Found this copy in a café in Gothenburg when I was there for the film festival last week. It had sticker on it that said "This book is free! Open and Found this copy in a café in Gothenburg when I was there for the film festival last week. It had sticker on it that said "This book is free! Open and read more about it on the inside of the cover" and on the inside of the cover was a hand-written message from the person who owned the book that said to check out this website called bookcrossing.com and make a quick entry about where I'd found the book, and once I'd read it, what I thought about it, then I should pass it on... this is the entry that I wrote on the website:
"I love this book. I think J. M. Barrie's language is witty, perceptive and constantly flickering between grown-up and child-like. The story is sweet, amusing and also dark. I obviously don't care much for the gender roles, but for its time, I suppose those are to be expected. In fact, this book is very daring in that regard considering the time it was written and published (I'm convinced that Barrie, were he alive today, would be a feminist) There's something sad and melancholy about Peter Pan in the original, that I don't believe I've sensed in any other adaptation of the story, which I think lends it another dimension and room for interpretation.
All in all, it's a classic for a reason, and it definitely goes on my list of favourites!
I brought it to Stockholm with me, thought I'd let it travel a little, and see if I can pass it on to someone in these parts!"...more
This is not a book, it's a stream of consciousness that envelops you, even after you've put it down it haunts you, and it should because it's a hauntiThis is not a book, it's a stream of consciousness that envelops you, even after you've put it down it haunts you, and it should because it's a haunting, beautiful, terrible tale, told not so much in words but images that bleed together, there is no obvious structure, no square frame to keep the story in place, to keep you in place, in the story, there's just you and the pages and these two women, and they're not characters for you to observe, they're flesh and blood (under the marble skin) and you are one with both of them and they are one, and there's also the man somewhere in your peripheral, just a by-stander, this is not about the man although he plays an important part, he's just someone to see and touch and thus bring out the body, your body, so that you can understand it, and then he's gone, he's served his purpose, and all that's left is you, and the silence and the memories, and whatever comes next. ...more
It's beautiful, it's dark, it's funny, it's tragic, it's morbid, it's complex, it's to-the-point, it's hopeful, it'sHow do you review a suicide note?
It's beautiful, it's dark, it's funny, it's tragic, it's morbid, it's complex, it's to-the-point, it's hopeful, it's hopeless, it's logical, it's chaotic, it's there, in your face, it's the truth.
She has, had, a beautiful way with words, an amazing sense of humour even in her darkest moments, she writes with such clarity, even when nothing is clear to her, she writes in rhythms and images and it's like poetry, or music, and every single word is important, means something, symbolically or directly, it's what's left of her heart and soul, poured out and smeared across a page and it's ruthless and mean and vengeful and, maybe, forgiving at the same time.
It's not the words of a victim. It's not a plea for sympathy, or empathy, or forgiveness, or even to be understood. It's a farewell speech, it's a declaration of love, and hate, and it's a statement, she's taking full responsibility of her own actions, but she's not letting the others, who share the blame for why this happened, she's not letting them off the hook either, she's brutal, she's desperate, she's honest, she's waving at us from the space in-between, or she could be flipping us off, or she could be doing a peace sign, it doesn't matter, she was here, now she's gone, these are her parting words, and they're what they are. ...more
A very honest and brutal look into human nature as demonstrated and experienced by a group of children that gets planted in a desperate situation; witA very honest and brutal look into human nature as demonstrated and experienced by a group of children that gets planted in a desperate situation; without the bars of society, the illusion of civilisation, she strips her wool of humanity and turns into the wolf that she is. And the most frightening thing of all, is how quickly it happens, and how little it takes. And even if the fictitious characters get rescued and are allowed to turn back into innocent children again, like it's all been a bad dream, the reader knows, and the author knew, and deep down the characters know as well, that there is no such thing as innocence, and they've undergone no transformation of any kind, they've merely shown themselves as the animals they are, that we all are, and they can go back to pretending, and we can go back to pretending, but in the blink of an eye, we can be back there, in that place, of mud and blood and primal instincts of the predators we really are....more
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