Nimi: Helvetistä - melodraama Viiltäjä-Jackin mysteeriosta
Alkuperäinen nimi: From Hell - being a melodrama in sixteen parts
Kirjoittaja: Alan Moore
Kuvittaja: Eddie Campbell
Julkaistu: 1994 - 1997, Like, viidessä osassa
Genre: Historiallinen rikosmysteeri
Sivuluku: 5 x 80-130 sivua
Jeij, Helvetistä taas kerran! Itse asiassa toinen kerta tänä vuonna, helmikuussa luin ennen työmatkaa Englantiin, mutta silloin englanniksi. Tällä kertaa suomeksi, koska viidessä osassa oleva suomennos mahtuu osa kerrallaan kassiin työmatkalukemiseksi. Ja... no. Englanninkielinen versio on hemmotellut miut pilalle. Nyt nimittäin huomasi pienet käännöskukkaset. Esimerkkinä sanonta tyyliin "Why Mr. Perkins!" ei käänny suomeksi "Miksi herra Perkins!" vaan pikemminkin "No mutta herra Perkins!" Onhan se kirjaimellinen käännös, mutta...
Mutta on se vaan paras sarjakuva ikinä.
"Hän esittää, että neljännen ulottuvuuden rakenteet ikuisuuden monoliitissa näyttäisivät kolmannen ulottuvuuden havainnoitsijoista vain sattumanvaraisilta tapahtumilta... tapahtumilta, jotka nousevat kohti väistämätöntä kohtauspistettä kuin holvien kaaret. Sanotaan että jotain erityistä tapahtuu vuonna 1788. Vuosisata myöhemmin tapahtuu jotain siihen liittyvää. Sitten taas 50 vuotta myöhemmin... sitten 25 vuoden jälkeen... sitten 12½... näkymätön kaari kohoaa läpi vuosisatojen."
"Voidaanko silloin sanoa, että historialla on oma arkkitehtuurinsa, Hinton? Ajatus on mitä loistavin ja kauhistuttavin."
maanantai 5. heinäkuuta 2010
lauantai 19. kesäkuuta 2010
Bunny Munron kuolema
Nimi: Bunny Munron kuolema
Alkuperäinen nimi: The death of Bunny Munro
Kirjoittaja: Nick Cave
Julkaistu: 2009, Like, alunperin myös 2009.
Genre: Satiiri lienee osuva. Ainakin takakannen mukaan
Sivuluku: 238
Viime vuoden joulu/synttärilahja, oli jo aikakin lukea! Suomennettu versio, Herra Caven tekstiä olisi ollut mielenkiintoista lukea alkuperäisellä kielellä, mutta ei ole lahjahevosen suuhun katsomista tai jotain. Ja teksti on melko sujuvaa suomeksikin.
Nimestä on melko helppo arvata, miten Bunny Munron kuolema tulee loppumaan, ja kiitos Nick-sedän kirjoituslahjojen, matka vääjäämättömään lopputulokseen on mutkikas ja ...vallan kiusallinen. Hauska. Iuuh.
No, siis. Bunny Munro on kiertelevä myyntitykki, myyjien myyjä, jumalan lahja kaikille naisille ja muutenkin aikamoinen pukki. Ainakin omasta mielestään. Elämä on leppoisaa, vaimo odottaa kotona lapsen kanssa kun Bunny ajelee ympäriinsä, myyden kauneustuotteita ovelta ovelle innokkaille kotirouville. Ja tulee siinä sivussa muutamaa sutaistuakin. Tai raiskattua. Mutta eräänä kauniina päivänä vaimokulta tekee itsemurhan, ja asiat eivät olekaan enää niin helppoja. Ensinnäkin, mitä ihmettä tehdä Bunny Juniorin kanssa? Libby-vaimon haamu tuntuu piilottelevan joka kulman takana, joten Bunny ottaa 9-vuotiaan pojan mukaansa ja lähtee elämänsä myyntikierrokselle.
