An animated film that sits at a high speed and shows the history of America. The high-speed playback, sounds, and facial movements are all brought to life with humor. Ragtime is also in the same way, moving forward with a fast-paced rhythm and mixing drama with satire.

This kind of animated film not only provides entertainment but also offers a unique perspective on history. It allows viewers to learn about the past in an engaging and enjoyable way. The combination of high-speed action, humorous sounds, and satirical drama makes it a truly captivating experience.

Whether you're a history buff or just looking for a fun movie to watch, this animated film is sure to delight. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride as you explore the history of America in a whole new way.

The story commences in 1906 within the confines of New Rochelle, New York, at the abode of a prosperous American family. On one languid Sunday afternoon, the renowned escape artist Harry Houdini careens his vehicle into a telephone pole right outside their house. And almost as if by magic, the demarcation between fantasy and historical reality, between genuine and fictional personas, vanishes. Henry Ford, Emma Goldman, J. P. Morgan, Evelyn Nesbit, Sigmund Freud, and Emiliano Zapata flit in and out of the narrative, intersecting paths with Doctorow's fabricated family and other fictional figures. These include an immigrant peddler and a ragtime musician from Harlem whose unwavering insistence on a matter of justice propels him towards revolutionary violence.

I had incorporated this book in a session of book speed dating, during which I decide whether to retain a book I haven't yet perused. It cleared the test, and then E.L. Doctorow passed away. Consequently, I resolved to return to it. This is essentially a reading in memoriam!

I included the publisher's summary in the review so that you can discern all that Doctorow endeavors to achieve within 270 pages. I can fathom why this evolved into a Broadway show. There are numerous little stories with scant connection save for the era and aspiration. It would translate into excellent little vignettes and featured songs with a large cast of recognizable characters, and a few unnamed ones like "Younger Brother" and "Grandfather." There is an abundance here - industry, avarice, racial tensions, anarchy, women's rights, and even Rosicrucianism! I'm not certain it functions as a novel, yet it was still an enjoyable read on a Sunday afternoon.

Just as we choose books because of the author, this time I chose this book because of the great experience I had with the dear translator Najaf Daryabandari, and it was really a wonderful and heartwarming book.

Rekhtai, a musical name that is heard several times in the book.

Consider a butterfly that circles around a flower for a few minutes, lands on it, and then goes to the next one. The author does exactly the same thing with the characters. The characters mostly don't have names but are related to each other, such as mother, younger brother, older father, and so on.

Similar to the book "White Dog", most of the book reveals the lives of the dark-skinned people and the differences that society imposes on them, but in my opinion, it is more understandable and more attractive.

Finally, I recommend this book to be read. There is no taste among book readers that this book cannot satisfy.

The story is a wonderful narrative. The events of the story are set at the beginning of the 20th century, specifically in 1906. The events initially seem disjointed and there is no connection between them, but then they start to come together and meet each other.

The way the events are narrated is wonderful and without any philosophy. The author focuses on the successive events without any elongation and also without any neglect.

The story describes the emerging American society at that time, the fields of creativity and the opportunities that emerged for individuals in society to progress, gain wealth and a high position. It also selects real characters and real events and combines them with fictional events and fictional characters as well.

It sheds light on the European society with its failed aristocratic system, which was eaten away by time and forced them to sell the historical possessions of their families in order to live and maintain their social position.

The narration is excellent and the translation is remarkable, although it would have been possible to define some of the historical characters more through the footnotes.

Today, as I was reflecting on the numerous reasons why I have an unwavering love for books, those tangible, papery, pagey, spiney objects filled with words from cover to cover, one particular reason stood out. They are not machines. In today's world, it seems that everything I have to do involves some sort of mechanical device.

At work, I am essentially chained to the PC. In fact, it's a laptop connected to a docking station with two screens, and I often wonder when they'll add a third. Although I spend the entire day emailing and communicating with people (including sexy-voiced nurses from France, Argentina, and Ohio at times), it's all about software, clicking here, uploading that, dealing with databases and gateways.

Then, when I get home and want to unwind by watching someone's life spiral out of control, like in season three of Breaking Bad, it's DVD time. I haven't yet embraced the streaming thing; I'm still old-fashioned in that regard. But even with DVDs, it's all about technobuttons and, for some reason, three remote controls.

Enough of that. Let's listen to some pre-war hillbilly music or the French 60s stuff I recently acquired. It's all on the iPod, more machinery. Everything is digitized, turned into waves, dots, and Hoggs Bison particles.

But not books. There's no need for downloading, clicking, batteries, or booting up. You simply open it, and there it is, ready to serve you. You could drop a book on rugged terrain from any height. I bet you could throw a paperback off a fifty-story tower block, and as long as it didn't land on a passing pedestrian and knock them out (in which case it would have to be bagged as evidence), you could still read it after it landed. Books are almost indestructible. I once left a book out in the rain. It didn't matter. I dried it out over a two-week period, and aside from a little crinkling, you couldn't even tell. Books are tough. They can take a beating. Not like iPods. They can't handle such treatment. Try throwing one of those from a speeding car.

