If you can grit your teeth and put your grammar-pedantry aside, Death At Intervals is a really interesting book. ItÔÇśs a modern satire dressed up as magical realism. It might force you to confront all kinds of heavy questions you werenÔÇśt expecting ÔÇô could humanity exist without mortality? what about religion or philosophy? ÔÇô but Saramago manages to keep it fun. Full review: https://keepingupwiththepenguins.com/death-at-intervals-jose-saramago/
Compelling, paradoxical in its writing, in its communication, in its digressions, in the narrator's comments during the story, in the story itself.
If you read with the right eyes, with a look that goes beyond reality, you can understand the author's denunciation of the materiality of modern man, the church and politics. And he does it with biting sarcasm (which I personally love).
Definitely love it
#josesaramago #deathatintervals #saramago
Some heavy hitters with Dear Martin and Difficult Women.
Cheeky books of Deadeye Dick and Denton Little.
Drive Your Plow is a wonderful sleeper book while The Dreamers drew me right in, I really enjoyed the writing of both.
My favorite though is Jose Saramago's story about what happens when Death takes a break. ÔŁĄ´ŞĆ
In an unnamed country, people suddenly stop dying. No one knows why, and aging and illness continue, leading to a comedy of errors of logistical problems. We then pivot to death personified, as she figures out how best to move forward. This is a cheeky, whimsical look at death written in the twilight of Saramago‘s life. I enjoyed it.
7days, 7 books I love.
I was nominated by a friend on Facebook and thought this would be good here too!
Saramago is 1 of my favorite authors. I love his writing style, how he writes like my brain things, with lots of beautiful rambling and not much punctuation. This book is especially beautiful, all about how we should appreciate death and how if death were a woman what would she be like.
How appropriate that I started reading this book on September 11thÔÇŽ (which since this book was first published in 2005, I kind of assume the resemblance was intentional.)
(Also TIL that the flagpole outside my office building was literally erected after/for 9/11, so yeah.)
So first I learned that Spain Rodriguez was not actually Latino, because his dad was a Spaniard, but whatever, still Hispanic, that's fine. Now I'm finding out that Jos├ę Saramago was not Brazilian, but just plain old Portuguese. And MY Portuguese-heritaged ass knows all too well that we are not considered either Hispanic OR Latinx (oh well, I'm still reading his book during #LatinxAuthors month čśŁ)
On the first day of the new year, no one dies. They have achieved the great goal of humanity: eternal life. Then reality hits homeÔÇöfamilies are left to care for the permanently dying and life-insurance policies become meaningless.
Death sits in her chilly apartment, where she lives alone with scythe and filing cabinets and contemplates her experiment: What if no one ever died again?
I enjoyed the 1st part of this a lotÔÇöa fictional country wakes up on Jan. 1 to find that nobody dies. Various different death-related entities are explored: impact on funeral & nursing homes, religion, & the government. We then shift to the POV of Death and a rather convoluted story about her wanting to be human. Saramago has a very strange writing style that I found hard to read. I would have liked it to be more of an actual novel vs. a treatise.
Saramago takes some getting used to with his run on sentences of several pages but this was another treat about a country where there are no deaths, and what happens if one person refuses to die. #read&buy2008 #MountTBRChallenge (does it still count for the MBTR challenge if you read it right after buying it? čśéčśéčśé)
It has been a while since I read any of Saramago's works, so it was a pleasure to fall back into this one. His style can take some getting used to, but if you can give yourself over to the rhythm, it becomes quite beautiful. This is one of his more approachable novels, but it still holds many layers. Part satire, part literary exploration of philosophy, religion, life, love, and of course death
"The following day, no one died. This fact, being absolutely contrary to life's rules, provoked enormous and, in the circumstances, perfectly justifiable anxiety in people's minds..."
#Death #QuotsyNov17 @TK-421
Day 20: A Translation - Death with Interruptions, a Portuguese translation, is one of those rare books that I actually purchased because my library didn't have it. I bought it, and I still haven't read it. But it sounds really good! The Grim Reaper decides to quit her day job, and all of a sudden, people aren't dying on Earth anymore. But, of course, that comes with its own demons ... #septinbooks17 #translatedbooks #TBR
This is not the kind of book I would normally like. I'm not even sure how to classify it. It's kind of satirical, but also kind of sad. Death (or I should say, death) is personified as a woman in her 30's who can interact with humans. All in all, it's very weird, but in an interesting way! #NobelPrizewinner
I am drawn to books with Death as a character. This Death experiments with the rules, mails lilac-coloured letters to the nearly dead, and falls in love - all written in Saramago's signature strange, elegant, and graceful style. My favourite book from one of my favourite authors.