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Der Mann, der die Mandelbäumchen malte
„Eine Novelle, schlank und gerade, mit viel augenzwinkernder Ironie und einem Schuss schwarzen Humor. Wir fressen unserem Simmel diese kleine, böse, schöne Geschichte dankbar aus der Hand.“ Elke Heidenreich
Seit ihrer ersten und letzten Begegnung haben sich Roberta Collins und Pierre Mondragon nicht mehr gesehen. Ihre einzige Verbindung waren postkartengroße Bilder von Mandelbäumchen. Nach elf Jahren macht sie sich nun auf den Weg zu ihm...
Eine bewegende Erzählung über die verschiedenen Arten der Liebe – Ein impressionistisches Bild der menschlichen Seele.
„Man soll ihn hochjubeln! Er war ein fröhlicher Apokalyptiker, ein großer Liebender und der populärste Autor der Bundesrepublik.“ Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung zum Tod von Johannes Mario Simmel
Seit ihrer ersten und letzten Begegnung haben sich Roberta Collins und Pierre Mondragon nicht mehr gesehen. Ihre einzige Verbindung waren postkartengroße Bilder von Mandelbäumchen. Nach elf Jahren macht sie sich nun auf den Weg zu ihm...
Eine bewegende Erzählung über die verschiedenen Arten der Liebe – Ein impressionistisches Bild der menschlichen Seele.
„Man soll ihn hochjubeln! Er war ein fröhlicher Apokalyptiker, ein großer Liebender und der populärste Autor der Bundesrepublik.“ Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung zum Tod von Johannes Mario Simmel
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Johannes Mario Simmel
133 books88 followersJohannes Mario Simmel was an Austrian writer.
He was born in Vienna and grew up in Austria and England. He was trained as a chemical engineer and worked in research from 1943 to the end of World War II. After the end of the war, he worked as a translator for the American military government and published reviews and stories in the Vienna Welt am Abend. Starting in 1950, he worked as a reporter for the Munich illustrated Quick in Europe and America.
He wrote a number of screenplays and novels, which have sold tens of millions of copies. Many of his novels were successfully filmed in the 1960s and 1970s. He won numerous prizes, including the Award of Excellence of the Society of Writers of the UN. Important issues in his novels are a fervent pacifism as well as the relativity of good and bad. Several novels are said to have a true background, possibly autobiographic.
According to his Swiss lawyer, Simmel died on January 1, 2009 in Lucerne, at 84 years of age.
He was born in Vienna and grew up in Austria and England. He was trained as a chemical engineer and worked in research from 1943 to the end of World War II. After the end of the war, he worked as a translator for the American military government and published reviews and stories in the Vienna Welt am Abend. Starting in 1950, he worked as a reporter for the Munich illustrated Quick in Europe and America.
He wrote a number of screenplays and novels, which have sold tens of millions of copies. Many of his novels were successfully filmed in the 1960s and 1970s. He won numerous prizes, including the Award of Excellence of the Society of Writers of the UN. Important issues in his novels are a fervent pacifism as well as the relativity of good and bad. Several novels are said to have a true background, possibly autobiographic.
According to his Swiss lawyer, Simmel died on January 1, 2009 in Lucerne, at 84 years of age.
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November 30, 2020
Odmah na pocetku prije no sto sam pocela citati ova knjiga me odusevila svojom prekrasnom naslovnicom i moram priznati bacila me na pogresan trag tj, ocekivala sam nesto totalno razlicito od onoga sto sam dobila mogu reci cak da me sokirala i potresla te uzdrmala do srzi kao sto ce vjerujem sve velike romanticare. Nemojte misliti da zato nije dobra upravo suprotno, cijela od naslovnice do gotovo samog kraja napravljena je da ocekujemo jedno, a dobijemo nesto sto ni oni medju nama s jako bujnom masto ne bi lako izmastali. Roman o jednoj netipicnoj ljubavi koji svakako preporucujem jer je jedinstven.
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April 14, 2017
Citljivo, lagano ali i interesantno stivo koje te tjera da vidis sto ce biti na iducoj stranici. U vrlo malo rijeci satkana interesantna prica. Za preporuku!
