I avoided Tom Robbins novels for years particularly because my old boyfriend was such a fanatic about him and even when I was deep into him, we disagreed on most literature. The way he and his pretentious 20-something arty bros talked about Robbins put me off in a big way. Lately, I've been getting multiple nudges from friends who know I've been researching olfaction so I gave in and read JP for research.

My original instinct was correct: this is a novel for the all-male tribe I call "toilet philosophers" because most of the philosophy they read was while they were on the pot. Aside from its misogyny, the lamest thing about this novel is the spiritual message clumsily tacked onto the plot and heavily underscored in the last 40 pages.

I must admit that there are some admirable aspects about JP. It is well researched and I like the playful attitude towards myth, history, perfume and food. I found the narrative arc (minus the pseudo-spirituality) well crafted and interesting.

What I cannot stand is the novel's sloppy, infantile lewdness and its utterly misogynistic treatment of women. Each and every female character is about as deep as raindrop. In many ways, this novel is like a macho version of a Jackie Collins' novel where the plot gets in the way of all the more important sex scenes and blowjobs.

Don't get me wrong, I like sex scenes and Jackie Collins. The sex scenes in JP, however, are like watching a really drunk fatso try to get his groove on as if he were James Bond. The detail with which BJs are described makes these scenes like literary money shots, but in this porn, the women are gagging to be groped by slobs, crusty old lechers, handicapped, satyrs, and so on. It's truly painful. This book had so much semen on the pages, I felt I needed to wash my hands after each time I picked it up.

And in case you think that sexual subservience can be some sort of "modern, women-choose-to-please-on-their-knees feminism," it gets better. When the would-be heroine finally gets laid, her attempts to be sexy are mocked by the narrator's painstaking description of how shamefuly ugly and ill-fitting her clothes and underwear are. Lucky for her, the handsome one-eyed Irishman is a horndog and she's the only woman in the room. Except for the fat spinster, the female characters are all led by their vaginas despite their professional ambition. And that's what turns out to be the main joke of the novel: that women have professional ambition at all.

The "lesbian" character never gets the girl she's lusted after but settles instead for becoming her best pal. Sounds modern and empowering, right? Another female character is gruesomely stung by a bee on her perineum and luckily a creepy Frenchman is present to soothe her sting. barf.

Other problems are Robbins' really bad, self-indulgent puns, mixed metaphors and wrongheaded literary elbow nudges that seem designed to show the readers how well read he is since they add nothing to the plot. They are real groaners like "a populace that was puting Descartes before des horse."

Reading this novel made me so glad I left that Robbins'-lovin dude and his horny toilet philosophizing crew behind. Tom Robbins reminds me of other writers who combine vulgarity and humor (Vonnegut, Rabelais, Chaucer, Boris Vian, Alfred Jarry) but without their soul, intelligence, political engagement and verbal finesse. Read their work instead for hotter sex scenes, finer wit and more sophisticated style.

Το πρώτο έργο του Ρόμπινς που διάβασα, στη μετάφραση των εκδόσεων Aquarius, αγορασμένο από έναν πάγκο στην έξοδο του σταθμού της Βικτόριας. Πραγματική αποκάλυψη για μένα, το λάτρεψα όπως λάτρεψα και τον Ρόμπινς του οποίου διάβασα σταδιακά όλα τα έργα.
Το Άρωμα του Ονείρου είναι μοναδικό για τη γλώσσα, το χιούμορ και την πλοκή του, αν και τα βιβλία του Ρόμπινς έχουν φανατικούς φίλους και ασπονδους εχθρούς. Για μένα (το έχω διαβάσει ξανά και ξανά) παραμένει στο top 10 των αγαπημένων μου βιβλίων.

Well, I officially don’t get Tom Robbins. People have recommended him on the basis of comparisons to  Douglas Adams, but Adams is, you know, funny. Here’s what seems to pass for humor in a Tom Robbins novel: beets (the very existence of), a woman getting stung in a delicate place by a bee, and lesbians (the very existence of). And here’s the kind of prose you can look forward to:

The sky, layered with thin altostratus clouds and smog, appeared to reflect human suffering and failed to awaken in Claude visions of paradise. (Page 13)

The sky was a velvety black paw pressing on the white landscape with a feline delicacy, stars flying like sparks from its fur. (Page 36)

With the absence of the cloud cover that normally caused the sky over Seattle to resemble cottage cheese that had been dragged nine miles behind a cement truck, the city, for the first time in memory, would have an unobstructed view of one of nature’s most mystical spectacles. (Page 47)