Bunny on aikamoinen nilkki. Takakannen mukaan hän on antisankarien antisankari, monumentaalinen moukka. Olen samaa mieltä. Mutta hetki hetkeltä aina enemmän perseelleen menevä elämä herättää lukijassa pienen pienen säälin tunteen. Ainakin seuraavaan nilkkikohtaukseen asti. Nick-sedän teksti on aina nautinnollista. Vaikka tämän kirjan kanssa tuli myös se ...vallan kiusallinen niljakkuus selkärankaan.
"Bunny Junior toivoo, ettei hänen isälleen tapahdu mitään tosi pahaa, sillä vaikka äiti sanoi, että isä on eksyksissä, ja vaikka tämä ei luultavasti ole kovin hyvä isä siinä mielessä kuin Bunny Junior on nähnyt isien olevan tv:ssä ja lehdissä ja puistoissa ja sen sellaisissa, esimerkiksi silloin kun he ostavat silmätippoja estääkseen lastaan sokeutumasta tai heittelevät frisbeetä puistossa tai jotain, niin siitä huolimatta hän rakastaa isäänsä koko sydämestään eikä miljoonassakaan vuodessa vaihtaisi häntä toiseen. Kukapa vaihtaisi? Kun isä hassuttelee, hän on ehdottomasti repäisevän hauska - katsokaa vaikka nyt, kuinka hän loikkii housut nilkoissa alas tuon ränsistyneen talon portaita keskelle pihaa, joka on täynnä hajonneita jääkaappeja ja kylpyammeita ja rojua. Kenen muun isä pystyy tuollaiseen!"
Alkuperäinen nimi: The death of Bunny Munro
Kirjoittaja: Nick Cave
Julkaistu: 2009, Like, alunperin myös 2009.
Genre: Satiiri lienee osuva. Ainakin takakannen mukaan
Sivuluku: 238
Viime vuoden joulu/synttärilahja, oli jo aikakin lukea! Suomennettu versio, Herra Caven tekstiä olisi ollut mielenkiintoista lukea alkuperäisellä kielellä, mutta ei ole lahjahevosen suuhun katsomista tai jotain. Ja teksti on melko sujuvaa suomeksikin.
Nimestä on melko helppo arvata, miten Bunny Munron kuolema tulee loppumaan, ja kiitos Nick-sedän kirjoituslahjojen, matka vääjäämättömään lopputulokseen on mutkikas ja ...vallan kiusallinen. Hauska. Iuuh.
No, siis. Bunny Munro on kiertelevä myyntitykki, myyjien myyjä, jumalan lahja kaikille naisille ja muutenkin aikamoinen pukki. Ainakin omasta mielestään. Elämä on leppoisaa, vaimo odottaa kotona lapsen kanssa kun Bunny ajelee ympäriinsä, myyden kauneustuotteita ovelta ovelle innokkaille kotirouville. Ja tulee siinä sivussa muutamaa sutaistuakin. Tai raiskattua. Mutta eräänä kauniina päivänä vaimokulta tekee itsemurhan, ja asiat eivät olekaan enää niin helppoja. Ensinnäkin, mitä ihmettä tehdä Bunny Juniorin kanssa? Libby-vaimon haamu tuntuu piilottelevan joka kulman takana, joten Bunny ottaa 9-vuotiaan pojan mukaansa ja lähtee elämänsä myyntikierrokselle.
Bunny on aikamoinen nilkki. Takakannen mukaan hän on antisankarien antisankari, monumentaalinen moukka. Olen samaa mieltä. Mutta hetki hetkeltä aina enemmän perseelleen menevä elämä herättää lukijassa pienen pienen säälin tunteen. Ainakin seuraavaan nilkkikohtaukseen asti. Nick-sedän teksti on aina nautinnollista. Vaikka tämän kirjan kanssa tuli myös se ...vallan kiusallinen niljakkuus selkärankaan.