December 4, 2016
Long time, no see goodreads. I’m finally back with a new book review and one it's one I’m happy to share with you! I wasn’t sure should I write my review in English because this book (or so it seems) hasn't been translated to English. I looked it up and there is no trace of any English translation anywhere. I didn’t read it in original (that would be German), but in Croatian because I can’t read in German. I see a lot of Croatian reviews of the book and I wonder does that has anything to do with the fact that the Croatian edition of this book is beautiful. Really. The copy I got from the library is one of the prettiest books I have ever seen. I might even decide that I want to own a copy someday but I’m straying from topic (yet we all love books that come in a reader friendly format, right?).
What kind of book is it? It is a very short novel that is easy to follow and can be read fairy quickly but the story itself is far from trivial. Despite what it might seem like, it is not some cheesy love story. The idea of the novel is very interesting and the story felt quite original to me. It is well written. The ending will probably catch you by surprise. I really liked it. I felt it tied everything together nicely. Johannes is slightly ironic at times, but his bitterness is always dozed with sweetness so that the taste this story leaves in one mouth is quite pleasant. The writer doesn’t really go into depth of things, but honestly, I didn’t mind that. My interpretation of this book is that it leaves a lot to interpretation. I quite liked that ambiguity because it reminded me of Henry James and oddly enough I also caught myself thinking about Camus and his novel The Stranger- there is this vibe of isolation that I caught towards the very end.
I feel like there is a way to read this story in which the married couples are really in love but the opposite could also be the case. I guess we will never know. We’re all sometimes so relentless in the way we read others that there is no point in trying to prove us wrong. Perhaps this is even more case with those we love, we’re so certain we know them well that we become possessive over their identity. He is like that or she is like that- every wife (girlfriend) and husband (boyfriend) are so sure they can describe their spouse (partner) but what do we really know of each other? What is love after all? Passion or loyalty? Is true love more common between friends or between mere strangers? Can we be truly ourselves with those we know well? Removal of inhibitions can be a powerful feeling, but isn’t love always about intimacy? However, what is intimacy? Johannes doesn’t exactly ask these questions, but he makes you want to ask them and I think that is what makes a good writer.
The narrator of the book intrigued me from the start. He is a writer of 'popular books' that sell in million copies. He gave up on writing books of any artistic value because art doesn’t sell well. He now writes book he despises but that are earning him a fortune. He seems to be one of those ‘live and let life’ characters that avoid becoming shallow by remaining genuinely openminded. Thus, he seems to be a decent person, despite making a living writing cheesy novels. At the same time, he also works as a ‘saviour’ of films gone wrong. Apparently, he can rewrite them in matter of days because of his immense talent as a screenwriter. He doesn’t want anyone to know about his screenwriter work and projects, because he is worried that his ‘trashy’ readers might be put off if they found out he was a part of artistic films. Interesting, right?
Occasionally, you come upon a novel where the narrator is as interesting as the protagonists themselves. Sometimes that narrator seems be reflecting the writer himself (I’m thinking The Human Stain and Philip Roth). This narrator does have many similarities with the writer himself (if Wikipedia is to be trusted). I suppose the reason why I like this kind of story framing is because it gives me an opportunity to look at the writer- or at least it provides me with an illusion of observing a writer. You can almost see his writing process. I just find it fascinating. I know that some people aren’t fans of framed narratives, but I seem to love them, even those that are almost hopelessly overdone as Wuthering Heights. I suppose that in some stories it can be too much, but there it is simply perfect.
Anyhow, our writer is travelling in train when he meets a woman who is glowing with happiness. She is her fifties and apparently, he can make this observation only because she hadn’t her hands done, otherwise she looks younger and as I said she had that special glow that enamoured women have. As you can see, there is a lot of intertextuality here. Basically, our narrator is playing the cliché game a bit, but he does it very subtly and at first you hardly notice it. It is not that this is a novel about writing, but if you look closely, you’ll find references about writing process. Anyway, this lady confides in him. Why? Is it because he told her that he is a writer or is it as she claims- she felt instantly that he is the person (the one) to hear her story? She tells him and she is travelling to see the only man she has only truly loved- a painter. At this point, it is her story that we’re following and it is a very touching story …what happens from there? You’ll have to read to find out.