When Claude glanced at the sky, he saw that the text of  Les Miserables had been painted over by Salvador Dali. The sun was so round and glossy and black that had it a figure eight on it, well, it would have validated a lot of long-standing philosophical and theological complaints, underlining once and for all just where we earthlings sit on the cosmic pool table. (Page 81)

A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Pompadours of supper-time smoke billowed from chimneys, separating into girlish pigtails as the breeze combed them out, above the slate rooftops. Chestnut blossoms, weary from having been admired all day, wore faint smiles of anticipation. (Page 201)

And of course:

Above Seattle, the many-buttocked sky continued to grind. (Page 312)

And that’s just me culling annoying descriptions of the sky. Imagine 350 dense, unrelenting pages of this crap. I never thought a book about immortality—one of my favorite subjects—could ever inspire in me such a desperate desire for it all to please just end.

4,5*γι αυτο το όνειρο , απ' το οποίο δεν δες να ξυπνήσεις .

«Όταν γεννιόμαστε είμαστε κοκκινοπρόσωποι, στρογγυλοί, έντονοι και αγνοί. Μέσα μας καίει η πορφυρή φλόγα της παγκόσμιας συνείδησης.
Βαθμιαία, όμως, καταβροχθιζόμαστε από γονείς, μασιόμαστε από σχολεία, τρωγόμαστε από συμμαθητές, καπνιζόμαστε από κοινωνικούς θεσμούς και ροκανιζόμαστε από τις κακές συνήθειες και τη ν ηλικία.
Κι όταν πια μας έχουν μηρυκάσει και χωνέψει αυτά τα έξι στομάχια, βγαίνουμε από μέσα τους σαν μια ενιαία και αηδιαστική καφετιά μάζα.
Το δίδαγμα, λοιπόν, του παντζαριού είναι το εξής: Διατηρήστε τη θεϊκή κοκκινίλα σας, την έμφυτη ροζ μαγείας σας, ειδάλλως θα καταλήξετε καφέ.
Έτσι και καταλήξετε καφέ, ξέρετε τι σας περιμένει: καφές, καφετζούδες, χαρτορίχτρες, τσαρλατάνοι, ψυχοσωτήρες…»

Ολοκλήρωση μεγαλειώδους, πανοργασμικής, υπερτέλειας, εμπειρικής, μοναδικής και πρωτότυπης αναγνωστικής διαδικασίας, επιτυχής!!!


Παίρνουμε ολόκληρο το λογοτεχνικό λεξιλόγιο της οικουμένης, τα μεγαλύτερα προβλήματα που απασχολούν την ανθρωπότητα απο καταβολής κόσμου εως σήμερα, θρησκείες, φυλές, συναισθήματα, αρώματα, σκουπίδια, θησαυρούς, φιλοσοφίες, ανάγκες, απολαύσεις, δικαιώματα και αρκετά ανθρώπινα χαρακτηριστικά ανάμεικτα.
Τα τοποθετούμε μέσα σε ένα γυάλινο μπλε μπουκάλι.
Οι δόσεις είναι κατά προσέγγιση ισόποσες. Πασπαλίζουμε το περιεχόμενο του μπουκαλιού με αρχέγονες αισθήσεις, μυθικές θεότητες, έντονες σεξουαλικές απολαύσεις, μυσταγωγικά βαθύ ύπνο και εξελιγμένη συνείδηση.

Ανακατεύουμε με αιώνες άχρονου χρόνου απο την Μεσοζωική Περίοδο μέχρι την τελευταία τεχνολογική ανακάλυψη, εκστάσεις και εκτάσεις χώρου απο γήινο ή αστρικό έδαφος, συμπαντικές εκρήξεις, μνήμες, εικόνες, εμμονές, επεξεργασίες εκατομυρίων πνευματικών ετών, εφιάλτες, άγριες ηπείρους, ανταριασμένες θάλασσες, πολιτιστικά θεμέλια, διαλογισμούς, επιφωτίσεις, εγκεφαλικό φλοιό και μπόλικη άνθιση μετά απο φωτοσυνθεμένη συνείδηση.

