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A review by dolangueando
Adventures in the Dream Trade by Neil Gaiman
5.0
Algumas citações marcadas como spoiler.
Women, after all, buy more of the books than men do. They like to read. And there is no X-chromosome-linked inability to read comics, either. - pág.22
This volume, published and compiled by Friends of Lulu, is here to help all of you sell more comics. You are selling people dreams and stories and pictures, and there’s never been anything gender-specific about them. You have, after all, nothing to lose but fifty percent of the human race. - pág.23
There’s a mixture of love and hatred here that’s heady, weird, and unique: subtle as a gang-rape, gentle as a crowbar shattering a skull, sweet as a dead boy in a bell tower feeding on pigeons. - pág.31
Well, yeah. I suppose I’d think it was odd if an adult male’s best friend and closest, most constant companion was a twelve-year-old boy. Now you come to mention it. - pág.32
people do tell stories in pubs, and all of them, I was assured, were quite true, for they happened to a friend of a friend of the person who told me the tale. - pág.59
Lovecraft is a resonating wave. He’s rock and roll. - pág.72
It is too often a sad and unwise thing to go back and read a favourite book. - pág.78
It wasn’t those writers or artists who accurately recorded life: the special ones were the ones who drew it or wrote it so personally that, in some sense, it seemed as if they were creating life, or creating the world and bringing it back to you. And once you’d seen it through their eyes you could never un-see it, not ever again. - pág.93
“Neil, dear. I think there’s something you ought to know. Listen: to be eccentric, you must first know your circle.” And I—for once—heard, and listened, and understood. You can fuck around with the rules as much as you want to—after you know what the rules are. You can be Picasso after you know how to paint. Do it your way; but know how to do it their way first. - pág.100
Let me say true things in a voice that’s true, and, with the truth in mind, let me write lies. - pág.114
Before I start I grab a pile of dictionaries, English and American, and a bunch of books on usage—Fowler’s, and the Harper Dictionary of Contemporary Usage, and Bill Bryson’s lovely Penguin Dictionary of Troublesome Words—and the Chicago Manual of Style, and wade in. - pág.145
(Minor side note. If memory serves, “blurb” as a word was created by American humorist Gelett Burgess (who also wrote the “Purple Cow” poem). It means, basically, the puff stuff on the back of a book that tells you you ought to read it. - pág.176
Obviously a strike, like a hanging, concentrates the mind wonderfully. - pág.183
The subject I paid most attention to in school was SF. That they didn’t teach it made no difference. It was what I was studying. - pág.185
Amacker drives a little like a Brazilian taxi driver who took me and my editor from the Rio book fair to the airport last month. The traffic speed was maybe 40. He never drove at less than 70, nipping into tiny spaces, lurching manically from lane to lane. As soon as I was sure I wasn’t going to die, it was kind of fun. Amacker would like that taxi driver. I think they went to the same driving school. - pág.258
And good evangelism—which means, of course, spreading the good news—should never be fully-baked, anyway, otherwise it gets stale quickly. It should be like those loaves of half-baked bread that you finish off in your oven at home. Half-baked evangelism is the best kind. - pág.314
But I’d rather admit that Cait wrote Stardust while I was busy fighting crime off-planet. When you’re battling Denebian slime-worms, who has time to write? Thank heavens for the Legion of Substitute Neils. Gene Wolfe wrote Neverwhere for me, while the late Ian Fleming wrote American Gods via planchette. - pág.338
I did take it as a cautionary tale, and a reminder: as long as you know who God wants you to hate and to hurt then anything you do to them is justified. - pág.340
“You know, if I don’t go, if I just sit here for the next week, I’ll feel like those twerps have won. And to the extent that people stop travelling and stop doing things, to the extent that we withdraw from the world, then that’s the extent that whoever did these appalling things wins and the rest of us lose.” - pág.341
I ought to post something tonight, but jetlag has caught up with me, like an elephant sitting down on a grapefruit. With me being the grapefruit, I suppose, because I don’t feel very elephantine. - pág.348
that twilight place where fiction and memory collapse gently into each other, and demonstrates that while things need not have happened to be true, by the same token just because something really happened, it is still not to be relied upon. - pág.350
