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3.86 AVERAGE
3.86 AVERAGE
dark
mysterious
sad
tense
The utter helplessness of this character is maddening, not to mention that ritual, wtf?!
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Titulo: El quimerico inquilino
Autor: Roland Topor
Motivo de lectura: Letras Macabras Reading Challenge 2023
Lectura / Relectura: Lectura
Mi edicion: Tapa blanda, 204 paginas, Valdemar
Puntuacion: 5/5
Que acabo de leer? Que acabo de leer? Que acabo de leer?
Es mi primera experiencia leyendo a Roland Topor y la verdad estoy sin palabras, su nivel de escritura, su capacidad de crear una atmosfera de demencia asfixiante es supremo.
La contruccion de su personaje principal (Trelkovsky) es sublime. Un ser paranoico, bipolar, demencial, febril, irreversible, o no? Y ahi esta la cuestion con Roland Topor..somos testigos de la caida libre a la locura o no? Topor no juega con la mente de Trelkovsky, juega con nuestra mente, nosotros somos Trelkovsky adentrandonos en la oscuridad de la incertidumbre donde no podemos diferenciar que es real y que es parte de la imaginacion.
Topor sin dudas es surrealista, pero dentro de esa hermosa locura tambien encontre espacio para la critica de lo que es vivir en sociedad. Cual seria un nivel aceptable de tolerancia? Donde terminan los derechos de una persona y empiezan los de otra persona? En nombre de una "convivencia pacifica" se puede cruzar limites sin retorno, donde lo pacifico no esta presente. El respeto deberia ser la moneda corriente, pero muy a menudo el respeto queda eclipsado por el avasallamiento y el egoismo.
De verdad la obra de Roland Topor me estallo el cerebro en 10.000 pedazos.
Autor: Roland Topor
Motivo de lectura: Letras Macabras Reading Challenge 2023
Lectura / Relectura: Lectura
Mi edicion: Tapa blanda, 204 paginas, Valdemar
Puntuacion: 5/5
Que acabo de leer? Que acabo de leer? Que acabo de leer?
Es mi primera experiencia leyendo a Roland Topor y la verdad estoy sin palabras, su nivel de escritura, su capacidad de crear una atmosfera de demencia asfixiante es supremo.
La contruccion de su personaje principal (Trelkovsky) es sublime. Un ser paranoico, bipolar, demencial, febril, irreversible, o no? Y ahi esta la cuestion con Roland Topor..somos testigos de la caida libre a la locura o no? Topor no juega con la mente de Trelkovsky, juega con nuestra mente, nosotros somos Trelkovsky adentrandonos en la oscuridad de la incertidumbre donde no podemos diferenciar que es real y que es parte de la imaginacion.
Topor sin dudas es surrealista, pero dentro de esa hermosa locura tambien encontre espacio para la critica de lo que es vivir en sociedad. Cual seria un nivel aceptable de tolerancia? Donde terminan los derechos de una persona y empiezan los de otra persona? En nombre de una "convivencia pacifica" se puede cruzar limites sin retorno, donde lo pacifico no esta presente. El respeto deberia ser la moneda corriente, pero muy a menudo el respeto queda eclipsado por el avasallamiento y el egoismo.
De verdad la obra de Roland Topor me estallo el cerebro en 10.000 pedazos.
You know how hard it is to find a decent apartment these days? It's enough to drive a guy out of his mind, I tell you.
"The Tenant" is one of those books that I can sincerely call a cult item. It's come into and gone out of print repeatedly, and every time a new edition emerges, its proponents pass around word of it with the kind of excitement one associates with having gotten away with something.
Where it's known at all outside of its circle of admirers, it's because of the Roman Polanski film adaptation. That's unfair, because the book's brilliant, and the movie I think falls short of capturing what the book is really about: the way modern urban environments encourage us to be strangers to people we're forced to live next to and brush elbows with, and how that can feel even more alienating and maddening than not having anyone around at all.
For those who know the movie, the story's familiar: a young man, Trelkovsky, finds himself in dire need of a new place to live, and manages to snag an apartment that belonged to a woman who threw herself out its window and is now dying in the hospital. From that point on his life begins to spiral down and down, with each turn of that spiral being ambiguous enough that you don't know if genuinely sinister bends are at work or if he's been on the edge all along and just good at hiding it.
What makes a book like this work is the accumulation of little details, and again the dark-humored ambiguity of it all. We're never told what exactly to think about Trelkovsky, but we're given entries we can make in either side of our ledger as we see fit. He starts off smug and unlikeable, and so the worse things get for him the more we feel a vague sense of comeuppance arise. But again, because it's vague, because it's based on his own subjective reactions to things that might not even exist, we distrust our own feelings. Maybe he's not so bad; maybe he really is a victim of dark forces. Then he does something nasty and self-indulgent -- even if we're the only ones who know about it -- and again we think: Little bastard's got it coming, doesn't he? Right up until the end, anyway, which has the same dread inevitability as the last shots of The Wicker Man.
The biggest question I have about this book: Why is it that indie presses like Valancourt and Millipede have to sublicense it from Doubleday and print it at their own expense? In a saner world Doubleday would have years ago issued this as a digital edition on their own. Maybe they really are just that addled.
"The Tenant" is one of those books that I can sincerely call a cult item. It's come into and gone out of print repeatedly, and every time a new edition emerges, its proponents pass around word of it with the kind of excitement one associates with having gotten away with something.