"Bunny Junior toivoo, ettei hänen isälleen tapahdu mitään tosi pahaa, sillä vaikka äiti sanoi, että isä on eksyksissä, ja vaikka tämä ei luultavasti ole kovin hyvä isä siinä mielessä kuin Bunny Junior on nähnyt isien olevan tv:ssä ja lehdissä ja puistoissa ja sen sellaisissa, esimerkiksi silloin kun he ostavat silmätippoja estääkseen lastaan sokeutumasta tai heittelevät frisbeetä puistossa tai jotain, niin siitä huolimatta hän rakastaa isäänsä koko sydämestään eikä miljoonassakaan vuodessa vaihtaisi häntä toiseen. Kukapa vaihtaisi? Kun isä hassuttelee, hän on ehdottomasti repäisevän hauska - katsokaa vaikka nyt, kuinka hän loikkii housut nilkoissa alas tuon ränsistyneen talon portaita keskelle pihaa, joka on täynnä hajonneita jääkaappeja ja kylpyammeita ja rojua. Kenen muun isä pystyy tuollaiseen!"
sunnuntai 13. kesäkuuta 2010
A Pirate's Heart
Title: A Pirate's Heart
Author: Catherine Friend
Published: 2008 by Bold Strokes Books
Genre: Adventure and lesbian pirates
Pages: 316
Picked this one up for light summer reading, and the pirates went and stole my heart. Treasure hunts all around, yay! And pirates! And ale! And wenches! Yayness! Or, rather, Yarrrrrness!
Okay, more seriously. Pirate captain Thomasina Farris disappeared in 1715 with a huge treasure stolen from a Spanish galleon. Some say she drowned, some say she hanged. She left a map, though. And today, a thief is going through libraries, stealing old maps, looking for Captain Tommy's map. Emma, a librarian, helped by a PI called Randi-with-an-i, goes on a roadtrip to try and find the map, stop the thief, and save other books from being mauled so.
The book is split into two stories, 1715 with Captain Tommy, her crew, and the lovely Rebekah they save from certain death, and modern times with Emma and Randi and the elusive map thief. And since this is romantic adventure, our heroines of course find that, in the words of the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow, "Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."
This book sucked me in so well with its writing and pacing that one time, riding home in the bus, I didn't even notice a friend was trying to get my attention from across the aisle of the full bus. *cough* So I went and got Friend's other books from Amazon as well, for a couple of bucks.
I do have one complaint, though. Something that always annoys me. Women with men's names. TWO of them in this book. Yarrr. It's everywhere, though, no escaping from it in any medium. Hell, some of my favourite literary characters are females with male names. But it still ticks me off. But I'll forgive Ms Friend, because this was such a thrilling ride on the storming sea.
"I pulled out the research I'd gathered on Tommy Farris for my article and stared at the thin stack. The woman had commanded her own fleet of ships, sailed the open seas, answered to no one bu her men, and lived a life of terrible adventure.
"Why was I so obsessed with Tommy Farris?
"Easy. She was a pirate."
Author: Catherine Friend
Published: 2008 by Bold Strokes Books
Genre: Adventure and lesbian pirates
Pages: 316
Picked this one up for light summer reading, and the pirates went and stole my heart. Treasure hunts all around, yay! And pirates! And ale! And wenches! Yayness! Or, rather, Yarrrrrness!
Okay, more seriously. Pirate captain Thomasina Farris disappeared in 1715 with a huge treasure stolen from a Spanish galleon. Some say she drowned, some say she hanged. She left a map, though. And today, a thief is going through libraries, stealing old maps, looking for Captain Tommy's map. Emma, a librarian, helped by a PI called Randi-with-an-i, goes on a roadtrip to try and find the map, stop the thief, and save other books from being mauled so.
The book is split into two stories, 1715 with Captain Tommy, her crew, and the lovely Rebekah they save from certain death, and modern times with Emma and Randi and the elusive map thief. And since this is romantic adventure, our heroines of course find that, in the words of the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow, "Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."
This book sucked me in so well with its writing and pacing that one time, riding home in the bus, I didn't even notice a friend was trying to get my attention from across the aisle of the full bus. *cough* So I went and got Friend's other books from Amazon as well, for a couple of bucks.
I do have one complaint, though. Something that always annoys me. Women with men's names. TWO of them in this book. Yarrr. It's everywhere, though, no escaping from it in any medium. Hell, some of my favourite literary characters are females with male names. But it still ticks me off. But I'll forgive Ms Friend, because this was such a thrilling ride on the storming sea.
"I pulled out the research I'd gathered on Tommy Farris for my article and stared at the thin stack. The woman had commanded her own fleet of ships, sailed the open seas, answered to no one bu her men, and lived a life of terrible adventure.