Συμπληρώνουμε στο μείγμα μας χρώματα απο λαχανικά, γεύσεις απο φρούτα, μυρωδιές απο την παγκόσμια ερωτική αίσθηση της οσφρητικής ικανότητας, ψευδαισθήσεις, αγάπη που εκφράζεται με απόλυτο μίσος, αλληγορίες απίστευτες, παρομοιώσεις πρωτάκουστ��ς, μεταφορικές εκφράσεις ζωής μαι θανάτου, καυστικό κατακκόκινο χιούμορ, πίστη σε απίστευτα φαινόμενα, θεσμούς, αξίες, χίπικες ιδέες με γιασεμί και φόνους, αναρχικά πιστεύω, υπερβολές κοσμικής ευφορίας, χαμόγελα, τραγικές και ανυπέρβλητες ηδονές, ζωώδη συνειδησιακό υπόβαθρο, συμβολικό επίπεδο ανθρωπισμού και προσκαλούμε έναν τραγοπόδαρο κερασφόρο, εωσφόρο να ερεθίσει με την λαγνεία του το μείγμα μας.

Βοημία, Σιάτλ, Παρίσι, Ν. Ορλεάνη, Ελλάδα, Αίγυπτος, Τζαμάϊκα, όπου έχει ανθίσει λουλούδι, όπου έχει ευδοκιμήσει καρπός κάθε είδους, όπου έχει γεννηθεί ζωή ερπετών, θηλαστικών και ανύπαρκτων πλασματικών μορφών που εντοπίζονται απο την μυρωδιά τους και μόνο.
Όπου υπάρχουν ζωντανοί και νεκροί οργανισμοί κάθε εξελικτικής μορφής, ερωτισμός, εκκεντρικότητα, μαγεία, δύναμη, ατελείωτη αιώνια αγάπη, σαπίλα, κατεστημένο, ομορφιά, αγνότητα, χιλιάδες σημασίες...

Κλείνουμε με φελό το γυάλινο μπουκάλι μας, αφήνουμε το μείγμα να αφομοιωθεί απο τον εαυτό του και χύνουμε το υγρό πάνω σε λευκές σελίδες βιβλίου.
Το αποτέλεσμα, θα είναι απάντηση σε ό,τι κοντινότερο μπορεί να υπάρξει, σε ό,τι
μπορεί να φανταστεί κάποιος για το τί, κατά προσέγγιση, είναι το «Άρωμα του Ονείρου».

Τώρα που έζησα και απόλαυσα τη γραφή του Ρόμπινς, μπορώ να πω ειλικρινά πως τον γουστάρω ζωηρά και τρελά.
Είναι ένας αριστοφανικός Τζόκερ. Ένας επικός τραγωδός με στολή κλόουν.
Ένας προκλητικός, σαρκαστικός, μεγαλοφυής, εξερευνητής.
Ένα πυρηνικό όπλο γεμάτο ραδιενεργά, αρωματικά, χρωματιστά, πεζογραφικά ταλέντα. Που σε φυλακίζει. Σε γοητεύει. Σε κυριεύει με απόλυτη τέχνη.

Ατίθασος, αστείος, μοναδικός στο είδος γραφής που σε ρίχνει μέσα σε λάσπες και βρομιές και σου μαθαίνει να κάνεις με αυτά απίστευτα σχήματα σκέψεων και χρωματιστές μπουρμπουλήθρες
με αρωμα ονείρου ...


Καλή ανάγνωση.
Πολλούς ασπασμούς.

'Parfümün Dansı' gelmiş geçmiş en kült eserlerden bir tanesidir ve bugüne dek bir fırsat bulup okuyamamıştım. Sonunda bu açığı kapatma fırsatı buldum. Değdi mi? Bence, değdi. Okumuş olmaktan pişman olmayacağım, lezzetli bir kitaptı.

Kitabın konusundan bahsetmek boşuna bir çaba olur. Zira uygalık tarihi, mitoloji, dinler, kültürler, gelenekler, modernizm, kapitalizm ve daha başka bir sürü süreç eserdeki öyküye o kadar güzel yerleştirilmiş ki sadece ana öyküyü aktarmak, eseri birkaç kalibre düşürmek olur. Alobar karakterinin çizgisel hikayesi, bir yandan romanının omurgasını oluştururken; bir yandan da geniş izlekten bakıldığında daha kuvvetli, zengin bir anlatı zeminini meydana getiriyor. Yoksa hikayenin günümüzdeki kısmı başka bir şekilde kurgulansaydı, Robbins'in kitabı tam da Amerikan tüketim kültürü içerisinde pragmatik açıdan işlevselleşecek bir eser olabilirdi.

