Name: Motorman (en Inglés)
SKU: 66270851
Price: 441.50 MXN
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Author: Ohle, David
ISBN: 9781940853727

Formato

Libro Físico

Editorial

Calamari Archive

Autor

Ohle, David

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

152

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

21.6x15.2x0.9 cm

ISBN13

9781940853727

Motorman (en Inglés)

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Reseña del libro "Motorman (en Inglés)"

For a long time I was scared to read Motorman. It had come recommended to me in such hushed tones that it sounded disruptively incendiary and illegal. Not only would the reader of this crazed novel burn to ashes, apparently, but he might be posthumously imprisoned for reading the book-a jar of cinder resting in a jail cell. Books were not often spoken of so potently to me, as contraband, as narcotic, as ordnance. There was the whispered promise that my mind would be blown after reading Motorman. There was the assurance that once I read it I would drool with awe, writerly awe, the awe of watching a madman master at work, David Ohle, awesomely carving deep, black holes into the edifice of the English language. -from the introduction by Ben MarcusThis dystopia is a tour de force of scabrous invention. It is also uncomfortably real. As a kid I flipped through Science News and got an unpleasant shock when I inadvertently put my finger on a close-up of a spider's mandibles. Similarly, something about Ohle's prose closes the gap between the representation of a disturbing thing and the thing itself. You feel you ought to wash your hands after touching the page. But if you think that wiping will remove the stain, consider this: Doing time in the French Sewers (don't ask), Moldenke learns that they supply the bakery where edible paper-"for money, for waivers, for wiping, for books"-is made. Shit is books, books are food, food is shit. The conclusion? We're in it. Deep. -Shelley Jackson, from a review in BookForum