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ljutavidra's review against another edition
3.0
I dalje imam beef sa kratkim pričama.
Ovo je bilo okej, ali sam svo vreme imala utisak da čitam knock-off verziju Efraima Kišona.
Ovo je bilo okej, ali sam svo vreme imala utisak da čitam knock-off verziju Efraima Kišona.
apol27's review against another edition
4.0
Love hearing his stories read on This American Life. Nice fast read, funny but poignant
celinafaramitha's review against another edition
4.0
.. aku menyadari bahwa bahkan pengetahuan yang paling tajam yang kita semua punya akan menjadi tumpul.
Seseorang yang mencipta tanpa dukungan atau penguatan, yang hanya bisa menulis setelah jam kerja, dikelilingi oleh orang-orang yang bahkan tidak yakin bahwa dia mempunyai bakat, akan selalu teringat akan kebenaran itu. Dunia di sekelilingnya tidak akan membuatnya melupakan hal itu.
Satu-satunya penulis baik yang bisa melupakan adalah penulis yang sukses, jenis yang tidak menulis melawan aliran dari hidupnya, tetapi bersama aliran tersebut, dan setiap wawasan yang mengalir dari penanya tidak hanya menambah nilai teks dan membuatnya senang, tetapi juga menyenangkan agennya dan penerbitnya.
Sialan, aku melupakannya.
Itulah, aku ingat bahwa ada garis antara satu hal dan yang lain;
hanya saja bahwa akhir-akhir ini entah bagaimana berubah menjadi garis antara kesuksesan dan kegagalan, penerimaan dan penolakan, apresiasi dan cemooh.
-Hlm. 120-121-
Itu adalah kutipan terpanjang dan terdalam yang pernah saya tulis :D Dari keseluruhan buku saya paling suka kutipan itu. Ini adalah memoar kedua yang saya baca di tahun 2017. Sediki kemajuan untuk orang yang notabene anti bacaan non fiksi.
Bagaimana ya? Sebenarnya saya agak kecewa dengan subjudulnya, saya mengharapkan isi yang lebih bombastis ketimbang ini. Saya mau sudut pandang dia tentang perang, hanya bisa ditemukan segelintir cerita saja dan makna yang bisa saya comot juga implisit. Yang lainnya kisah sehari-hari, sangat menghibur dan lucu. Tapi bukan itu yang saya mau ketahui ketika beli buku ini.
Saya penasaran kenapa judulnya "seven" ternyata 7 tahun adalah selang waktu kelahiran anak pertama Keret, yakni Lev (saya sudah cari di Google, anaknya ganteeeeeng) dengan kematian ayahnya. Keret membuat kumpulan cerita dari tahun pertama hingga tahun ketujuh. Kisahnya macam-macam dari berbagai aspek kehidupan. Mulai dari yang membuat saya ngakak tak tertahankan, emosi, sampai sedih banget. Bagus sih, tapi saya mau baca tulisan Keret menceritakan juga mengkritisi sesuatu (seperti Parasit Lajangnya Ayu Utami misalnya), tapi yang dia tulis benar-benar cuma hal yang terjadi saja. Saya berasa baca tugas mengarang waktu liburan anak SD.
Sejujurnya saya cuma mau kasih bintang 3 untuk hiburannya, tapi mengingat-ngingat orang sekaliber saya yang dulunya mengira Bar Mitzvah adalah sebuah bar dan sekarang menjadi tahu banyak tradisi dan upacara Yahudi, seperti Yom Kippur, gaya hidup Yahudi ekstrim, pantangan makan dan sebagainyaaaaa.
Saya tambahkan satu bintang buat Keret. :3 Yay!
mollysticks's review against another edition
4.0
Wow, what a tough place to live. I appreciated the humor and honesty in this book, especially with regard to raising a son and trying to help them become functioning, nice humans.
aljosa's review against another edition
3.0
not as interesting as the other two short story collections, but still good
queermath's review against another edition
5.0
etgar keret never fails me. so funny and dark and ultimately hopeful. quick and extremely readable.
sjgrodsky's review against another edition
5.0
Raced through this thin book of many short essays in record time, because I needed to complete it before my Hadassah book group met.
I shoehorned in this book between Robbie Robertson's "Testimony" and Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run". You might call it a short trip to Israel in between rowdy, stadium-sized, rock 'n' roll concerts.
A totally delightful book. The author's nature -- compassion and sarcasm, thoroughly mixed -- makes him a charming storyteller.
My favorite might be the last story "Pastrami". The author recounts how he, his wife, and their seven-year-old boy are in their car driving when an air raid siren goes off.
They do what they've been told to do. They pull over to the margin, get out of the car, and lie down on the road next to the car. Well, what they do is make a sandwich. The author's wife, Shira, lies on the ground. They put their boy in the middle. And the author lies on top. Well, he doesn't really lie on top of them. He puts his weight on his hands and knees, which begin to ache as time goes on. He has already let us know that he's overweight.
"Why are we doing this?" asks their child. "We're making a sandwich," he replies. "You're the pastrami in the middle."
After the air raid ends, they get back in the car. "Hey, that was kind of fun," remarks their child. "We can do it even if there's no air raid," says Shira.
How wise, how quick witted, how resilient.
And how brilliant Keret is, to make a story -- a funny story -- out of the intermittent terror that's part of life in Israel.
I shoehorned in this book between Robbie Robertson's "Testimony" and Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run". You might call it a short trip to Israel in between rowdy, stadium-sized, rock 'n' roll concerts.
A totally delightful book. The author's nature -- compassion and sarcasm, thoroughly mixed -- makes him a charming storyteller.
My favorite might be the last story "Pastrami". The author recounts how he, his wife, and their seven-year-old boy are in their car driving when an air raid siren goes off.
They do what they've been told to do. They pull over to the margin, get out of the car, and lie down on the road next to the car. Well, what they do is make a sandwich. The author's wife, Shira, lies on the ground. They put their boy in the middle. And the author lies on top. Well, he doesn't really lie on top of them. He puts his weight on his hands and knees, which begin to ache as time goes on. He has already let us know that he's overweight.
"Why are we doing this?" asks their child. "We're making a sandwich," he replies. "You're the pastrami in the middle."
After the air raid ends, they get back in the car. "Hey, that was kind of fun," remarks their child. "We can do it even if there's no air raid," says Shira.
How wise, how quick witted, how resilient.
And how brilliant Keret is, to make a story -- a funny story -- out of the intermittent terror that's part of life in Israel.