Kurgu Robbins için her şey demek. Avrupa'da heykelimsi romanlar yazan 20.yy romancılarına göre Amerika her daim daha serseri yazarlar ve akımlar ortaya çıkarmıştır. İçlerinde kendimi en yakın hissettiğim çağdaş Amerikan yazar, kesinlikle Robbins. Optimist yaklaşımı, insanın beynini kanatmayan popüler kültür güzellemeleri/taşlamaları, Murakami'yi etkileyen(!) garip roman isimleri, masalsı alanları, zeki nükteleri, laf sokmaları, tarihi yeniden yazmaları, okuyucusuyla oyun oynaması gibi beni aktifleştiren, okurken daha çok zevk almamı sağlayan özellikleri var. Bir kere edepsiz bir yazar Robbins, en sevdiğim. Öyle yakası açılmamış sözler de söylüyor değil; daha Akdenizli bir doğallıkla seksten, aşktan bahsediyor. En çok bu özelliği hoşuma gidiyor.

Ama yoruldum da... Robbins'in üslubu ve çevirmenin hakimiyeti hakkında söylenebilecek olumsuz bir şey olduğunu düşünmüyorum. Beni yoran şey tamamen anlatının son bölümünün, başı kadar iyi düşünülmemiş olması olabilir. Kitap o kadar iyi başlıyor ki, ne kadar iyi bir kitap okuduğumuzu her satırda hissederek ilerleme fırsatını tanıyor bize. İkinci yarıdan itibaren ise bu his yavaşça değişmeye başlıyor. Ölümsüzlük ve koku ilişkisinde ilerleyen roman, özellikle Doktor Danny'nin dahil olduğu bölümden sonraları sürekli tekrara düşüyor. Belki okuyucunun kafasına kaka kaka onları ölümsüzlüğe inandırma amacını gütmüş olabilir yazar, bilemiyorum:) Bende biraz ters tepti.

Keçi en sevdiğim ikinci hayvandır bu arada:)

Herkese iyi okumalar.

8.5/10

Do you smell that? Most ingenious alternative indie writing ever.

That´s Robbins´closest encounter with some fantastic elements, not just letting the characters and their actions be the center of the show, but adding a second higher, meta line to the whole thing, next to the usual subtle criticism.

A journey on the search of immortality leads to meeting the god pan, slowly killed by Christianity in ancient times, finally a second time terminated by economics currently and in the future to make sure sure that he´s dead, going through time periods of the past, while different present plotlines are combined with the ancient origins of higher powers. This jumping between the mythological and current events accelerates the plot towards an even more suspenseful read than other of Robbins´ novels, of course not forgetting to add philosophy, criticism of culture and traditions, and loads of filth and dirt as one is used too. Although it highly depends on the readers´attitude if one sees it as a celebration of love and sexuality or as too heavy and sticky pulp.

The mixture of low instincts, down to the earth sex and sometimes violence, and extremely subtle irony, analyses, innuendos, and deep thoughts is what makes Robbins´ work so unique. The sex factor level and explicitness stay constant over his career, while his criticism level is developing from full frontal rebel anarchism to owning the establishment by showing them their immense stupidity by ridiculing everything with well balanced irony or in your face sarcasm. Readers who can´t handle that stark contrast miss the chance of unique, mind penetrating reading experiences that mix deep thoughts with horniness and the one or other grain of horror.

Funny that we don´t know much about our senses, especially smell, in contrast to hearing or seeing that can relatively easily be physically analyzed, while the disgust or pleasure of nasty or wonderful plumes is still a bit of a mystery. The animalistic origins are clearer, but higher human brains have added associations, memories, feelings, etc. to the once just delicious nom nom sniff sniff sense, opening the option that there could be much more behind it than with look look and listen listen, that aren´t so directly and physically penetrating the body and mind.

Because such a deep drag doesn´t just infiltrate the brain like a sound or a color does, but combines emotional with a physical response, it opens up many more possibilities than just one´s occasional spliff. Shamans knew this for millennia, some of the audience may have experienced it themselves, and besides the fantastic applications of entering other dimensions that are just open for extended consciousnesses, the future tech, biochemistry, pharmacy, nanobots, etc. transporting the right ingredients to the best places, etc. might perfect the culture of micro or macro dosing everything.

This is what fantastic realism could and would look like if European authors wouldn´t be eccentric egomaniacs who don´t care about the reader and just produce pseudo sophisticated, fringe philosophical, illogical, boring reading terror.

