TOO LOUD A SOLITUDE by Bohumil Hrabal

For thirty-five years, Hanta compacted wastepaper and books. This was his whole life. A life lived without emotion, but knowing every day that he was doing what he wanted. This was the life of a man who had all that he desired and knew exactly how his life was going to finish.

He was considered an idiot, but he was an idiot who knew that books tell you things about yourself that you don’t know

Life will never give us what we want, and fear got Hanta when his world was completely changed because of a machine which did his job faster and better. He was afraid of not being able to follow the “new” machines.

And then, what can you do when you are not prepared for all of this?


It is possible to read this book in one sitting. It is easy reading even if it is not an easy story. The story is humorous and sad at the same time. It reflects the difficult life of a father with a child with Asperger’s syndrome, and the special world in which this child lives. He is experiencing all the world around him in a different way, but at the same time he perceives some simple things of the life with more clarity that we usually do. He has his aim for the future. He has his own moral and ethics and most of the time these contradict the general behaviours of mankind usually based on the moment and participants rather than on clear moral or ethical actions.

I had a general feeling at the end of the book that every world is a complete and perfect world for each of us.

“… and that means I can do anything.”

FOUR BARE LEGS IN A BED by Helen Simpson

Fourteen short stories about women, about sex, about relationships. Some stories are sad, some funny, but all of them make you think.

The title of the book is the title of the first short story as well.

When I closed the book I had the feeling of anger, not mine, but the anger of the author. It was as if all the frustration, disappointments suffered during her life were relieved in those words. But afterwards, when I spent some time thinking about each story . I realised that it was not about anger, but about real situations in the life lived in a particular way. The way in which you are completely able to live some circumstances as if they were completely normal even when you hate it.


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