Where it's known at all outside of its circle of admirers, it's because of the Roman Polanski film adaptation. That's unfair, because the book's brilliant, and the movie I think falls short of capturing what the book is really about: the way modern urban environments encourage us to be strangers to people we're forced to live next to and brush elbows with, and how that can feel even more alienating and maddening than not having anyone around at all.
For those who know the movie, the story's familiar: a young man, Trelkovsky, finds himself in dire need of a new place to live, and manages to snag an apartment that belonged to a woman who threw herself out its window and is now dying in the hospital. From that point on his life begins to spiral down and down, with each turn of that spiral being ambiguous enough that you don't know if genuinely sinister bends are at work or if he's been on the edge all along and just good at hiding it.
What makes a book like this work is the accumulation of little details, and again the dark-humored ambiguity of it all. We're never told what exactly to think about Trelkovsky, but we're given entries we can make in either side of our ledger as we see fit. He starts off smug and unlikeable, and so the worse things get for him the more we feel a vague sense of comeuppance arise. But again, because it's vague, because it's based on his own subjective reactions to things that might not even exist, we distrust our own feelings. Maybe he's not so bad; maybe he really is a victim of dark forces. Then he does something nasty and self-indulgent -- even if we're the only ones who know about it -- and again we think: Little bastard's got it coming, doesn't he? Right up until the end, anyway, which has the same dread inevitability as the last shots of The Wicker Man.
The biggest question I have about this book: Why is it that indie presses like Valancourt and Millipede have to sublicense it from Doubleday and print it at their own expense? In a saner world Doubleday would have years ago issued this as a digital edition on their own. Maybe they really are just that addled.
peccato, mi aveva preso all’inizio ma poi si è rivelato un genere che non so apprezzare
strano e delirante
strano e delirante
Na pierwszy rzut oka niepozorna - krótka historia sąsiedzkich niesnasek, w które niechcący wdaje się nasz bohater, Trelkovsky. Na początku możemy się nawet zaśmiać pod nosem czytając o tym, jak tuż po wprowadzeniu się do nowego mieszkania w Paryżu, sąsiedzi czepiają się naszego bezimiennego bohatera właściwie o wszystko - spotkanie towarzyskie, a nawet przesuwanie mebli w ciągu dnia. Trelkovsky szybko dochodzi do stanu, w którym, w strachu przed eksmisją, boi się praktycznie oddychać! Porusza się na paluszkach, a i to nie zadowala innych mieszkańców kamienicy.
Śmiech jednak szybko mija, kiedy poznajemy jakie zamiary mogą mieć sąsiedzi… Czyżby chcieli naszego Trelkovsky’ego zmienić? Odebrać mu tożsamość? Odpowiedzi zapewne mogłaby nam udzielić poprzednia lokatorka, ale niestety, okazuje się, że znajduje się ona w ciężkim stanie w szpitalu, po próbie samobójczej.
Nic tutaj nie jest oczywiste. Tajemnicza, mroczna, hipnotyczna, przerażająca, psychodeliczna, zmuszająca do rozkminy - taka właśnie jest ta powieść. Czytając czułam się jakbym była w transie, a każdy konflikt z sąsiadami o jakim słyszę, zawsze przywodzi mi na myśl właśnie chimerycznego lokatora.
Tak często opowiadając o niej słyszę „Nie znam!”, więc mam nadzieję, że zachęcę was do zapoznania się z tą mało popularną, w dodatku wcale nie nową książką, przy której miałam ciary! Przeczytacie w jeden wieczór!
Śmiech jednak szybko mija, kiedy poznajemy jakie zamiary mogą mieć sąsiedzi… Czyżby chcieli naszego Trelkovsky’ego zmienić? Odebrać mu tożsamość? Odpowiedzi zapewne mogłaby nam udzielić poprzednia lokatorka, ale niestety, okazuje się, że znajduje się ona w ciężkim stanie w szpitalu, po próbie samobójczej.
Nic tutaj nie jest oczywiste. Tajemnicza, mroczna, hipnotyczna, przerażająca, psychodeliczna, zmuszająca do rozkminy - taka właśnie jest ta powieść. Czytając czułam się jakbym była w transie, a każdy konflikt z sąsiadami o jakim słyszę, zawsze przywodzi mi na myśl właśnie chimerycznego lokatora.
Tak często opowiadając o niej słyszę „Nie znam!”, więc mam nadzieję, że zachęcę was do zapoznania się z tą mało popularną, w dodatku wcale nie nową książką, przy której miałam ciary! Przeczytacie w jeden wieczór!
almost felt like a Kafka book but one I could enjoy lol. it was weird and surreal and a fun read
Un libro cupo e profondamente allucinante.
Topor ti fa entrare in una spirale malata in cui risulta difficile capire dove stia la realtà, il tutto raccontando l’arrivo in un appartamento di un nuovo inquilino. Da premesse così normali viene scaturito in realtà un viaggio folle sulla lucidità, la perdita di ragione e la brutalità dell’essere umano.
Da leggere.
Topor ti fa entrare in una spirale malata in cui risulta difficile capire dove stia la realtà, il tutto raccontando l’arrivo in un appartamento di un nuovo inquilino. Da premesse così normali viene scaturito in realtà un viaggio folle sulla lucidità, la perdita di ragione e la brutalità dell’essere umano.
Da leggere.