There are some interesting questions about the nature of painting that this novel opened and they made me think a bit. I think they’re meant to be make us think about the art itself. The narrator himself, who is a person of considerable artistic talent (if his screenwriting miracles are any judge), fails to interpret the almond painting correctly, or does he? Read the novel and let me know what you think about the painter and his talent. Basically, we have three narrators in this novel, our writer and two women. Are the women truly reliable narrators? Is the writer himself? When the writer sees the almond blossoms for the first time, he is moved by them. Was that a trick? Or was it not? They say there is an element of truth in every lie. Perhaps in some lies there is more truth than in some truths. Perhaps it wasn’t all a trick. Perhaps it was. Yes, I would have to repeat once again- this novel is ambiguous to the core. I have at least five interpretations of the ending, if you do read this one, send me a message so we can discuss them. Not since my last Kazuo Ishiguro novel have I been thinking over things as much!
Apart from the theme of love, there is obviously another important theme and that would be the theme of art. It is not only by mentioning painting that art becomes the important theme, if you look closely you will see that this novel explores the writing a bit as well. There is humour and irony in it and a sense of playfulness but all said and done, this story makes you think. It doesn’t feel very ambitious at first, but you might be surprised. In English, this novel could be titled The Man Who Painted Almond trees. If you want to ponder a bit about love, art and the harsh realities of the world, this book is not a bad choice. It is a very potent mix of romantic and bitter, trivial and magical, so if you don’t mind bittersweet writing, give it a go. The novel doesn’t have many twists and turn, except for the one towards the end. I’m still under the impression of this unexpected ending that I found to be quite fresh and convincing.
There is one thing that bugs me about this novel. I’m not entirely sure am I reading too much into it. It is either a work of a very restrained writer who managed to deliver something extraordinary without making it too obvious or it is a work of a talented writer who didn’t try too hard but somehow ended up writing something profound without even intending it? I’m not sure. I can’t put my finger onto something and say- this is what makes this novel a masterpiece but that doesn’t have to mean anything. All things considered, who cares? Maybe it is a trick, but these almond blossoms impressed me. On some level, even tricks are real. Real in the sense of the feeling they grant us- for illusions are a part of reality too. Bottom line is that this novel lingers in my head. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it, but I’m having a blast analyzing it in my head. It gives me a most definite feeling of satisfaction. Unlike Mick Jagger, I seem to be able to get some satisfaction. :)
What kind of book is it? It is a very short novel that is easy to follow and can be read fairy quickly but the story itself is far from trivial. Despite what it might seem like, it is not some cheesy love story. The idea of the novel is very interesting and the story felt quite original to me. It is well written. The ending will probably catch you by surprise. I really liked it. I felt it tied everything together nicely. Johannes is slightly ironic at times, but his bitterness is always dozed with sweetness so that the taste this story leaves in one mouth is quite pleasant. The writer doesn’t really go into depth of things, but honestly, I didn’t mind that. My interpretation of this book is that it leaves a lot to interpretation. I quite liked that ambiguity because it reminded me of Henry James and oddly enough I also caught myself thinking about Camus and his novel The Stranger- there is this vibe of isolation that I caught towards the very end.
I feel like there is a way to read this story in which the married couples are really in love but the opposite could also be the case. I guess we will never know. We’re all sometimes so relentless in the way we read others that there is no point in trying to prove us wrong. Perhaps this is even more case with those we love, we’re so certain we know them well that we become possessive over their identity. He is like that or she is like that- every wife (girlfriend) and husband (boyfriend) are so sure they can describe their spouse (partner) but what do we really know of each other? What is love after all? Passion or loyalty? Is true love more common between friends or between mere strangers? Can we be truly ourselves with those we know well? Removal of inhibitions can be a powerful feeling, but isn’t love always about intimacy? However, what is intimacy? Johannes doesn’t exactly ask these questions, but he makes you want to ask them and I think that is what makes a good writer.