"Why was I so obsessed with Tommy Farris?
"Easy. She was a pirate."
I am what I am
Title: I am what I am
Author: John Barrowman with Carole E. Barrowman
Published: 2009 by Michael O'Mara Books Limited
Genre: Memoir (said in John Malkovich in Burn after reading -way) with lots of humour.
Pages: 248 + index
Got this one back in January (signed, too! Even if the signature looks more like @ than anything else...), but only finished a week or so ago over trips from work.
I've said it before (in another place, though), but every time I think John Barrowman cannot get any more awesome, he goes and becomes more awesome. Now he's writing comics! *le sigh*
Who's John Barrowman, you may ask? He's a Scottish born, American raised, Wales living actor, singer, producer, writer, TV-host and all around funny and awesome man. Best known around the place as Captain Jack Harkness from Doctor Who, and its spin-off Torchwood, he's also been seen and heard in many movies, like The Producers (the 2005 version; he's the one singing that infamous song!) and De-lovely, where he's singing Cole Porter's Night and day, and also smooching the man (offscreen. Damn it.). Umm, what else. This is his second memoir (again with the Malkovich), first one being called Anything goes (I have that as an audio book, read by the man himself, but I've yet to get to that).
I am what I am is named after a song in the musical version of The Birdcage, and it's full of funny stories about John and his family, friends and TV-shows/movies/musicals he's worked in. So a lot of famous people, and a lot with the funniness. I've been watching Buffy again, please forgive the talk. My favourite bits were of course the bits about Doctor Who and Torchwood, as I'm a fan of both. But the rest was all good, and I got really distracted now looking for a nice YouTube vid to add here. So John's in Desperate Housewives as well! Nice! Killing old ladies... uh.
"Oh yes, I did see my life flash before me during an evening performance of Robin Hood at the Birmingham Hippodrome in 2008, and all I kept repeating to myself was, 'Please don't let me die in tights.'"
Author: John Barrowman with Carole E. Barrowman
Published: 2009 by Michael O'Mara Books Limited
Genre: Memoir (said in John Malkovich in Burn after reading -way) with lots of humour.
Pages: 248 + index
Got this one back in January (signed, too! Even if the signature looks more like @ than anything else...), but only finished a week or so ago over trips from work.
I've said it before (in another place, though), but every time I think John Barrowman cannot get any more awesome, he goes and becomes more awesome. Now he's writing comics! *le sigh*
Who's John Barrowman, you may ask? He's a Scottish born, American raised, Wales living actor, singer, producer, writer, TV-host and all around funny and awesome man. Best known around the place as Captain Jack Harkness from Doctor Who, and its spin-off Torchwood, he's also been seen and heard in many movies, like The Producers (the 2005 version; he's the one singing that infamous song!) and De-lovely, where he's singing Cole Porter's Night and day, and also smooching the man (offscreen. Damn it.). Umm, what else. This is his second memoir (again with the Malkovich), first one being called Anything goes (I have that as an audio book, read by the man himself, but I've yet to get to that).
I am what I am is named after a song in the musical version of The Birdcage, and it's full of funny stories about John and his family, friends and TV-shows/movies/musicals he's worked in. So a lot of famous people, and a lot with the funniness. I've been watching Buffy again, please forgive the talk. My favourite bits were of course the bits about Doctor Who and Torchwood, as I'm a fan of both. But the rest was all good, and I got really distracted now looking for a nice YouTube vid to add here. So John's in Desperate Housewives as well! Nice! Killing old ladies... uh.
"Oh yes, I did see my life flash before me during an evening performance of Robin Hood at the Birmingham Hippodrome in 2008, and all I kept repeating to myself was, 'Please don't let me die in tights.'"
torstai 27. toukokuuta 2010
Pygmy
Title: Pygmy
Author: Chuck Palahniuk
Published: 2009 by Anchor Books
Genre: Palahniuk.
Pages: 241
For official record, begins here account of operative me reading the book of Pygmy.
