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All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
5.0
Never before has a book instilled so much heaviness within my soul. The unflinching wretchedness bore within the Great War, and as one can say in all its meanings and manifolds of these three words: war is hell. We have to realize that the men we no nothing of have names, lives, family, ambitions. And when they fall, that all leaves their bodies. The minds they once had incredible sharpness are now meats and foods for Earth.
We may not know of these men who sacrificed themselves for the terrible name of War, but only we can be responsible enough to hold sympathy to such innocent people. I do not hate the soldiers of yesteryear who had enlisted because of a nations propaganda. I do not hate the young man of whom knew nothing of war, and fell into it through delusions of grandeur offered by our bureaucrats, our oligarchs.
There is a solemnity and peace in the final page of All Quiet that hurts the soul more than I can describe here. It is not human the horrors, the multiplicity of emotions that Paul and his comrades face.
To the solider who hath fallen beneath the earth, forgotten by generations: I weep for you. You knew nothing, and for that you are forgiven.
This is a masterpiece, a work of genius. Remarque, thank you so much, for a perspective as raw and brutal as this has never been captured on written words previously or later.
We may not know of these men who sacrificed themselves for the terrible name of War, but only we can be responsible enough to hold sympathy to such innocent people. I do not hate the soldiers of yesteryear who had enlisted because of a nations propaganda. I do not hate the young man of whom knew nothing of war, and fell into it through delusions of grandeur offered by our bureaucrats, our oligarchs.
There is a solemnity and peace in the final page of All Quiet that hurts the soul more than I can describe here. It is not human the horrors, the multiplicity of emotions that Paul and his comrades face.
To the solider who hath fallen beneath the earth, forgotten by generations: I weep for you. You knew nothing, and for that you are forgiven.
This is a masterpiece, a work of genius. Remarque, thank you so much, for a perspective as raw and brutal as this has never been captured on written words previously or later.
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
5.0
“The fallen Angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.”
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus is one of those books that you’re presuppositions of fantastically campy horror tropes of the movie—during the former half of the 20th century—clouds your ability to want to pick up the book. Is the book really this campy, surreally stupid? And that answer is no; it is a mature, dark, and profoundly spectacular work of preliminary science-fiction.
Shelley was a seamstress of words, sewing her prose like a master artisan in a local bazaar teaming with life. She flexes her ability to throw such beautifully coherent language at us without confusing or stumbling our way through the entire book. She offers such a whimsically beautiful take on the state of nature and being that it perfectly captures what English Romanticism was about: nature.
Shelley asks philosophical questions that still need answering today; questions of what makes a man? What qualifies as God? etc., etc. are beautiful and clearly displayed in spades shown in the magnificence and eloquence of Shelley’s writing. She is one of the best English writers to bless us in the entire corpus of literature, and her work need not be overshadowed by its immensity of impact on literature later. Do not skip!
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus is one of those books that you’re presuppositions of fantastically campy horror tropes of the movie—during the former half of the 20th century—clouds your ability to want to pick up the book. Is the book really this campy, surreally stupid? And that answer is no; it is a mature, dark, and profoundly spectacular work of preliminary science-fiction.
Shelley was a seamstress of words, sewing her prose like a master artisan in a local bazaar teaming with life. She flexes her ability to throw such beautifully coherent language at us without confusing or stumbling our way through the entire book. She offers such a whimsically beautiful take on the state of nature and being that it perfectly captures what English Romanticism was about: nature.
Shelley asks philosophical questions that still need answering today; questions of what makes a man? What qualifies as God? etc., etc. are beautiful and clearly displayed in spades shown in the magnificence and eloquence of Shelley’s writing. She is one of the best English writers to bless us in the entire corpus of literature, and her work need not be overshadowed by its immensity of impact on literature later. Do not skip!
The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares
5.0
“To the person who reads this diary and then invents a machine that can assemble disjointed presences, I make this request: Find Faustine and me, let me enter the heaven of her consciousness. It will be an act of piety.”
This is definitely my favorite book of all time
This is definitely my favorite book of all time
Wage-Labor and Capital by Karl Marx
Useful, but dry, not the fault of the book because it’s just an analysis of political economy, but still; read this and get a good understanding of Marxist critique and analysis of political economy