Junijsko branje
Brian Greene: Čudovito vesolje. Poljudno-znanstvena. Doslej za silo skapirala (recimo) Einsteinovo teorijo splošne in posebne relativnosti. In se zataknila pri kvantni mehaniki. Superstrune pa še čakajo. Absolutno totalno skrajno ne-dopustniško branje! ;)) (Ampak seveda zelo zanimivo za vse, ki vas zanima vesolje ali pa nastanek vsega.)
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Začela z biografijo Radeta Šerbedžije, a me je veselje kmalu minilo. Vse preveč nepovezano in asociativno, skoncentrirano skoraj izključno na politiko, medtem ko mene bolj zanima njegova osebna zgodba. Mislim, omenil ni niti rojstva otrok niti imena prve žene – zakaj bi mu torej verjela glede ostalega? 😉
Potem sem se lotila novega Euromana, tokrat slovaškega. Dušan Mitana v Mojem domačem pokopališču zastavi obetavno obešenjaško, vendar pa kmalu začne presedati s postmodernističnimi prebliski, pa tudi zgodba se ne premakne nikamor več. No, tistih 50 strani do konca bom menda še zmogla.
Na dopustku sem rutinsko prežvečila še enega Connellyja, tokrat The Last Coyote. Connelly kot Connelly, soliden krimič. Še vedno pa me pri njem živcira nenehno – povsem nepotrebno – opisovanje natančne poti, ki jo opravi njegov detektiv, ko se prevaža od točke A do točke B, pa čeprav samo iz službe do doma. Tako moraš nenehno preskakovati odstavke, saj se človek tega res kmalu naveliča.
Z užitkom sem se sprehodila še skozi enega Kinkyja Friedmana: The Roadkill.
Če od detektiva pričakujete, da bo klen, neomajen kadilec, strasten ljubitelj ekspresa in spoštovalec mačje modrosti, je Kinky vaš človek.
Za pokušino nekaj drobcev:
I rarely meddled in the cat’s personal affairs and she rarely meddled in mine. Neither of us was foolish enough to attribute human emotions to our pets.
On the whole, I preferred cats to women because cats seldom if ever used the word “relationship”.
It was a nice neighborhood. If you liked neighborhoods.
In six days the Lord created the heavens and the earth and all the wonders therein. There are some of us who feel that He might have taken just a little more time.
Golf is the only opportunity that middle-aged Wasps have to dress up like a pimp.
“I’m not afraid to die,” I said. “I’m not afraid to live. I’m not afraid to fail. I’m not afraid to succeed. I’m not afraid to fall in love. I’m not afraid to be alone. I’m just afraid I might have to stop talking about myself for five minutes.”
Most people, of course, spend their lives caring about the wrong things. The worry about South Africa or Nicaragua. They spend so much time finding themselves that they lose their taxicabs. They don’t see that what kind of napkin you get at a delicatessen is a matter of much significance in the world today.
That’s why they don’t get linen.
They say that death is just nature’s way of telling you to slow down a little bit.
When you have a cat, you assume certain responsibilities that, in a spiritual sense, may transcend those of a marital or a business relationship.
Cats, as a rule, don’t like lawyers. They have great insight into human character.
They say God created whiskey to keep the Irish from taking over the world.
In New York nobody really regarded anybody as dead; we just thought of them as not currently working on a project.
Saj vem, da smo že junija, ampak sem knjigo dejansko zaključila že prejšnji mesec, ampak sem bila na dopustu brez interneta.
Tracy Chevalier: Dekle z bisernim uhanom.
Zelo simpatično branje, o nastanku najbolj znamenite Vermeerjeve slike. Meni še posebej zanimivo, ker sem bila v juniju v Delftu. Zdaj mi je žal, da si Vermeerjeve hiše nisem šla ogledat.