First impression: "Hey, this reads like Dir en grey lyrics!" The main character of the book goes by Pygmy, and since the singer and lyricist of Dir en grey is kind of... short, I couldn't help but seeing the narrator look something like this:
Another book for trips to work, and since the narration is quite unique English, it took a few weeks to read. But damn it, I loved every minute. Funny, scary, disturbing, and did I mention really funny, Pygmy is the story of a member of young exchange students/terrorists. They are sent from their unnamed totalitarian state to the United States as a part of Operation Havoc. As they become acquainted with the American way of life, they stealthily work towards the conclusion of their operation: mass terrorism in the form of a science fair project.
Pygmy's Americans are stupid, shallow and xenophobic, complete opposites (at least for the first two parts) of the young terrorists. Their way of life, as seen from the point of view of the narrator, seems foolish and absurd with its complex mating rituals, brainless with useless classes, and confusing with religion. The exchange students are far superior in intelligence, if not in English skills, but the easy American way of life does become tempting...
Again, I'm half asleep while writing this (seems to be my default state these days) and despite the fact that I really, really, really liked this book, I'm finding it hard to come up with anything worthwhile to say. I still haven't decided whether I liked the ending or whether I was somewhat disappointed with it. Probably a bit of both. Lullaby still reigns supreme, but Pygmy made it to #2 favourite Palahniuk! Congrats, Pygmy. Go try and mate.
"Next then, this agent venture near Caucasoid female featured with dolichocephalic-shape skull, large brow ridge, and receded zygomas. Feet of operative me rooted stance, breathing distance away female face, this agent own hands akimbo, fist planted atop each own iliac crest, say, "Esteemed Madam Fun Bags..." Say, "Request demonstrate superior anatomy as condition to receive generous deposit of alive male seed."
"Next now, swipe-pow, Caucasoid female slap hand impact face cheek of operative me, sufficient violent so generate blood glow, swell outline of female digits on face skin of this agent."
Author: Chuck Palahniuk
Published: 2009 by Anchor Books
Genre: Palahniuk.
Pages: 241
For official record, begins here account of operative me reading the book of Pygmy.
First impression: "Hey, this reads like Dir en grey lyrics!" The main character of the book goes by Pygmy, and since the singer and lyricist of Dir en grey is kind of... short, I couldn't help but seeing the narrator look something like this:
Another book for trips to work, and since the narration is quite unique English, it took a few weeks to read. But damn it, I loved every minute. Funny, scary, disturbing, and did I mention really funny, Pygmy is the story of a member of young exchange students/terrorists. They are sent from their unnamed totalitarian state to the United States as a part of Operation Havoc. As they become acquainted with the American way of life, they stealthily work towards the conclusion of their operation: mass terrorism in the form of a science fair project.
Pygmy's Americans are stupid, shallow and xenophobic, complete opposites (at least for the first two parts) of the young terrorists. Their way of life, as seen from the point of view of the narrator, seems foolish and absurd with its complex mating rituals, brainless with useless classes, and confusing with religion. The exchange students are far superior in intelligence, if not in English skills, but the easy American way of life does become tempting...
Again, I'm half asleep while writing this (seems to be my default state these days) and despite the fact that I really, really, really liked this book, I'm finding it hard to come up with anything worthwhile to say. I still haven't decided whether I liked the ending or whether I was somewhat disappointed with it. Probably a bit of both. Lullaby still reigns supreme, but Pygmy made it to #2 favourite Palahniuk! Congrats, Pygmy. Go try and mate.
"Next then, this agent venture near Caucasoid female featured with dolichocephalic-shape skull, large brow ridge, and receded zygomas. Feet of operative me rooted stance, breathing distance away female face, this agent own hands akimbo, fist planted atop each own iliac crest, say, "Esteemed Madam Fun Bags..." Say, "Request demonstrate superior anatomy as condition to receive generous deposit of alive male seed."
"Next now, swipe-pow, Caucasoid female slap hand impact face cheek of operative me, sufficient violent so generate blood glow, swell outline of female digits on face skin of this agent."
tiistai 11. toukokuuta 2010
The Fetch
Title: The Fetch
Author: Robert Holdstock
Published: 1991 by Warner Books
Genre: Urban fantasy
Pages: 376
Damn, with the difficulties I had typing just that in, it's probably not a good idea to try and write this thing as tired as I am. But hey, let's give it a go!
