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A superb and mind bending collection.
this stories infect my imagination in profound way.
“My Dream of Flying to Wake Island”
“News from the Sun”
“Memories of the Space Age”
“Myths of the Near Future”
“middle of a sustained cloudburst. This was way too unnatural. Ahead, someplace over Pasadena, black clouds had gathered, not just dark gray but midnight black, tar-pit black, hitherto-unreported-circle-of-Hell black. Lightning bolts had begun to descend across the L.A. Basin singly and in groups, followed by deep, apocalyptic peals of thunder. Everybody had turned their headlights on, though it was midday. Water came rushing down the hillsides of Hollywood, sweeping mud, trees, bushes, and many of the lighter types of vehicle on down into the flatlands. After hours of detouring for landslides and traffic jams and accidents, Doc and Shasta finally located the mystically revealed dope dealers address, which turned out to be an empty lot with a gigantic excavation in it, between a laundromat and an Orange Julius-plus-car wash, all of them closed. In the thick mist and lashing rain, you couldn't even see to the other side of the hole.
“Hey. I thought there was supposed to be a lot of dope around here.”
What Sortilege had tried to point out about Ouija boards, as Doc learned later back at the beach, while wringing out his socks and looking for a[...]”
“In summary: I like this book, and I think anybody who likes books about painters and devils would like it too.”
“I lay down on my back in the lifeless dirt and stared at the sky. An hour later the first wave of street lamps went out in the valley. Under the new system they have to be off by 9 PM. I watched the neighborhoods go dark. From above with only the emergency lamps and chain stores visible, the grid system is gone and we are nothing but an aggregate of lights. Each gas station, fast food restaurant or all-night office supply store burns like an orange coal in the dark”
“In front of the Asian market I could hear for a thousand miles. The rain was getting lighter and the streets shone. On the corner was a sports bar. I know because it had a poster of a rabid dog tearing some other animal apart and a co-ed with team color panties on the door. The parking lot was full of tanks and The Game reflected off their windshields...I dreamt one thousand basketball courts, nothing holier than sports...I'm going to make them feel what I feel. I went to a payphone by the bus stop. I mean what it's like to be fucking scared all the time and caught in the center of some big horrible thing you have no control over, that you can't even feel the edges of, a slideshow of species trauma.”
“Pain is memory without witness or corroboration. It isn't real to anyone else, and that is what allows torturers, including governments, to be torturers. They can pretend it isn't happening because it isn't happening to them.”
یادداشتی کوتاه در مورد این رمان
https://rpsubik.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-crying-of-lot-49.html
اورسلا لگویین در پذیرش این کتاب برای جایزه جیمز تیپ تری جونیور متن زیر نوشت که به نظرم در توصیف کتاب کافیه :
“An ageless, sexless entity who can take any form is at first indifferent to gender; as it grows more human, the choice becomes more important to it; it ends up a woman by preference. If gender isn't the central concern of this novel, it's near the center, and the handling of it is skillful, subtle, and finely unpredictable.”
موقع خوندنش خیلی لذت بردم
3.5
“Ecosystem of Trauma”
“I was a thing in a swimming pool being observed by a monstrous little girl. I was a mouse in an empty lot being tracked by a fox. I was the prey the starfish had reached up and pulled down into the tidal pool ... There were thousands of “dead” spaces like the lot I had observed, thousands of transitional environments that no one saw, that had been rendered invisible because they were not “of use.” Anything could inhabit them for a time without anyone noticing “
یادداشت کوتاهی درباره این رمان
(3.5 ستاره)
https://rpsubik.blogspot.nl/2018/02/the-chrysanthemum-palace.html
Our Lady Of Darkness has punk brothers name “City Come A-Walkin'” and “neurmancer”