The narrator of the book intrigued me from the start. He is a writer of 'popular books' that sell in million copies. He gave up on writing books of any artistic value because art doesn’t sell well. He now writes book he despises but that are earning him a fortune. He seems to be one of those ‘live and let life’ characters that avoid becoming shallow by remaining genuinely openminded. Thus, he seems to be a decent person, despite making a living writing cheesy novels. At the same time, he also works as a ‘saviour’ of films gone wrong. Apparently, he can rewrite them in matter of days because of his immense talent as a screenwriter. He doesn’t want anyone to know about his screenwriter work and projects, because he is worried that his ‘trashy’ readers might be put off if they found out he was a part of artistic films. Interesting, right?
Occasionally, you come upon a novel where the narrator is as interesting as the protagonists themselves. Sometimes that narrator seems be reflecting the writer himself (I’m thinking The Human Stain and Philip Roth). This narrator does have many similarities with the writer himself (if Wikipedia is to be trusted). I suppose the reason why I like this kind of story framing is because it gives me an opportunity to look at the writer- or at least it provides me with an illusion of observing a writer. You can almost see his writing process. I just find it fascinating. I know that some people aren’t fans of framed narratives, but I seem to love them, even those that are almost hopelessly overdone as Wuthering Heights. I suppose that in some stories it can be too much, but there it is simply perfect.
Anyhow, our writer is travelling in train when he meets a woman who is glowing with happiness. She is her fifties and apparently, he can make this observation only because she hadn’t her hands done, otherwise she looks younger and as I said she had that special glow that enamoured women have. As you can see, there is a lot of intertextuality here. Basically, our narrator is playing the cliché game a bit, but he does it very subtly and at first you hardly notice it. It is not that this is a novel about writing, but if you look closely, you’ll find references about writing process. Anyway, this lady confides in him. Why? Is it because he told her that he is a writer or is it as she claims- she felt instantly that he is the person (the one) to hear her story? She tells him and she is travelling to see the only man she has only truly loved- a painter. At this point, it is her story that we’re following and it is a very touching story …what happens from there? You’ll have to read to find out.
There are some interesting questions about the nature of painting that this novel opened and they made me think a bit. I think they’re meant to be make us think about the art itself. The narrator himself, who is a person of considerable artistic talent (if his screenwriting miracles are any judge), fails to interpret the almond painting correctly, or does he? Read the novel and let me know what you think about the painter and his talent. Basically, we have three narrators in this novel, our writer and two women. Are the women truly reliable narrators? Is the writer himself? When the writer sees the almond blossoms for the first time, he is moved by them. Was that a trick? Or was it not? They say there is an element of truth in every lie. Perhaps in some lies there is more truth than in some truths. Perhaps it wasn’t all a trick. Perhaps it was. Yes, I would have to repeat once again- this novel is ambiguous to the core. I have at least five interpretations of the ending, if you do read this one, send me a message so we can discuss them. Not since my last Kazuo Ishiguro novel have I been thinking over things as much!
Apart from the theme of love, there is obviously another important theme and that would be the theme of art. It is not only by mentioning painting that art becomes the important theme, if you look closely you will see that this novel explores the writing a bit as well. There is humour and irony in it and a sense of playfulness but all said and done, this story makes you think. It doesn’t feel very ambitious at first, but you might be surprised. In English, this novel could be titled The Man Who Painted Almond trees. If you want to ponder a bit about love, art and the harsh realities of the world, this book is not a bad choice. It is a very potent mix of romantic and bitter, trivial and magical, so if you don’t mind bittersweet writing, give it a go. The novel doesn’t have many twists and turn, except for the one towards the end. I’m still under the impression of this unexpected ending that I found to be quite fresh and convincing.