They're trying to turn books into machinery, but not my books. Maybe it's good for the new generation of teenage cyborgs who are emerging and will never know the joy of having shelves filled with books. But I love the heft of a book in your hand, whether it's a strong fist or delicate, spindly, sensitive fingers.

I thought Ragtime was simply amazing. I couldn't fathom how anyone could dislike this novel. I can't wait to read it again.

Non Sparate Sul Pianista

I associated ragtime with Scott Joplin's "The Entertainer", a piece used in the film "The Sting" which was set in the 1930s. Only later did I discover that this type of music, which preceded jazz, was instead predominant in the United States in the early 1900s.

The novel places in the correct historical period that mixture of 19th-century European music and African-American dance music. Classic ragtime, played on the piano, consists of a repeated part played in a pounding and regular manner on the bass notes with the left hand and a syncopated and varied melody played with the right hand.

Doctorow uses its structure to build a story in which History (with a capital S) makes its constant beat felt, its heavy and irreversible breath. It tells us of an America full of contrasts and violence, of the impetuous and little-controlled growth of enormous wealth, of anarchist and trade union movements and then the counterpoint, uses it as a framework to support and punctuate many other stories, for the most part independent of each other and perhaps secondary, marginal, individual, and yet deeply and indissolubly linked to the plot of those years. Personal stories of (extra)ordinary racism and injustices, of bombers, black musicians and esoteric billionaires, of adultery scandals, murders, loves and vendettas, of police repression and elaborate explorations. And then, with remarkable psychological delicacy, the alternating course of a loveless marriage in a bourgeois family, the loneliness and sadness of Houdini the magician after the death of his mother, the light and total friendship between two children playing on a beach. All truly well blended to form a single unusual choral melody.

Last note on Bruno Fonzi's translation: the (short) part where he renders the slang of illiterate blacks as a mixture of Italian dialectal forms is absolutely disturbing. An example: "tu non ci devi trattare co quissi. tu ci devi dire, ci date Conklin e a machina e via libbera, e vi pigghiate a bibblioteca".

Proposed soundtrack: in addition to the already mentioned "The Entertainer", there is Keith Emerson's adaptation of "Maple Leaf Rag" better known as "Odeon Rag", the signature tune of the mythical 1976 - 1978 Odeon broadcast https://youtu.be/h3Eg68kGtBU

Dr. Of this historical book is written as an engaging blend of reality and imagination, and it is truly a good work that has come to fruition. The captivating story narration, simple sentences, and short chapters are the features that have made the book enjoyable to read. Ragtime not only depicts the historical situation of the United States from the time when there were no blacks and immigrants in it until the United States entered World War I, but also shows the impact of the advent of technology and the industrial world on human relations in this historical transition. Where the skin color no longer affects the way of treating an individual, and examples like Coalhouse and Tateh do not benefit much from justice. Dr. Of shows in Ragtime that the industrial and technological advancements cannot help in better understanding human relations, and what is more, the social environment, especially the economic environment of that era, also puts human behaviors and interactions under the spotlight.

The book Ragtime offers a vivid and detailed account of a significant period in American history. It explores the complex web of social, economic, and technological changes that were taking place during that time. Through the characters and their experiences, the author brings to life the challenges and opportunities that people faced.

The use of simple language and short chapters makes the book accessible to a wide range of readers. It allows for a quick and easy read, while still maintaining the depth and richness of the story. Overall, Ragtime is a remarkable work that provides valuable insights into the past and its relevance to the present.

This is a wonderful book. Especially with the soulful and excellent translation by Najaf Daryabandari.

The book doesn't delve into the emotions of each individual character. But one gets to know all of them and understand them from just the first few chapters.

And the fact that there is no absolutely good or bad character in this book, and each has their own special world. In fact, in my opinion, the story doesn't even have a hero.

If only he had paid more attention to Emma Goldman, the anarchist, I would have really liked it:)

27th of Azar, 1396

The time period from 1902 to around 1914 was a remarkable era. It was set in and around New York City and its prosperous suburb, New Rochelle, New York. This was the Ragtime Era, when Scott Joplin's lively, syncopated music had swept the nation.

A wealthy family, who made fireworks and American flags, lived contently on the outskirts of the city. Father, Mother, Mother's Younger Brother, Grandfather, and the little boy - no proper names were given, which added a touch of quirkiness. The author, E.L. Doctorow, threw a curveball when an abandoned newly born black baby was found and saved by the unnamed family near their home.

Sarah, a naive teenager who had left her child to die, was very depressed due to a broken love affair. She was taken in as a housekeeper as the family felt sorry for her. Coalhouse Walker Jr., her unfazed lover, a musician and superb piano player, located Sarah after a search and visited every week, of course through the backdoor. Ironically, at first, she would not see him or even care for the unwanted infant.