Tropes show how literature is conceptualized and created and which mixture of elements makes works and genres unique:
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.ph...

Αντίθετα με τους πολυάριθμους οπαδούς του Ρόμπινς εγώ δεν μπόρεσα να βρω κανένα (μα κανένα σας λεω)ενδιαφέρον στην Πρισίλα,μια σερβιτόρα επίδοξη αρωματοποιός και με λανθάνουσες λεσβιακές κατατομές.
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Ήταν η Μetropolis του βιβλίου.
Τόσα δεδομένα μαζεμένα δεν είχα ξαναδεί.
Το είπα "μεγάλη δεξαμενή".
Σε σχέση με τα φόρουμ της εποχής, τούτο ήταν κάτι διαφορετικό. Δεν υπήρχε πρόβλημα να γράψεις κακή κριτική για όποιο βιβλίο δεν σου άρεσε. Ήταν εύχρηστο, αντικειμενικό, φιλικό. Και ο χρήστης δεν ένιωθε την ανάσα των λειτουργών (operators) και των ιδιοκτητών (admins) να τον ελέγχουν και να τον παρατηρούν σαν άλλοι big brothers.
Από τότε πέρασαν πολλά χρόνια. Κύλησε πολύ νερό στον μύλο, μεγαλώσαμε μαζί του.
Άρχισε να γερνάει. Να δείχνει κάποιες ατέλειες και αδυναμίες. Νέα χαρακτηριστικά σε νέους ιστότοπους έρχονταν να το υπερκεράσουν.
Πόσες φορές, θυμάμαι, με είχε απασχολήσει ένα θέμα εδώ. Αλλά το μόνο "εργαλείο" αλληλεπίδρασης των χρηστών είναι τα mail μεταξύ φίλων. Έστελνα κι εγώ, λοιπόν, ομαδικές επιστολές. Όπου θάμουν ευτυχής αν έπαιρνα απάντηση σε μία από κάθε δέκα που έστελνα. Είναι φανερό. Οι περισσότεροι αρέσκονται στο να λαμβάνουν μόνο. Να διαβάζουν κριτικές, να μην γράφουν δικες τους, να μη συμμετέχουν σε απορίες χρηστών ή καλέσματα φίλων.
Αλλά για να γράψω εγώ και να μοντάρω κάποιες σκέψεις μου για ενα βιβλίο που μόλις διάβαζα, χρειαζόμουν ένα ολόκληρο απόγευμα. Άνισο δεν νομίζετε;

Κάπως έτσι...

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Benim dediğim, insanları sınırlayan tanrılar değildir. İnsanları sınırlayan, insanlardır.

Parfümün Dansı beni yazar Tom Robbins ile tanıştıran kitap oldu. Kendisini sevdim mi sevemedim mi bilemiyorum. Ancak yazdığı şeyle beni çok zorladığını biliyorum.

Zor bir kitaptı Parfümün Dansı. Dili olsun, anlattığı şeyler olsun okuması zor bir kitaptı. Çok fazla felsefe ve mistisizm barındıran bir hikâye ve bu hikayenin bir ton karakteri var. Alobar, Alobar’ın eşleri ve Kudra, Pan, Priscilla ile Ricki, V’lu ile Madam Devalier, Claude LeFever ile Marcel LeFever, Bingo Pajama, Wiggs ve de kızı Huxley Anne. Ana karakterler olmasa da buraya yazmadığım bir iki kişi daha vardı sanırım.

Kitap öyle bir kitap ki, şu yukarıda yazdığım herkesi her şeyiyle tanıyorsunuz. Yazar ana karakter falan dinlememiş, bir şekilde bu hikâyeye karakterlerin hepsini tam hesaplı oturtmayı becermiş. Tebrik edilmesi gereken bir nokta, hatta kitap benim için ilk artı puanını buradan kapıyor.

Kişisel yok oluşun o sinsi donduruculuğu yanında başka her şey ölümsüz kalır.
Ölüm herkesin çorbasındaki sinektir.
Ölümü insanoğlu hiçbir zaman kabul etmemiştir, bugün ise, eskisi kadar bile kabullenmemektedir.

Ana konumuz ölüm ve koku. Bazı karakterler ölümsüzlüğün peşinde bazıları da insanın belleğine en iyi şekilde yerleşen kokunun peşinde. Kokuyu temel alan ve kokunun önemli bir bahis olduğunu vurgulayan bir kitap daha önce okumamıştım, yalan yok.

