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Life After God ハードカバー – 1994/3/1
英語版
Douglas Coupland
(著)
A thought-provoking collection of stories explores the nature of spirituality in a fast-moving modern culture and its impact on human nature, beliefs, relationships, attitudes, hopes, fears, and dreams. By the author of Generation X. 60,000 first printing.
- 本の長さ360ページ
- 言語英語
- 出版社Pocket Books
- 発売日1994/3/1
- 寸法11.43 x 3.18 x 16.51 cm
- ISBN-100671874330
- ISBN-13978-0671874339
商品の説明
著者について
Douglas Coupland was born on a Canadian NATO base in Beden-Sollingen, (West) Germany on December 30, 1961. He is the author of bestselling fiction, including GENERATION X, LIFE AFTER GOD, POLAROIDS FROM THE DEAD, MICROSERFS, GIRLFRIEND IN A COMA and ALL FAMILIES ARE PSYCHOTIC.
登録情報
- 出版社 : Pocket Books (1994/3/1)
- 発売日 : 1994/3/1
- 言語 : 英語
- ハードカバー : 360ページ
- ISBN-10 : 0671874330
- ISBN-13 : 978-0671874339
- 寸法 : 11.43 x 3.18 x 16.51 cm
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Deepak Sharma
5つ星のうち2.0
Looks like used book.
2021年3月14日にインドでレビュー済みAmazonで購入
The book quality is bad.
Deepak Sharma
2021年3月14日にインドでレビュー済み
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Andrew Duggins
5つ星のうち5.0
this book is worth "The Wrong Sun" alone if you want to understand what it was like to grow up with the specter of nuclear weapons ...
2018年2月10日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
I'll admit I bought this book because of the song by the Ataris--one of my favorites. What I got was a jewel of a collection of short stories, not a medium I am often exposed to. What I found were stories about people going through existential crises and though the story felt very Generation X-focused and had lingering notes of the mid-90s, the stories are still apt in today's hyperconnected world. Often times I felt the stories to be a natural continuation of the themes and tones of works such as The Catcher in the Rye or other celebrated stories about self-realization. And for anyone born after the end of the Cold War, this book is worth "The Wrong Sun" alone if you want to understand what it was like to grow up with the specter of nuclear weapons hanging over your head every day.
APF
5つ星のうち4.0
Buen recopilatorio de relatos
2017年2月10日にスペインでレビュー済みAmazonで購入
En la línea de Douglas Coupland, muy interesante. Ameno de leer y relatos muy originales. Era la primera vez que compraba libros por Amazon y todo OK.
Dylan35
5つ星のうち5.0
Still meaningful
2016年1月9日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
20 years since I first read this. 20 years that have vanished before I even thought about them starting....so many lifetimes..lovers, children, divorce, careers, loss, fortune, the town and the city and all the spaces in between, my babies become teenagers and I move to grey and a nagging/boring obsession with my waist size..I have memories of this book: beautiful and simple and elegant and moving and spiritual with a small 's'..and I've recommended and bought this for so many that I wanted to see if it still means what it did.
It does. Coupland still makes me smile in ways I only recognise when I read him; ("he was so curious to know what being shot would be like. To facilitate shooting he would always wear his shirts wide open at the chest, like a 1976 person"), ("there were no clean spoons around the house so I ate cottage cheese with a plastic tortoiseshell shoehorn that was lying next to the couch - so I guess I've hit a new personal low"), and now gives me that added ache of nostalgia..the saddest of the loss emotions. This has the strange comfort of a Hold Steady song - reminding me somehow of a time long since passed, or the smell of my favourite Chivas Regal 25, and could make me cry on a deeper, more pale afternoon. Tempting to be cynical of course..Coupland with his oh so meaningful 20 something generation little baby nothing small life lessons, and too cool for school ain't I tortured and interesting characters, but that would mean reading this with head not heart and there are plenty of other reading experiences for that. These are snatches of meaningless conversations, (like most words exchanged), sketches of moods ("..summer was over. The cold air sparkled and the maples leaves were rotting, putting forth their lovely reek, like dead pancakes."), the nuclear dead speaking after their everyday mundane flashpoint deaths in shopping malls, offices and hair salons, and clever little metaphors ("counting the Rothkos of skid marks of long-dead car collisions on Interstate 15's white cement lanes").
Some days we need to disappear into a foggy world of dreams, and not return to this, our real world. Life After God allowed me that opportunity today. I slipped through, just for a couple of hours..slipped my own chains. In the words of another great Canadian: "only love can break your heart".
"Time is how the trees grow. I will fall asleep for a thousand years, and when I wake, a mighty spruce tree will have raised me up high, high into the sky"
It does. Coupland still makes me smile in ways I only recognise when I read him; ("he was so curious to know what being shot would be like. To facilitate shooting he would always wear his shirts wide open at the chest, like a 1976 person"), ("there were no clean spoons around the house so I ate cottage cheese with a plastic tortoiseshell shoehorn that was lying next to the couch - so I guess I've hit a new personal low"), and now gives me that added ache of nostalgia..the saddest of the loss emotions. This has the strange comfort of a Hold Steady song - reminding me somehow of a time long since passed, or the smell of my favourite Chivas Regal 25, and could make me cry on a deeper, more pale afternoon. Tempting to be cynical of course..Coupland with his oh so meaningful 20 something generation little baby nothing small life lessons, and too cool for school ain't I tortured and interesting characters, but that would mean reading this with head not heart and there are plenty of other reading experiences for that. These are snatches of meaningless conversations, (like most words exchanged), sketches of moods ("..summer was over. The cold air sparkled and the maples leaves were rotting, putting forth their lovely reek, like dead pancakes."), the nuclear dead speaking after their everyday mundane flashpoint deaths in shopping malls, offices and hair salons, and clever little metaphors ("counting the Rothkos of skid marks of long-dead car collisions on Interstate 15's white cement lanes").
Some days we need to disappear into a foggy world of dreams, and not return to this, our real world. Life After God allowed me that opportunity today. I slipped through, just for a couple of hours..slipped my own chains. In the words of another great Canadian: "only love can break your heart".
"Time is how the trees grow. I will fall asleep for a thousand years, and when I wake, a mighty spruce tree will have raised me up high, high into the sky"