Mr. Walker, a native of St. Louis, was a proud man who didn't take insults from anyone. His skin color had not made him feel inferior; quite the contrary. He showed the impressed family how great a pianist he was on their out-of-tune piano, which embarrassed the head of the house. When he was harassed by the volunteer firemen led by racist chief Will Conklin, who was jealous of Walker's Model T Ford, and his car was damaged, he demanded justice.

Not receiving satisfaction from the uninterested local authorities, he took justice into his own hands, which caused much destruction - more than the fireworks family ever imagined. The writer seems to say, "No justice, no peace." Terror permeated the whole municipality, making national headlines as the destruction spread. However, the question of how far this could be taken without injuring innocent people was never properly answered.

Historical figures continuously materialized in the novel, such as Harry Houdini, Henry Ford, J.P. Morgan, Emma Goldman, Evelyn Nesbit, etc. They added spice to the narrative. This short but important and thought-provoking, prizewinning work is for readers who dig beneath the surface and discover the truth. Everyone wants respect, no matter the race they are born into. People are just people.

I read in a comment from a reader that he would like someone to read him the story told in the novel before going to sleep at night. In this novel, fantasy and reality are perfectly united, providing us with a fairytale-like and rather cinematic picture of America in the early 20th century.

What dreams would be announced while falling asleep with Ragtime!

It is truly an enchanting idea. The combination of the written word and the act of being read to before sleep can create a magical atmosphere. As the reader listens to the story unfold, they can let their imagination run wild and be transported to another time and place. The description of America in the early 1900s as a fairytale-like and cinematic setting is quite captivating. It makes one wonder what kind of dreams and visions would come to mind while dozing off with the sounds of this story in the background.

Perhaps the reader would dream of the glamorous parties and fashionable attire of the era. Or maybe they would envision the bustling city streets filled with horse-drawn carriages and the latest inventions. The possibilities are endless, and it is this sense of wonder and mystery that makes the idea of being read to before sleep with a novel like Ragtime so appealing.

In the name of him.

Some books must be bought blindly and without research, that is, not much effort is made to look into the author's background, the subject matter, and so on. Just seeing that the publisher is such and such or the translator is Mr. So and So is enough. Buy the book and come out.

In my opinion, with a good heart, I can read whatever Najaf Daryabandari has translated, enjoy it, and learn a lot of things. Without any exaggeration, if there were not three or four other big and respected names, we could easily say that he is the greatest translator of the Persian language.

But as for the publisher, I only have such a feeling about three or four publishers, that is, every book they have published is readable. It is true that Nashr-e Khwarazmi has been around for years and no longer has much output, but it has such a brilliant track record that even now, for example, I have had a lot of readable books.

I said all these things to say that Ragtime by Doctorow is a first-class American novel that surprised me, who has recently been closely following the world of novel readers.

I first read "Ragtime" twelve years ago and was immediately captivated. It effortlessly soared into my top ten list of favorite books. However, when I recently reread it for a book club, I found myself disappointed. A lot has transpired in the intervening years, and this work simply didn't leave the same impression as I had anticipated.

First and foremost, the novel seems overly praised to a ridiculous extent. Secondly, it lacks genuine depth. It presents as a series of scenarios and vignettes, with some cameos by historical figures thrown in for good measure. Yet, the essence of the text still eludes me. My book club consists of college professors, English teachers, and avid readers of great education, and despite our best hopes, the novel fell flat.

To truly appreciate this text and elevate its status, one has to project a great deal onto it. I don't believe that if a book is as profound as "Ragtime" is supposed to be, it should require so much effort to make it seem good. That said, I did enjoy reading it. I just don't think there is as much substance to it as I once thought, as the story and characters feel rather surface-level.

I will, however, praise the book's artistry. Doctorow does an admirable job of interweaving numerous fictional threads and historical figures in a mostly convincing manner. The book stylistically reads like a ragtime piano piece, with the beat of history, progress, and social evolution marching on relentlessly. I understand that aspect. But is there anything more? If not, the book doesn't have a whole lot to say.

Also perplexing is what Doctorow intends to convey through the characters. In the cases of Younger Brother and the black maid Sarah, he seems to be criticizing those who allow their emotional and physical well-being to be determined by others. However, especially with Younger Brother, he belabors this point for far too long, and it doesn't seem to connect with any other plotline in the text. So, what is the point?

Another concern is his characterization of "the boy." This young child has thoughts that are far beyond those of even the most intelligent small child. Since Doctorow uses this character to express some of his philosophical themes, it comes across as highly unbelievable because it's difficult to accept that the kid is truly having these thoughts. It reminds you of the author's intrusion, which disrupts the story and further detracts from the text.

I am disappointed in "Ragtime." I wish I weren't. If I were to read it again, armed with my current knowledge, I would probably enjoy it more simply because I wouldn't have such high expectations. Doctorow is a talented writer, and his "The March" is excellent and vivid historical fiction. I would recommend reading that instead.