There is one thing that bugs me about this novel. I’m not entirely sure am I reading too much into it. It is either a work of a very restrained writer who managed to deliver something extraordinary without making it too obvious or it is a work of a talented writer who didn’t try too hard but somehow ended up writing something profound without even intending it? I’m not sure. I can’t put my finger onto something and say- this is what makes this novel a masterpiece but that doesn’t have to mean anything. All things considered, who cares? Maybe it is a trick, but these almond blossoms impressed me. On some level, even tricks are real. Real in the sense of the feeling they grant us- for illusions are a part of reality too. Bottom line is that this novel lingers in my head. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it, but I’m having a blast analyzing it in my head. It gives me a most definite feeling of satisfaction. Unlike Mick Jagger, I seem to be able to get some satisfaction. :)
December 10, 2014
Zgodna knjigica sa zgodnom idejom koja na kraju i iznenadi. Ja ju ne bih nazvala prekrasnom ljubavnom pričom, budući da je jedna strana bila ''prevarena''.
Poruka za ženski rod: nikad ne vjeruj slatkorječivom muškarcu, iznenadnim izljevima lijepih riječi, ljubavi i tolike pažnje prije sexa ili poslije sexa.... jer tu bude nešto jako, jako kasnije smrdilo ili boljelo ! :)
U svakom slučaju preporuka, zgodno je pročitati i ne oduzima puno vremena- recimo gotovi ste s njom u roku k(s)eks
"Zaboravit ću supruga, zaboravit ću oca i majku. Sve ću zaboraviti. Samo nikad neću zaboraviti to popodne.
Tek sam toga popodneva postala ženom. Sa četrdeset pet godina sam otkrila što žena može osjećati kad je s muškarcem. Nikad prije nisam to mogla ni zamisliti. Nikad prije nisam doživjela takve osjećaje – ni s dvojicom mojih prijatelja, ni sa suprugom, nikad, ne, nikad."
Poruka za ženski rod: nikad ne vjeruj slatkorječivom muškarcu, iznenadnim izljevima lijepih riječi, ljubavi i tolike pažnje prije sexa ili poslije sexa.... jer tu bude nešto jako, jako kasnije smrdilo ili boljelo ! :)
U svakom slučaju preporuka, zgodno je pročitati i ne oduzima puno vremena- recimo gotovi ste s njom u roku k(s)eks
"Zaboravit ću supruga, zaboravit ću oca i majku. Sve ću zaboraviti. Samo nikad neću zaboraviti to popodne.
Tek sam toga popodneva postala ženom. Sa četrdeset pet godina sam otkrila što žena može osjećati kad je s muškarcem. Nikad prije nisam to mogla ni zamisliti. Nikad prije nisam doživjela takve osjećaje – ni s dvojicom mojih prijatelja, ni sa suprugom, nikad, ne, nikad."
January 30, 2021
Meistarīgi savīts stāsts pasakot daudz vairāk nekā šķistu iespējams tikai 90 lpp
March 17, 2021
Mala knjižica koja me je zaintirgirala prvo naslovom, posle radnjom, a na kraju neočekivanim krajem! Dopala mi se, možda ne toliko stilski koliko interesantnom i neobičnom idejom!
June 10, 2021
Burvīgs! Tiešām vienā elpas vilcienā!
Par stāstiem, ko vēlamies dzirdēt un stāstiem, kas tiek izskaitļoti.... Beigas, vienkārši BOMBA!
Par stāstiem, ko vēlamies dzirdēt un stāstiem, kas tiek izskaitļoti.... Beigas, vienkārši BOMBA!
August 28, 2020
Recenzije ove kratke priče na Goodreadsu ne otkrivaju taj veliki preokret pred sami kraj i činilo mi se da iz ljubavne priče može postati nešto sasvim suprotno. Ipak, ovo jeste ljubavna priča, sa malom finansijskom pozadinom koja je neočekivano obrnula radnju. Meni se takav kraj i nije dopao, ali priče koje ga formiraju su skoro pa odlične.
Nikada ne znamo sa sigurnošću kolika je ljubav one druge strane, šta se nalazi iza kao motiv ili pokretač odnosa. Perfidno kao u ovoj Simmelovoj priči ili ne, ljubavni odnosi su uvijek lijepa enigma.
Nikada ne znamo sa sigurnošću kolika je ljubav one druge strane, šta se nalazi iza kao motiv ili pokretač odnosa. Perfidno kao u ovoj Simmelovoj priči ili ne, ljubavni odnosi su uvijek lijepa enigma.
