes The Everlasting Story of Nory and Checkpoint feel like novels written from driving, undeniable desires. Bush administration. A brief book-length dialogue whose strong similarities to Vox are mostly superficial, Checkpoint presents a hotel-room meeting of longtime but semi-estranged buddies Jay and Ben. Set off for whatever reason by a newspaper story about an Iraqi family accidentally hailed with bullets at the American checkpoint of the title, Jay has formulated a host of murderous, preposterous plans involving depleted uranium, flying saws, and Bush-seeking bullets.
The later quotidians Recent years have seen Baker return to the kaleidoscopic view of mundanity he took in his earliest novels. Each morning, Emmett, a medical textbook editor and family man, wakes up before anyone else in the house, brews coffee, lights a fire, and writes down his reflections about his family, about the medical textbook business, about the house itself.
Sometimes his reflections are about a duck. It manifests in Emmett as a series of increasingly bizarre suicide fantasies, including a particularly memorable one involving a roller coaster and a sharp blade positioned just so.
I had expected, with or without license, an unflinching stare into the apathy-embattled, relevance-starved interior world of the contemporary poet.
Alas, narrator Paul Chowder, an over-the-hill poet and severe procrastinator hoping to win back his fed-up girlfriend and write an introduction to an anthology of rhyme, gives one big amiable shrug instead. Despite being a reasonably rich character with many opinions to share about the history and techniques of the form to which he has, with a slight reluctance, dedicated his life, he seems to dodge most of the medium to big questions staring him down. Try this thought experiment: focus on and describe to yourself a nearby object — pen, stapler, dripping faucet — for as long as possible, in as much detail as possible.
The finer-grained a level of detail you reach, the more and farther-flung external associations flood your consciousness. The difference is that they get entire books out of them. Sure, sometimes the minds to which he grants us access irk us with their half-baked judgments, stubbornly refuse to dismount from their hobbyhorses, or come off as complacent weenies. But at least they belong to people who can exist in the world without getting bored — ever — and who can think cogently about the ceaselessly repeated micro-experiences we all have but would never have bothered articulating.
Seeing that happen on the page is, itself, heartening.
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Early years[ edit ] Alberto Pincherle the pen-name "Moravia" was the maiden surname of his paternal grandmother was born in Via Sgambati in Rome, Italy, to a wealthy middle-class family. His Jewish Venetian father, Carlo, was an architect and a painter. His family had interesting twists and developed a complex cultural and political character. He learned French and German and wrote poems in French and Italian. In at the age of 18, he left the sanatorium and moved to Bressanone.
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Colin Marshall November 19, 9 books mentioned 2 9 min read 1. So many novels exude indifference to their medium, as though they could just as easily have been — or are merely slouching around before being turned into — movies, comics, or interpretive dances. Brazen, perhaps, but awfully convenient. Telepathy on a budget.
Biografie[ bewerken brontekst bewerken ] Moravia kwam uit een welgestelde familie. Zijn vader Carlo, die joods was, was van beroep architect en schilder. Alberto was de derde van vier kinderen. De oudste dochters heetten Adriana en Elena en de jongste heette Gastone.