Se describe como una mujer de espalda encorvada, la cintura ancha, las piernas cortas, los pies torcidos, el vello abundante, los rasgos toscos, sin gracia ni contornos. Viene de un pueblito de Puteaux. Paloma Josse: Hija menor de los Josse. En el caso de Paloma, lo importante en el momento de su muerte es escribir ideas profundas.
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Start your review of The Elegance of the Hedgehog Write a review Jul 11, trivialchemy rated it did not like it I recently had a brief relationship with a young lady who had studied philosophy at a university in southern California. The relationship was destined to be a brief one, as she left for the Philippines to join the Peace Corps just a week or so ago.
On one of our last evenings together, she thanked me for something that I found curious. She said, "Isaiah, have you ever met someone at a party or something who finds out you studied philosophy -- and then they just try to talk to you the whole rest I recently had a brief relationship with a young lady who had studied philosophy at a university in southern California.
She said, "Isaiah, have you ever met someone at a party or something who finds out you studied philosophy -- and then they just try to talk to you the whole rest of the night about random philosophers they happen to know about, when all you want to do is play beer pong and find someone to make out with?
Actually, for me these days my background in philosophy is fairly inconspicuous, but the exact same thing happens to me for my work in the space industry. Or perhaps in a rare case he might want to talk about space policy, or advanced propulsion systems, or something else that I do actually care about. Let me get drunk? I remember one particular rant about utilitarianism, Mills, and his relationship to his father on a concert lawn somewhere.
Well, this book is that guy. My issue with this book is not the literary name-dropping or the dime store philosophizing. Some authors can get away with this stuff, even brilliantly. Kundera, for example. The difference is that Kundera is interesting.
Whereas nothing and no one in this book is anything but a one-dimensional bore. Who cares about these people? Why should I care about them?
You know what, lots of people are smart. Smart people are a dime a dozen. Barbery spends half of this book droning on and on about how this concierge and schoolgirl are so unseen because of social expectations, and she would have them be redeemed because they are both intelligent and tender. I grew up in trailers and fertilized lawns for a living. And the ultimate stupidity -- the most absurd thing in this entire book -- is this ridiculous and unbelievable artifice that Renee has to "hide" who she is, because of the expectations of the upper class.
What garbage! If I found out my concierge had read Marx, I would a not give a shit and b avoid her as much as humanly possible, out of fear that she would talk to me in exactly the way Renee talks to the reader in this book: interminably. If anything, I"d be more interested in her if she were an ignorant working-class stiff. Carver writes about people like that all the time, and its enthralling.
Because he makes you care about these people and their motivations. Intelligentsia pretensions in a do-nothing concierge? Excuse me while I pour some more bourbon in this drink. Same goes for Paloma. I guess I should care about her "plight. The ethic espoused in this book -- that Renee and Paloma are profoundly worthwhile because they are intelligent and tender is unequivocally American.
Only in modern western cultures would we say, "oh! Dominant, austere, "deep," and sexually unconscious. After reading Kakuro in Hedheog, I understand why women get so upset about male-fantasy portrayals of women in novels by male authors.
This is the exact other side of that coin. I was irritated the whole time.
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
LA ELEGANCIA DEL ERIZO
La Elegancia del Erizo (L'Élegance du Hérisson)- Muriel Barbery