October 5, 2013
Ovu kratku priču sam nadasve željela, jer me je zintrigirala sama radnja, odnosno kratki opis na poleđini knjige.
Što napisati o njoj? Dakle priča se čini vrlo zanimljiva. Amerikanka Roberta Collins svome suputniku u vlaku priča svoju životnu, odnosno ljubavnu priču sjećajući se svog ljubavnika , slikara Mondragona , te želeći se s njme sresti ponovo nakon 10 godina.
Postoji li takva ljubav, cijelo vrijeme sam se pitala, jer upravo pričajući priču sa ženskog stajališta vjerujete u takve ljubavi koje se možda dese jednom u životu.
I sve bi to bilo dobro da je teklo u takvom smjeru. Ali pisac nas pred sam kraj romana iznenađuje svojom fabulom. Moram vam priznati da ovakav kraj nisam očekivala.
Kako sam doživjela roman? Zapravo , gledajući ga ispod površine, može se naći i neka pouka, pogotovo za ženski rod, a to je:Ne vjeruj slatkorječivim tipovima, pogotovo, ako ti govore da te vole nakon jedne ture dobrog seksa.A još su opasniji oni koji ti kažu koji te vole prije dobrog seksa. A najgori su oni koji ti kažu da bi ti skidali zvijezde s neba prije lošeg seksa .. Ali nemojte mene slušati. Uzmite ju, pročitajte, pa mi recite svoje dojmove. Jer ja sam na kraju bila jako razočarana. Ne knjigom , kao cjelinom, nego samim krajem. Možda zato što sam u svojoj glavi imala nekakvu percepciju kako bi se ona mogla završiti...
Moram samo napomenuti da sam Simmela čitala i da sam ranije bila oduševljena nekim njegovim knjigama. Ovo je jedna prosječna, lagana , brzočitajuća literatura, koju čitate dok pečete kolače ili pravite ručak. Znači, ako imate posla, a nešto vam se čita uzmite ju. Garantiram da ćete ju završiti za jedan
Što napisati o njoj? Dakle priča se čini vrlo zanimljiva. Amerikanka Roberta Collins svome suputniku u vlaku priča svoju životnu, odnosno ljubavnu priču sjećajući se svog ljubavnika , slikara Mondragona , te želeći se s njme sresti ponovo nakon 10 godina.
Postoji li takva ljubav, cijelo vrijeme sam se pitala, jer upravo pričajući priču sa ženskog stajališta vjerujete u takve ljubavi koje se možda dese jednom u životu.
I sve bi to bilo dobro da je teklo u takvom smjeru. Ali pisac nas pred sam kraj romana iznenađuje svojom fabulom. Moram vam priznati da ovakav kraj nisam očekivala.
Kako sam doživjela roman? Zapravo , gledajući ga ispod površine, može se naći i neka pouka, pogotovo za ženski rod, a to je:Ne vjeruj slatkorječivim tipovima, pogotovo, ako ti govore da te vole nakon jedne ture dobrog seksa.A još su opasniji oni koji ti kažu koji te vole prije dobrog seksa. A najgori su oni koji ti kažu da bi ti skidali zvijezde s neba prije lošeg seksa .. Ali nemojte mene slušati. Uzmite ju, pročitajte, pa mi recite svoje dojmove. Jer ja sam na kraju bila jako razočarana. Ne knjigom , kao cjelinom, nego samim krajem. Možda zato što sam u svojoj glavi imala nekakvu percepciju kako bi se ona mogla završiti...
Moram samo napomenuti da sam Simmela čitala i da sam ranije bila oduševljena nekim njegovim knjigama. Ovo je jedna prosječna, lagana , brzočitajuća literatura, koju čitate dok pečete kolače ili pravite ručak. Znači, ako imate posla, a nešto vam se čita uzmite ju. Garantiram da ćete ju završiti za jedan
January 15, 2021
Izlasīju vienā elpas vilcienā, nu ļoti, ļoti patika.
