Em “A Sombra da Águia”, por Arturo Pérez-Reverte temos um livro de um grande contador de histórias, mas um livro que nos fala da morte, da guerra e com imenso humor. Dei imensas gargalhadas a ler este pequeno GRANDE romance.
A Sombra da Águia, que Arturo Pérez-Reverte publicou em 1993 nas páginas do El País sob a forma de folhetim, e que se encontrava até hoje inédita em Portugal, é, na sua aparente simplicidade, uma das obras que melhor espelha o virtuosismo literário do seu autor, o seu sentido de humor e a sua fidelidade aos grandes temas do ser humano, como a guerra, o heroísmo anónimo e a noção de Pátria. A história é baseada num acontecimento real: em 1812, durante a Campanha da Rússia, num combate adverso para as tropas napoleónicas, um batalhão de antigos prisioneiros espanhóis, alistados à força no exército francês, tenta desertar, passando-se para os russos. Interpretando erroneamente o movimento, o Imperador encara-o como um acto de heroísmo e envia em seu auxílio uma carga de cavalaria que terá consequências imprevisíveis.
É uma edição da Porto Editora de 2009 e comprada a mais que saldo.
The last book by Rhys Hughes, “The Strange Abnormalities of Stringent”, is in fact a asset to any head. It’s like a fly in a soup plate – a new ingredient.
And, since, any powerful mind constantly needs a steady flow of knowledge to be free from the shackles of lethargy this book provides everything: action, adventure, mystery, suspense, twists, turns, science fiction, eroticism, dinosaurs. There is no program on the Discovery channel that provides so much information, misinformation, philosophy, metaphysics – ufa!
With “The Strange Abnormalities of Stringent” Rhys Hughes goes further and drags, so audacious, into the book the reader as part of the story in a way that has never been done.
after reading 125 pages of the book “the strange abnormalities of stringent”
This book even dares break the barriers of space-time; some times hugs, other times attacks the “hole argument”. Be aware, howsoever, that the book isn’t a hole but one whole!
improves the quality of your life;
gives you better mood;
is creamy and smooth;
provides more satisfaction than a ménage à trois, or in other words drinking beer by three;
Unfortunately we can not make a good stew with it, if it were possible it would be using the book to the maximum power of 0.99% (you see the use of the word “it” three times in a sentence!).
At last but not least Stringent absolutely declines any responsibility regarding any usage whatsoever that you may come across with.
Here I will start with my online and in almost real time review of the book “The Strange Abnormalities of stringent” by Rhys Hughes. It will be a noble review, with jumps and bumps – as it should be! And will be a review with more than 1000 words… of course.
12h40 – the book has not yet arrived. 14h45 – I asked my mother to call me if I received a parcel from abroad. 15h42 – she has not yet called me.
the strange abnormalities of stringent… in style!
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18:10 – My mother fell asleep. And don’t realize that the postman had left a package for me. It’s the mania of the Spanish siesta. I went to check … is the book. 18:15 – I was upset with her. But she told me in double interrogation: “what’s your problem? How could you have started reading the book where you were?” I attacked with a exclamation “This was a disappointment my mother!” 18h16 – I shook my head 10 times. 18h18 – My mother does not understand me! I do not understand my mother and I know her from inside and outside. 18h25 – I went to take a picture … for the style. 18h30 – I’m tired and sweating. The excitement gives me hot flushes. Am I in some sort of male version of menopause? 18h40 – I started drinking a Westmalle Trapist. And I’m looking at the book. I think I’ll just read the book at night.
the strange abnormalities of stringent
Still on 07.08.2013
22h05 – I lay down on in the bed. 22h06 – I rub the buttocks on the mattress until they are well packed. 22h10 – I am adequately acclimated: candles broadcast a shimmering, creamy and fragrant atmosphere. In another situation I, also, have switched a red light – but I will not have sex with the book … dah! 22h15 – I love the smell of a new book in the morning… at night. 22h17 – I look at the primate of the cover and the idea that I’ve been lately finding many monkeys, especially political monkeys, puts me glum. 22h30 – I reread the title and the word “stringent” makes me think of oranges, and I don’t know why! 22h31 – I’m now in the kitchen squeezing lemons for lemonade – I’m without oranges. 22h40 – I lay down on in the bed. 22h41 – The cover is spectacular. Congratulations to Keith Howell. 22h43 – I stop while reading the phrase “16: capricornus” – wtf I’m Leo! 22h46 – Upset I put the book in my belly and I end up falling asleep.
02h15 – I woke up with a monkey staring at me. Nothing unusual, considering that I already woke up with “things” that I don’t know how I carried to bed. It was 02h15 that my eyes saw on the watch display, or it was the time that the brain assimilated – my life is a constant dichotomy. 02h30 – We are undoubtedly facing a book that not only forced the author to an intense research, listen to these words “Pratt & Whitney R-1830 14-cylinder radial engine”, but also reveals that he’s a traveled man, certainly already has made even sexual tourism, when inform the reader that French prostitutes are good. France a country with a good production of prostitutes and other wonders, such as the Louvre, the Seine River and the historic Battle of Waterloo – amazing! This book promises good surprises.
Some unexpected visitors were amazed by discovering a ape speaking. I do not know the reason for the astonishment – frankly! There is more disturbing to see a man like Tarzan played by Johnny Weissmuller talk like a monkey! What would say Edgar Rice Burroughs of this ridiculous mess made with his literary creation.
The daily task of reporting the reading is too much for me. I would advise you to read the book, it is an asset to any head.
To be fair I don’t make words, I only use them. I choose the words from a magic cauldron, called the dictionary, and as if by magic I create a story, a thought.
I don’t know how to draw, so I just do rough drafts on any piece of paper and thereby I get drawings.
I am not a professional photographer, but I’m a shot addict – bang! bang!
I shoot to the left, to the right and from time to time I get some great photos.
This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny,Time, Love, Beauty… – Henry Miller