Kitabın giriş şekli baya iyiydi, buradan da ikinci artı puanı hak ediyor kitap. Özgün karakterlerle özgün bir girişe sahip. Kitap ilk başlarda akıcı gidiyor kitap ve daha başlar başlamaz okura karakter ve bilgi aktarımı yapmaya başlıyor. İster istemez merak ediyorsunuz karakterlerin hangi noktada birleşeceğini. Daha temel nokta bilinmediğinden de verilen bilgilerle de nereye varacağınızı kestiremiyorsunuz. Merak etmeyin karakterler biraz daha kendilerini tanıtmaya başladıkça taşlar yerine oturuyor. Benim için sıkıntı taşlar yerine oturduktan sonra başladı.

Bir süre sonra okumakta zorladım, kitabın başına geçmek istemedim çünkü kitap çok uzun bir süre boyunca hikayeyi yokuş yukarı sürdü. Böyle bir hikayenin dili de zor olunca yorulmaya başladığımı hissettim. Bir süre sonra sanki kitap tekrara düştü gibi hissettim. Ayrıca benim için kitaba eksi bir puan daha getiren nokta da, bazı kısımların çok fazla uzatılmasıydı.
Bir sıkıntı da çok fazla cinsellik içermesiydi. Anlatmak istediğim cinselliğin çok fazla abartıldığı. Kitapta gerçekten cinselliğin konu olması gereken noktalar vardı kabul ediyorum ama öyle zamanalar oldu ki artık sıradanlaşmaya başladı, bu da genelin sıradanlaşmasına neden oldu.

Kitapta çokça bahsi geçen bir diğer konu da Tanrı ve Din. Katılırsınız katılmazsınız orası ayrı konu ama Alobar’ın bu konuları sorgulandığı sahneler çok iyiydi. Hatta bu işi espri ile yapması kitabı okur kılan üçüncü artıydı, yani kitap üçüncü artı puanını buradan alıyor. Kitabın başındaki Alobar ile kitabın sonundaki Alobar bambaşkaydı. Hatta okurken kendisinin cesaretine hayran kaldım. Bu karakterin büyümesi, kendini geliştirmesi okumak çok zevkliydi.

Uzun lafın kısası özgün hikayesi, zekice kurgusu, sıra dışı karakterlere sahip olan zamanın ötesindeki bu kitap benim için arafta kaldı.


İsa’nın dediğine göre insan aydınlığa ulaşabilmek için elindeki her şeyi tehlikeye atmalıymış. Tüm insanların arasında özellikle senin anlaman gereken bir şey var. İnsanın toplum tarafından kendisine sunulan o güven verici nimetleri reddetmek için çok cesur olması gerekir. Hele de yalnız kalmış bir ruhun bilinmez zevklerini araştırmak uğruna.



İp! Şu tanrılarda da amma mizah anlayışı vardı, öyle değil mi? Eğer insanda kendi kaderini kendi eline alacak o demir güç yoksa, o insan kaderini tanrıların eline bırakırsa, o zaman tanrılar zayıflığının cezası olarak böyle alay ederlerdi işte onunla. Kendi gemine kaptanlık edemiyorsan, hangi yanlış limana vardığına şaşırmamalısın.
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Kendi kaderinin tayin etmenin fiyatı hiçbiri zaman ucuz değildir. Hele bazı durumlarda , düşünülemez bile. Ama insan harikuladeliğe ulaşmak için, düşünülmeyecek olanı düşünmek zorundadır.

This book is RIDICULOUS! Its a huge, dense story in a small package. I thought I would speed right through it, but it is so dense that it has taken me nearly 3 weeks to get through it.
I recommend this book highly. Its smart, thought-provoking, and over-the-top. I have never read anything like it before.
The only reason I didn't give it 5 stars is that the incessant absurd metaphors that Robbins uses grow tiresome after the first few chapters. At first they seem clever, but then after the first 20 or so I started rolling my mental eyes each time he used another one.
But really, that is the only fault I can find with this novel. It has everything else I could ask for. And as soon as I finished it, I had the urge to turn to the first page and start over again (which is always a sign of a good book).

"Teachers who offer you the ultimate answers do not possess the ultimate answers, for if they did, they would know that the ultimate answers cannot be given, they can only be received."

Αίσχος. Ένας αχταρμάς χωρίς καμία ουσία. Το βιβλίο σχεδόν μου βρομούσε.

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