the catcher in the rye του j. d. salinger
χμου, το 'χει διαβάσει κανείς σας; σας άρεσε; ψήνομαι πολύ αλλά δεν ξέρω καν εκδόσεις και στο vivlionet.gr δεν υπάρχει καταχώρηση. αν γνωρίζει κάποιος ας βοηθήσει.
the catcher in the rye του j. d. salinger
χμου, το 'χει διαβάσει κανείς σας; σας άρεσε; ψήνομαι πολύ αλλά δεν ξέρω καν εκδόσεις και στο vivlionet.gr δεν υπάρχει καταχώρηση. αν γνωρίζει κάποιος ας βοηθήσει.
Last edited by Solo Carriera; 31-01-2010 at 18:58.
δεν ήξερα πουθε να το βάλω οπότε το βάζω εδώ, πέθανε ο Salinger
Notoriously reclusive “Catcher in the Rye” author J.D. Salinger, whose tales of adolescent angst and family dysfunction captured generations of readers, died at his New Hampshire home following a half-century of self-imposed exile. He was 91.
Bunch Of Phonies Mourn J.D. Salinger
CORNISH, NH—In this big dramatic production that didn't do anyone any good (and was pretty embarrassing, really, if you think about it), thousands upon thousands of phonies across the country mourned the death of author J.D. Salinger, who was 91 years old for crying out loud. "He had a real impact on the literary world and on millions of readers," said hot-shot English professor David Clarke, who is just like the rest of them, and even works at one of those crumby schools that rich people send their kids to so they don't have to look at them for four years. "There will never be another voice like his." Which is exactly the lousy kind of goddamn thing that people say, because really it could mean lots of things, or nothing at all even, and it's just a perfect example of why you should never tell anybody anything.
http://www.theonion.com/content/news...nies_mourn_j_d
Es el sonido de su mundo derrumbándose/Es el del nuestro resurgiendo
El día que fue el día, era noche/Y noche será el día que será el día
http://coilhouse.net/2010/01/j-d-sal...—-1919-2010/What we are left with is a blurry portrait, taken from accounts by a former lover and his daughter. The man who emerges is a narcissist with a penchant for Eastern philosophy, homeopathy, and drinking his own urine. It is, perhaps, not the most flattering of biographies.
Btw το βιβλίο έχει τίτλο "Ο φύλακας στη σίκαλη".
I'll bury you in your god's fucked garden
Μετά τον Ουελμπέκ βγάλαμε κι αυτόν βαρετό/πολύ βαρύ για τ' αυτάκια μας. Ε ρε πλάκες.
RIP.
Γυρναγα απο "επισκεψη" σε κορασιδα στην Σαντα.