The Complete Peanuts 1950-1952 by Charles M. Schulz Buchbesprechung auf Deutsch
Band 1 der wunderbaren Gesamtausgabe der Peanuts-Comic Strips von Charles M. Schulz (erschienen bei Fantagraphics Books) beinhaltet die Jahre 1950 bis 1952. Am Schluss dieses Bandes findet der Leser noch einen Essay über Charles M. Schulz und ein ausführliches Interview mit dem Zeichner aus dem Jahr 1987.
The Complete Peanuts 1950-1952 by Charles M. Schulz Book review in English
Volume 1 of this amazing complete edition of the comic strips by Charles M. Schulz (published by Fantagraphics Books) is about the years 1950-1952. At the end of this first volume the reader also finds an essay about Charles M. Schulz and a detailed interview with this illustrator from the year 1987.
Jonathan Franzen: The Corrections / Die Korrekturen Buchbesprechung auf Deutsch
Ich habe die englische Taschenbuchausgabe von "The Corrections" gelesen, die in den USA bei Picador erschienen ist. Erstmals ist das Buch 2001 erschienen. Die deutsche Übersetzung trägt den Titel "Die Korrekturen". Jonathan Franzen hat mit "The Corrections" in Amerika den National Book Award erhalten. Im Zweifel empfehle ich die Lektüre der deutschen Übersetzung, da das englische Original in Teilen hohe Ansprüche an die Englischkenntnisse eines deutschen Lesers stellt, 600 Seiten umfasst und man als Nicht-Muttersprachler Gefahr läuft, stilistische Feinheiten und den sehr komplexen Wortschatz - vor allem die beschreibenden Szenen haben es in sich - nur mehr als Unterbrechung des Lesflusses wahrzunehmen.
"The Corrections" handelt von der Familie Lambert. Da ist zum einen Enid, die seit bald 50 Jahren mit Alfred verheiratet ist, der unter Parkinson leidet und in erster Linie nur noch verwirrt und hilflos ist. Da sind zum anderen deren Kinder Gary, Chip und Denise, die allesamt auf unterschiedliche Art und Weise ihre eigenen Probleme haben. Jonathan Franzen widmet sich mit Hingabe der genauen Beschreibung der Personen und ihres Alltags. Deren Scheitern im Job, in der Liebe, im Familienleben, in ihren sexuellen Bemühungen usw. steht dabei im Mittelpunkt. Darüber hinaus verdeutlicht Franzen aber auch die Schwierigkeiten eben dieser einzelnen Personen, sich mit den anderen Familienmitgliedern, sowie sich mit der Gesellschaft überhaupt, zu arrangieren.
Jonathan Franzen: The Corrections Book review in English
I've read the English pocket edition of "The Corrections" which has been published by Picador. For the first time the book was published in the year 2001. There is a German translation of it which has the title "Die Korrekturen". Jonathan Franzen has received the National Book Award for this book. If you aren't a native speaker I'd advise you to read a translation of it because the English version is partly rather difficult to read and the book has 600 pages. Your reading fluency might be disrupted then because of the style and the extensive vocabulary, especially in the detailed descriptions.
The book is about the Lambert family. That is Alfred who suffers from Parkinson, mainly helpless and confused, and that is Enid who is Alfred's wife for 50 years. And that are their adult children Gary, Chip and Denise who have their own problems in different ways. Jonathan Franzen describes in detail the persons and their everyday life, showing us their job problems, family crises, sexual troubles and so on. Further on the author gives us an idea of the difficulties that they all have in getting on with the other family members and with society at all.
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time--- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off the beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene
An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been sacred of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----
Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two--- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
And now, the end is here And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and ev'ry highway And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way, "Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
[instrumental]
Yes, it was my way
To listen to this song please click here: My Way / Quicktime
"Bowling For Columbine" by Michael Moore with Michael Moore, Charlton Heston, Marilyn Manson, George W. Bush, Jacobo Arbenz, Mike Bradley, ... USA 2002
Plot
The United States of America is notorious for its astronomical number of people killed by firearms for a developed nation without a civil war. With his signature sense of angry humour, activist filmmaker Michael Moore sets out to explore the roots of this bloodshed. In doing so, he learns that the conventional answers of easy availability of guns, violent national history, violent entertainment and even poverty are inadequate to explain this violence when other cultures share those same factors without the equivalent carnage.
We-hell- I see them every night in tight blue jeans In the pages of a blue boy magazine Hey I've been thinking of a new sensation I'm picking up - good vibration - Oop - she bop -
Do I wanna go out with a lion's roar Huh, yea, I wanna go south n get me some more Hey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine They say I better stop - or I'll go blind Oop - she bop -
She bop - he bop - a - we bop I bop - you bop - a - they bop be bop - be bop - a - lu - she bop, I hope He will understand She bop - he bop - a - we bop I bop - you bop - a - they bop be bop - be bop - a - lu - she bop Oo - oo - she - do - she bop - she bop
(whistle along here...)
Hey, hey - they say I better get a chaperone Because I can't stop messin' with the danger zone No, I won't worry, and I won't fret - Ain't no law against it yet. Oop - she bop - she bop -
"Frida" by Julie Taymor with Salma Hayek, Alfred Molina, Geoffrey Rush, Ashley Judd, ... (USA 2002)
Plot
"Frida" chronicles the life Frida Kahlo (Salma Hayek) shared unflinchingly and openly with Diego Rivera (Alfred Molina), as the young couple took the art world by storm.
Artist: Dean Martin Released as a single on Capitol records Title: Sway Year: 1954
Lyrics
When the rumba rhythm start to play Dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more.
Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me.
Other dancers maybe on the floor Dear but my eyes will see only you. Only you have the magic technique When we sway I grow weak.
I can hear the sound of violins Long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now.
Other dancers maybe on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I grow weak. I can hear the songs of violins Long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now You know how, Sway me smooth, sway me now.
Artist: The White Stripes Album: White Blood Cells Title: We're going to be friends Year: 2003
Lyrics
Fall is here,hear the yell back to school,ring the bell brand new shoes,walking blues climb the fence,books and pens I can tell that we're going to be friends
Walk with me,Suzy Lee through the park and by the tree we will rest upon the ground and look at all the bugs we found then safely walk to school without a sound
Well here we are,no one else we walked to school all by ourselves there's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms we clean up and now its time to learn
Numbers,letters,learn to spell nouns,and books,and show and tell at playtime we will throw the ball back to class,through the hall teacher marks our height against the wall
And we don't notice any time pass we don't notice anything we sit side by side in every class teacher thinks that I sound funny but she likes the way you sing
Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed when silly thoughts go through my head about the bugs and alphbet and when I wake tommorow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again cause I can tell that we're going to be friends
Artist: Cassandra Wilson Album: New Moon Daughter Title: Harvest Moon Year: 1996
About Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson (born December 4, 1955) is an American jazz singer and songwriter from Jackson, Mississippi.
She is a Grammy winner, and two of her albums, Blue Skies and New Moon Daughter, have topped the US jazz charts. Wilson's repertoire includes both jazz and blues standards and renditions of pop and rock songs.
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