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Колыбельная
Чак Паланик
sergeybp27 мая 2015 г.Интригующий сюжет. Или точнее не просто сюжет, а домыслы, какие могут возникнуть у читателя по поводу самой идеи. Как эта Колыбельная может изменить жизни героев книги? А как она может изменить весь наш мир? Не скажешь, что развитие дальнейших событий столь же захватывающе, но это заставляет задуматься и в целом читалось с неослабевающим интетесом. Попутно понравились эскиз современной "культуры" в образе noiseaholic'ов-quietaphobic'ов, а также экскурс в экологию планеты Земля.
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очень плохо | не понравилось | нормально| понравилось |очень понравилосьНесколько цитат себе на память:
There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them.
The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing any door is to bury yourself in the little details.
Cheatgrass, Oyster says. Mustard. Kudzu. Carp. Starlings. Seeding meat. Looking out the car window, Oyster says, "You ever wonder if Adam and Eve were just the puppies God dumped because they wouldn't house-train?" He rolls down the window and the smell blows inside, the stinking warm wind of dead fish, and shouting against the wind, he says, "Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet."
After listening to Oyster, a glass of milk isn't just a nice drink with chocolate chip cookies. It's cows forced to stay pregnant and pumped with hormones. It's the inevitable calves that live a few miserable months, squeezed in veal boxes. A pork chop means a pig, stabbed and bleeding, with a snare around one foot, being hung up to die screaming as it's sectioned into chops and roasts and lard. Even a hard-boiled egg is a hen with her feet crippled from living in a battery cage only four inches wide, so narrow she can't raise her wings, so maddening her beak is cut off so she won't attack the hens trapped on each side of her. With her feathers rubbed off by the cage and her beak cut, she lays egg after egg until her bones are so depleted of calcium that they shatter at the slaughterhouse. This is the chicken in chicken noodle soup, the laying hens, the hens so bruised and scarred that they have to be shredded and cooked because nobody would ever buy them in a butcher's case. This is the chicken in corn dogs. Chicken nuggets.
The ground is crisscrossed with thick black cables. In the darkness beyond the lights, engines burn diesel to make electricity. You can smell diesel and deep-fried food and vomit and powdered sugar. These days, this is what passes for fun.
These rock-oholics. These quiet-ophobics.
Do I really want these things? Or am I trained to want them?223