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oedipa_maas's review against another edition
4.0
Read Jorie Graham's poem "Erosion" and if you like it, then read this book for an extended play.
michaelsreading's review against another edition
dark
reflective
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
emilychwiggy's review against another edition
dark
reflective
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.75
Content Warnings
Moderate: Animal cruelty and Animal death
lisagiulia's review against another edition
dark
mysterious
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
4.75
sophieluisa's review against another edition
informative
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
phoenixfawkes's review against another edition
1.0
its writing style surely is innovative and i enjoyed finding out how it ended. i loved being able to imagine how the village looked like and how he lived - the imagination was almost real. i could feel his loneliness, his drive to distract and not victimize himself for the situation he is in but rather toughen up even though one can feel how he is hurting. it is very well delievered.
what i didn‘t enjoy was, that it wasn‘t a quick read and for my taste a bit „information overload“. i personally got bored reading all the cut out information from erosions to dinosaurs. i will not read it again, i believe one time is enough to appreciate the innovative take.
what i didn‘t enjoy was, that it wasn‘t a quick read and for my taste a bit „information overload“. i personally got bored reading all the cut out information from erosions to dinosaurs. i will not read it again, i believe one time is enough to appreciate the innovative take.
blackoxford's review against another edition
5.0
Climate Change
Floods, avalanches, landslides, mass extinctions. What are we to make of these randomly destructive events? Do they exist if there is record, no memory of them? And what difference would it make to not know about them? Or to receive no news from the rest of the world at all? Catastrophe really can’t be prepared for can it? And news is almost always irrelevant.
But how about events closer to home? Like whether the Alpine valley in which one lives is in danger from continuous Summer storms? Are there any signs of new cracks in the cliffs or across the sudden fields? Alas, even then, what good would it do to know?
Surely though, one’s own state of being is of crucial import. As one gets older, minor infirmities can only be expected. But are things now progressing more rapidly? Wouldn’t it be prudent to be worried about them? Perhaps they should be noted down somewhere.
Yes, that’s it. But then it’s really essential to go far enough into the past in order to discern the pattern of development. Not just the history of this one life, but the cumulative experience of the species as well. And the geological formation of the valley itself is as relevant as anything else.
Indeed the tens and hundreds of millions of years of planetary development in its distinct periods from the Cambrian to the Quaternary, these too have to be considered. And with those, the numerous bits of human knowledge - how to construct a geometric golden section, the constituents of the cells of the human body, the expansion of the universe, train timetables - are things that must be remembered if one is to diagnose the changes taking place in oneself.
So notes proliferate. They fill the house. Their purpose is to keep memory alive. But they are actually symptoms of its death. The only disaster that matters is the one we can’t see taking place. We survive it; but at a price. The Holocene epoch is that during which the world loses its memory in a flurry of notes, and note-like memories. “Erosion is a slow process.” But eventually it triumphs.
Floods, avalanches, landslides, mass extinctions. What are we to make of these randomly destructive events? Do they exist if there is record, no memory of them? And what difference would it make to not know about them? Or to receive no news from the rest of the world at all? Catastrophe really can’t be prepared for can it? And news is almost always irrelevant.
But how about events closer to home? Like whether the Alpine valley in which one lives is in danger from continuous Summer storms? Are there any signs of new cracks in the cliffs or across the sudden fields? Alas, even then, what good would it do to know?
Surely though, one’s own state of being is of crucial import. As one gets older, minor infirmities can only be expected. But are things now progressing more rapidly? Wouldn’t it be prudent to be worried about them? Perhaps they should be noted down somewhere.
Yes, that’s it. But then it’s really essential to go far enough into the past in order to discern the pattern of development. Not just the history of this one life, but the cumulative experience of the species as well. And the geological formation of the valley itself is as relevant as anything else.
Indeed the tens and hundreds of millions of years of planetary development in its distinct periods from the Cambrian to the Quaternary, these too have to be considered. And with those, the numerous bits of human knowledge - how to construct a geometric golden section, the constituents of the cells of the human body, the expansion of the universe, train timetables - are things that must be remembered if one is to diagnose the changes taking place in oneself.
So notes proliferate. They fill the house. Their purpose is to keep memory alive. But they are actually symptoms of its death. The only disaster that matters is the one we can’t see taking place. We survive it; but at a price. The Holocene epoch is that during which the world loses its memory in a flurry of notes, and note-like memories. “Erosion is a slow process.” But eventually it triumphs.
reggikko's review
I have no idea how to rate this. It’s an interesting look into one man’s slide into dementia, but I don’t think I’m really connecting with what Frisch is trying to do here. I’m going to chalk this up to being not for me and leave it at that.