N. Hornby. About a boy
Мне очень нравится у Хорнби манера строить фразы и меткий юмор. Сюжет в этот раз тоже зацепил и читалось быстро и интересно, но вещь получилась, как по мне, очень печальная и с размытыми краями. О стирании уникальных черт, о потере частички себя ради избавления от глубоких раздумий о жизни. Впрочем, можем, такая цель и оправдывает средства.
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He just wasn't right for schools. ... And how could you explain that to anyone? It was OK not to be right for some things (he already knew he wasn't right for parties, because he was too shy, or for baggy trousers, because his legs were too short), but not being right for school was a problem.
- вот у меня, кажется, именно так дела обстоят с работой:)
**А вот еще очень моё:
Reading the paper, having a bath, tidying the flat, watching Home and Away and Countdown, doing a quick crossword on the toilet, eating breakfast and lunch, going to the local shops... That was nine units of twenty-unit day ... filled by basic necessities. In fact, he had reached a stage where he wondered how his friends could juggle life and a job. Life took up so much time...
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As far as he could see, being an introvert just meant that it wasn't even worth trying.
:'(
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Most of us think that the point is something to do with work, or kids, or family, or whatever. But you don't have any of that. There's nothing between you and despair, and you don't seem a very desperate person.
I felt a warm wave washing over me.
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The thing was, he couldn't be that kind of dad any more. He'd missed his moment. It was like if God suddenly decided to be God again a zillion years after creating the world: He couldn't suddenly come down from heaven and say, oh, you shouldn't have put the Empire State Building here, and you shouldn't have organized it so that African people get less money, and you shouldn't have let them build nuclear weapons. Because you could say to Him, well, it's a bit late now, isn't it? Where were You when we were thinking about these things?
**
He just wasn't right for schools. ... And how could you explain that to anyone? It was OK not to be right for some things (he already knew he wasn't right for parties, because he was too shy, or for baggy trousers, because his legs were too short), but not being right for school was a problem.
- вот у меня, кажется, именно так дела обстоят с работой:)
**А вот еще очень моё:
Reading the paper, having a bath, tidying the flat, watching Home and Away and Countdown, doing a quick crossword on the toilet, eating breakfast and lunch, going to the local shops... That was nine units of twenty-unit day ... filled by basic necessities. In fact, he had reached a stage where he wondered how his friends could juggle life and a job. Life took up so much time...
**
As far as he could see, being an introvert just meant that it wasn't even worth trying.
:'(
**
Most of us think that the point is something to do with work, or kids, or family, or whatever. But you don't have any of that. There's nothing between you and despair, and you don't seem a very desperate person.
I felt a warm wave washing over me.
**
The thing was, he couldn't be that kind of dad any more. He'd missed his moment. It was like if God suddenly decided to be God again a zillion years after creating the world: He couldn't suddenly come down from heaven and say, oh, you shouldn't have put the Empire State Building here, and you shouldn't have organized it so that African people get less money, and you shouldn't have let them build nuclear weapons. Because you could say to Him, well, it's a bit late now, isn't it? Where were You when we were thinking about these things?