Women, after all, buy more of the books than men do. They like to read. And there is no X-chromosome-linked inability to read comics, either. - pág.22
This volume, published and compiled by Friends of Lulu, is here to help all of you sell more comics. You are selling people dreams and stories and pictures, and there’s never been anything gender-specific about them. You have, after all, nothing to lose but fifty percent of the human race. - pág.23
There’s a mixture of love and hatred here that’s heady, weird, and unique: subtle as a gang-rape, gentle as a crowbar shattering a skull, sweet as a dead boy in a bell tower feeding on pigeons. - pág.31
Well, yeah. I suppose I’d think it was odd if an adult male’s best friend and closest, most constant companion was a twelve-year-old boy. Now you come to mention it. - pág.32
people do tell stories in pubs, and all of them, I was assured, were quite true, for they happened to a friend of a friend of the person who told me the tale. - pág.59
Lovecraft is a resonating wave. He’s rock and roll. - pág.72
It is too often a sad and unwise thing to go back and read a favourite book. - pág.78
It wasn’t those writers or artists who accurately recorded life: the special ones were the ones who drew it or wrote it so personally that, in some sense, it seemed as if they were creating life, or creating the world and bringing it back to you. And once you’d seen it through their eyes you could never un-see it, not ever again. - pág.93
“Neil, dear. I think there’s something you ought to know. Listen: to be eccentric, you must first know your circle.” And I—for once—heard, and listened, and understood. You can fuck around with the rules as much as you want to—after you know what the rules are. You can be Picasso after you know how to paint. Do it your way; but know how to do it their way first. - pág.100
Let me say true things in a voice that’s true, and, with the truth in mind, let me write lies. - pág.114
Before I start I grab a pile of dictionaries, English and American, and a bunch of books on usage—Fowler’s, and the Harper Dictionary of Contemporary Usage, and Bill Bryson’s lovely Penguin Dictionary of Troublesome Words—and the Chicago Manual of Style, and wade in. - pág.145
(Minor side note. If memory serves, “blurb” as a word was created by American humorist Gelett Burgess (who also wrote the “Purple Cow” poem). It means, basically, the puff stuff on the back of a book that tells you you ought to read it. - pág.176
Obviously a strike, like a hanging, concentrates the mind wonderfully. - pág.183
The subject I paid most attention to in school was SF. That they didn’t teach it made no difference. It was what I was studying. - pág.185
Amacker drives a little like a Brazilian taxi driver who took me and my editor from the Rio book fair to the airport last month. The traffic speed was maybe 40. He never drove at less than 70, nipping into tiny spaces, lurching manically from lane to lane. As soon as I was sure I wasn’t going to die, it was kind of fun. Amacker would like that taxi driver. I think they went to the same driving school. - pág.258
And good evangelism—which means, of course, spreading the good news—should never be fully-baked, anyway, otherwise it gets stale quickly. It should be like those loaves of half-baked bread that you finish off in your oven at home. Half-baked evangelism is the best kind. - pág.314
But I’d rather admit that Cait wrote Stardust while I was busy fighting crime off-planet. When you’re battling Denebian slime-worms, who has time to write? Thank heavens for the Legion of Substitute Neils. Gene Wolfe wrote Neverwhere for me, while the late Ian Fleming wrote American Gods via planchette. - pág.338
I did take it as a cautionary tale, and a reminder: as long as you know who God wants you to hate and to hurt then anything you do to them is justified. - pág.340
“You know, if I don’t go, if I just sit here for the next week, I’ll feel like those twerps have won. And to the extent that people stop travelling and stop doing things, to the extent that we withdraw from the world, then that’s the extent that whoever did these appalling things wins and the rest of us lose.” - pág.341
I ought to post something tonight, but jetlag has caught up with me, like an elephant sitting down on a grapefruit. With me being the grapefruit, I suppose, because I don’t feel very elephantine. - pág.348
that twilight place where fiction and memory collapse gently into each other, and demonstrates that while things need not have happened to be true, by the same token just because something really happened, it is still not to be relied upon. - pág.350