The Fetch was translated into Finnish (Muinaisuuden kosketus) some little time after coming out, and since I had read my way through Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Eddings' books, Pratchett, DragonLance and damn well everything fantasy the local library had by then, I picked it up after finishing Mythago Wood and its first sequel. I was much more into epic fantasy than this kind of a thing, magical stuff in our modern world, but I found I quite liked it. It's still one of my favourites. Maybe like, in top 10 or so.
This was the third or fourth time I read The Fetch, first time in English. It's about a young boy, Michael Whitlock, who is adopted by childless parents as an infant. Only a few days in his new home, strange things start to happen. The new parents blame Michael's birth mother, but eventually figure out that it is Michael himself who is causing these odd and frightening occurrences. When he starts bringing home expensive treasures with his talent, horror turns to something else. Hard to say much more without spoilers, read it yourself!
I can't remember whether I reacted as strongly the last few reads to some of the events in the book, but this time, the urge to slap some bitches was strong. Still, the book is as good as I remembered, maybe more so since I am older and somewhat wiser than the first time around. Started reading this about a month ago, and finished it during the last few bus trips to work. The long trips go by too fast with an exciting book like this one. At least I'm getting some serious reading done.
"He drew himself into the picture, a small, yellow-haired figure, and placed his shadow perfectly considering the position of the bright sun at the top corner of the drawing. He drew his mother, standing at the edge of the garden, just outside the zones of his castle. He drew Carol and gave her a big smile, because he always wanted Carol to smile when she felt sad. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he drew his father. He drew a huge open mouth with teeth around the figure of the man.
"After a while, after staring at the page for a few minutes, he found a darker crayon.
"And with a quick, angry smile, he closed the monster's mouth."
Author: Robert Holdstock
Published: 1991 by Warner Books
Genre: Urban fantasy
Pages: 376
Damn, with the difficulties I had typing just that in, it's probably not a good idea to try and write this thing as tired as I am. But hey, let's give it a go!
The Fetch was translated into Finnish (Muinaisuuden kosketus) some little time after coming out, and since I had read my way through Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Eddings' books, Pratchett, DragonLance and damn well everything fantasy the local library had by then, I picked it up after finishing Mythago Wood and its first sequel. I was much more into epic fantasy than this kind of a thing, magical stuff in our modern world, but I found I quite liked it. It's still one of my favourites. Maybe like, in top 10 or so.
This was the third or fourth time I read The Fetch, first time in English. It's about a young boy, Michael Whitlock, who is adopted by childless parents as an infant. Only a few days in his new home, strange things start to happen. The new parents blame Michael's birth mother, but eventually figure out that it is Michael himself who is causing these odd and frightening occurrences. When he starts bringing home expensive treasures with his talent, horror turns to something else. Hard to say much more without spoilers, read it yourself!
I can't remember whether I reacted as strongly the last few reads to some of the events in the book, but this time, the urge to slap some bitches was strong. Still, the book is as good as I remembered, maybe more so since I am older and somewhat wiser than the first time around. Started reading this about a month ago, and finished it during the last few bus trips to work. The long trips go by too fast with an exciting book like this one. At least I'm getting some serious reading done.
"He drew himself into the picture, a small, yellow-haired figure, and placed his shadow perfectly considering the position of the bright sun at the top corner of the drawing. He drew his mother, standing at the edge of the garden, just outside the zones of his castle. He drew Carol and gave her a big smile, because he always wanted Carol to smile when she felt sad. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he drew his father. He drew a huge open mouth with teeth around the figure of the man.
"After a while, after staring at the page for a few minutes, he found a darker crayon.
"And with a quick, angry smile, he closed the monster's mouth."
torstai 6. toukokuuta 2010
Katso ihmistä!
Nimi: Katso ihmistä!
Alkuperäinen nimi: Behold the man
Kirjoittaja: Michael Moorcock
Julkaistu: Alkup. 1969, Vaskikirjojen toimesta suomeksi 2009
Genre: Aikamatka-scifi
Sivuluku: 158 1/4
Tämän kirjan olen halunnut lukea jo kauan, ja nyt se hyppäsi yllättäen suomennettuna syliin kirjastossa. Työmatkat bussissa istuen sujuivat sutjakasti Moorcockin seurassa. Tai no, kaikki kolme matkaa jotka kuluivat lyhykäisen kirjan lukemisessa. Pitkä työmatka...
