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Air Doll

Imagine your inflatable partner starts talking, buying things, confronting you, basically having her own life and will. A nightmare scenario, the ideal plot for a terrific horror movie. In Japan they made a great movie instead, a subtle wonder of tragedy, melancholy, poetry and humor. To be shared with your partner, inflatable or not.

Verbroken

This book has the great merit of being written in a grammatical correct manner; not much more than that, and I am inclined to think that the merit goes to the dutch translator...

In this book the world is divided between two kind of people: the heroes, good, honest, disciplined, loving, suffering, but destined to a bright future and true happiness; and the villain, corrupted, alcoholics, addicted, greedy, enjoying themselves in ways we might all be jealous in our deepest dreams we would never share; those will die in pain, by cancer and in solitude, or killed by the heroes. There is even a third category: people in between, they might go wrong or they might redeem, but they will never join True Happiness.

What a waist of ink, and what a waist of talent. I have read a short story from Karin Slaughter, and it was funny and full of irony. This one is not even worth recycling.

Roll the dice

these things

these things that we support most well 
have nothing to do with us, 
and we do with them 
out of boredom or fear or money 
or cracked intelligence; 
our circle and our candle of light 
being small, 
so small we cannot bear it, 
we heave out with Idea 
and lose the Center: 
all wax without the wick, 
and we see names that once meant 
wisdom, 
like signs into ghost towns, 
and only the graves are real.

Charles Bukowski

Nanà

In the late 1800, society was sexually repressed. Wifes would copulate only for procreation purposes, and would not find any pleasure in sex, or at least they would pretend so (a very anti-symmetrical pretending compared to nowadays). In such environment, husbands would be ready to everything for a bit of love, and would have to find comfort in love affairs, or worse in prostitutes, singers or actresses. Prostitutes like Nanà, whose sex attract all layers of Parisian society, whose lust and vices dominate above all false morality. Men stand in line for Nanà, burn their money, go to jail for her, kill themselves with knives or fire. They are all hypnotized, captured, possessed by Nanà's beauty and charme. Nanà is their last harbor for love, and their damnation. All for a bit of sex. All for a bit of love. Luckily nowadays society is completely different.



Tira cchi'assai 'n pilu di pacchiu ca 'n carru di voi

Never clean up your bed

Maak nooit je bed op:

Experiences and experiments, without a theory that binds them into a coherent system, are just a collection of trivia from which we learn nothing. Useless, like this book, collecting 115 results of scientific experiments, but failing in creating a new philosophy, despite the promising title. Relaxing and effective for toilet readings, its pages are of the right format for the hygienic ritual that follows those sittings.

Theology of Vanessa

Vanessa has revealed me her theology. Vanessa is 1 and 22.

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