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The Teleportation Accident by Ned Bauman

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“You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.”
― Ned Beauman, The Teleportation Accident

I chose this quote for a reason, for this is probably the most gruelling review I ever had to write. There is not a single good thing I can say about this book. I realise that this may sound slightly harsh and that probably my judgement is extremely subjective due to the amazing books that I have been reading lately, but The Teleportation Accident has disappointed me severely.

The writing is of acceptable level, but the characters… Don’t get me wrong: I have had my share in remembering names of characters from books that involve over 50 of them, sometimes even I have made the attempt to re-read whole books so I can make sense and differentiate between them, but for this work I didn’t have the energy. All of them were at best stodgy. Mind you I even managed to find the narrator’s voice aggravating due to his pretentiousness.

as I am sitting here struggling to write this review I am beginning to feel glad I borrowed this one from the library in stead of buying it for that would have been money wasted on bull crap! How it got published, let alone how people got to write praising reviews for it all over the web, is beyond my humble comprehension.

Don’t be too quick to stigmatize me as lover of easy and frivolous literature, for I read heavy works with easy, and love sophisticated language in fiction, but random over-use of dictionaries for the mere puspose of showing off vocabulary just won’t do! IT SHALL NOT PASS!

Comparing The Teleportation Accident to all of Bauman’s other works is just offensive to his talent. At best I can call it a misfit.

Usually, I would try to give a resume of the book, but I fear that this one will bore you to death. The Teleportation Accident is the book equivelent of that annoying friend we all have that would just never stop blabbing about and whining about this and that.

I will not recommend this book to anyone, unless you are up for hours lost on not pointless conversations on not having sex.

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Shylock is My Name by Howard Jacobson

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As you know I studied English Literature in University, therefore it is not that hard to guess my love for all Shakespearean works. What you might not know is that I participated in an anniversary audio-visual play production of Love’s Labor’s Lost. That was a few years ago but I still cherish the memory with special fondness.  It was a great experience which enabled me to build on my knowledge of Shakespeare’s works. My love for the themes discussed in his art stays with me till this very day and so with a blog at hand and a love for Shakespeare I decided why not get a taste of what the Hogarth series have to offer. I started my research online and stumbled across the new book from the series Shylock Is My Name.

Most of you, I guess will approach the book with trepidation, but leave your prejudice a side and give the book a chance to enter your heart, because it is funny, profound and very readable. I know, you are probably thinking how much you hated The Merchant of Venice, right? Well, fear not, my friends this book will not vex you in the same way… in fact, it will help you re-discover your love for it.  I admit it took me a couple of chapters to get comfortable with the narrator’s voice, but from then on it was pure love. I enjoyed the easiness with which Shylock speaks out his observations and opinions, but most of all I was mesmerized by the fact that finally I had found a book that is more about ideas, rather than actions. I miss that in modern fiction, so I cherish greatly every present I get. Shylock is My Name is a masterfully written and fascinating exploration of the inner and outer perception of Jewishness. One of my flat mates is a Jew; believe me I look at him differently after reading the book – in a good way.  It is, after all, a great achievement to even attempt at re-writing a classic. Jacobson has done marvellously in doing so.  A combination of the larger-than-life theatricality of life and profundity has managed to swirl under the almighty feather of the author, leaving the reader with an open mind to the next instalment in the series. What I loved most is the way the author followed the original only gently reminding of it, but keeping the depth and the shallowness at the exact same “places” and in the exact same quantity.

I would definitely recommend the book to all literature colleagues and friends of Shakespeare out there. If you are up for a philosophical read with a bit of humour that should be your choice from what is out there on the market. I promise, it will leave you stunned at the least. Thank you, www.bloggingforbooks.com , for giving me the opportunity to read this marvellous piece.

If you are very picky about what you read like me, you can find more information about the author at: http://www.curtisbrown.co.uk/client/howard-jacobson

P.S.

I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review

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Book Blogging

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I couldn’t wait to share this with you, guys: I just recieved a copy of The Wolf in The Attic by Paul Kearney from NetGalley. I am filled with excitement for tonight when I will get the time to start read it! The description sounds so promising. Anyway. Back to work. Till later guys!

Black Rabbit Hall by Eve Chase

 

The book definitely wasn’t on my to-get-from-the-library plan but as I was about to leave the local branch something called me back just like Lorna was unexplainable drawn to  Black Rabbit Hall. I wondered for a bit in between the shelves trying to locate the source of the whisper that made the hairs on my neck stand.

Minutes later there is was in its brand new cover, only 15 days settled in its new library home “The Black Rabbit Hall” by Eve Chase. Firstly, I succumbed to the cover – these days I have a thing for blue and dragonflies, I guess Irish has finally got my sane… almost sane brain. I barely made it home before opening the book.

The novel is set in an idyllic Cornish home where nothing much happens… or so it seems. Pencraw or Black Rabbit Hall is the cross point of the two plot lines developed in the book, two tales alternating between 1960s summers, when Amber Alton and her relative occupy the home and a time a couple of decades later when Lorna, a bride-to-be is on her quest for a wedding venue and sets her mind on the Cornishmansion.

 The time goes “syrupy slow” and “nobody cares the clock are all set wrong” in this fairytale Cornish sanctuary… until a tragedy changes the lives of its inhabitants. Amber looses her mother to a tragic storm accident and nobody will ever be the same.

Hand to my heart the book made me obsessed for a day, That’s how long it took me to read it. I caught up with the authors clues quite fast, though and the ending didn’t get me unprepared, nevertheless it was a marvellous read, especially for thesummer.  Eve Chase is a brilliant storyteller and I cannot but admit hearing Daphne Du Maurie’s echo in between the the lines. I love “Rebecca” and if you love Rebecca, as well, I ensure you that “Black Rabbit Hall” will leave you charmed and smiling for the rest of the week.