Mutta asiaan! Karl Glogauer on elämässään enemmän tai vähemmän epäonnistunut hemmo, jolle tarjotaan yllättäen mahdollisuutta kokeilla aikamatkustusta. Uskonnosta ja Jeesuksen elämästä kiinnostuneena hän päättää lähteä vuoden 29 jKr Palestiinaan nähdäkseen livenä Jeesuksen ihmetekoja, ristiinnaulitsemisen ja ylösnousemuksen. Miten kaikki oikeasti menikään?
No se on erittäin hyvä kysymys, ja tämä kirja on varsin jännä vastaus. Jännä as in mielenkiintoinen ja ajatuksia herättävä ja tragikoominen. Sanaa tragikoominen olen tainnut ennenkin täällä ihkuttaa. Katso ihmistä! on sekoitus raamatun lainauksia, teorioita, historiaa ja mitä historia olisi saattanut olla. Paljon puhetta uskonnosta ja sen roolista, ei niinkään aikamatkailusta ja sen ihmeellisyydestä.
Ei ehkä kuitenkaan paras lahjaidea uskovaiselle tädille, jos haluaa jatkossakin pysyä tädin testamentissa.
"Hullu, profeetta, Karl Glogauer, aikamatkustaja, maailman menettämä neuroottinen psykiatri, tarkoituksen etsijä, masokisti, mies, joka kaihosi kuolemaa ja kärsi messiaskompleksista, anakronismi, pinkoi halki markkinapaikan henkeään haukkoen.
"Hän oli tavannut etsimänsä miehen. Hän oli tavannut Jeesuksen, Marian ja Joosefin pojan."
Alkuperäinen nimi: Behold the man
Kirjoittaja: Michael Moorcock
Julkaistu: Alkup. 1969, Vaskikirjojen toimesta suomeksi 2009
Genre: Aikamatka-scifi
Sivuluku: 158 1/4
Tämän kirjan olen halunnut lukea jo kauan, ja nyt se hyppäsi yllättäen suomennettuna syliin kirjastossa. Työmatkat bussissa istuen sujuivat sutjakasti Moorcockin seurassa. Tai no, kaikki kolme matkaa jotka kuluivat lyhykäisen kirjan lukemisessa. Pitkä työmatka...
Mutta asiaan! Karl Glogauer on elämässään enemmän tai vähemmän epäonnistunut hemmo, jolle tarjotaan yllättäen mahdollisuutta kokeilla aikamatkustusta. Uskonnosta ja Jeesuksen elämästä kiinnostuneena hän päättää lähteä vuoden 29 jKr Palestiinaan nähdäkseen livenä Jeesuksen ihmetekoja, ristiinnaulitsemisen ja ylösnousemuksen. Miten kaikki oikeasti menikään?
No se on erittäin hyvä kysymys, ja tämä kirja on varsin jännä vastaus. Jännä as in mielenkiintoinen ja ajatuksia herättävä ja tragikoominen. Sanaa tragikoominen olen tainnut ennenkin täällä ihkuttaa. Katso ihmistä! on sekoitus raamatun lainauksia, teorioita, historiaa ja mitä historia olisi saattanut olla. Paljon puhetta uskonnosta ja sen roolista, ei niinkään aikamatkailusta ja sen ihmeellisyydestä.
Ei ehkä kuitenkaan paras lahjaidea uskovaiselle tädille, jos haluaa jatkossakin pysyä tädin testamentissa.
"Hullu, profeetta, Karl Glogauer, aikamatkustaja, maailman menettämä neuroottinen psykiatri, tarkoituksen etsijä, masokisti, mies, joka kaihosi kuolemaa ja kärsi messiaskompleksista, anakronismi, pinkoi halki markkinapaikan henkeään haukkoen.
"Hän oli tavannut etsimänsä miehen. Hän oli tavannut Jeesuksen, Marian ja Joosefin pojan."
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