Tik maza un plāna grāmatiņa, bet tik plašs un ietilpīgs stāsts. Trausla ir robeža starp ilūziju un realitāti, starp aprēķinu un nesavtību, starp to, ko viens notikums vai darbība patiesībā nozīmē katram no iesaistītajiem. 🌸
Ja ne "Piedzīvot" podkāsta, tad droši vien nebūtu pie šīs grāmatas nonākusi.
Tik maza un plāna grāmatiņa, bet tik plašs un ietilpīgs stāsts. Trausla ir robeža starp ilūziju un realitāti, starp aprēķinu un nesavtību, starp to, ko viens notikums vai darbība patiesībā nozīmē katram no iesaistītajiem. 🌸
Ja ne "Piedzīvot" podkāsta, tad droši vien nebūtu pie šīs grāmatas nonākusi.
May 24, 2021
Tik daudz esences tik mazā stastā. Burvīga novele!
February 4, 2021
Burvīga!
December 8, 2014
knjiga je prekrasna sve do samoga kraja, nemogu vjerovati da tako prekrasna prica moze tako realisticno zavrsiti tipicno danasnjem vremenu, koliko sam sretna da je gda Collins dobila sretan kraj, toliko mi je zao da gda. od slikara zivi za osvetom, zaslosno je da mnogo ljudi tako zivi (nesretno u svojoj kozi)...
December 8, 2017
S obzirom da jako volim Simmelove knjige, s ovom me je poprilično razočarao. No, sreća da je to jedina takva.
February 13, 2021
Stāsts, kura lapaspuses šķiet skrēja uz priekšu ātrāk kā spēju tās pāršķirt. Pārsteiguma moments bija neviltots..aizraujošs un sevī ieraujošs stāsts.
January 30, 2023
Jāpiekrīt, ka viens elpas vilciens un acis jau skrien pāri grāmatas pēdējai lapaspusei. Atrisinājums tiešām negaidīts, patika!
April 26, 2015
EIN ÜBERRASCHENDER SIMMEL...
Im 'Train bleu' von Paris nach Cannes trifft der französische Schriftsteller Roger Royan auf die reiche Amerikanerin Roberta Collins. Zufällig haben sie die Schlafwagenabteile nebeneinander und kommen bei einem Gläschen Champagner miteinander ins Gespräch.
"Trinken wir auf mich", sagte Mrs. Collins. "Auf mein neues Leben. Ich habe ein neues Leben begonnen, wissen Sie, Monsieur Royan. Wollen wir darauf trinken, daß es schön wird, dieses neue Leben?"
Eigentlich ist es nurmehr Mrs. Collins, die erzählt - Roger Royan hängt ihr wie der Leser auch an den Lippen, denn es ist eine besondere Geschichte, die sie erzählt, die Geschichte einer Liebe. Einer großen Liebe. Der großen Liebe, wie sie einem nur einmal im Leben begegnet. Eine Geschichte, die in Cannes begann, vor elf Jahren, und die nun ihre Fortsetzung finden soll.
... erblickte ich ein Mandelbäumchen. Es war in leuchtenden Wasserfarben gemalt, die dünnen Äste schwarz, die kleinen Blätter braunrot, die vielen Blüten in ganz hellem Rosa. Es war ein Bild, das mich durch seine Atmosphäre faszinierte. Mir schien, als sei alles Wachsende und Werdende, alles Gute und Liebenswerte unserer Welt in diesem Mandelbäumchen eingefangen, über dem ein zartblauer Himmel schwebte.
Johannes Mario Simmel - eigentlich steht er für Romane, die jenseits der 600-Seiten-Marke eindrucksvoll die Regale füllen. Mit diesem Büchlein legt er jedoch eine kleine Erzählung vor, eine Novelle, die nicht nur bezüglich des schmalen Umfanges für eine Überraschung sorgt. Auch der Verlauf der Geschichte bietet unerwartete Wendungen, angenehm werden hier die Klischees eingebettet in viel augenzwinkernde Ironie, wohltuend gewürzt mit einer Prise schwarzen Humors.
In einfachem Schreibstil mit meist kurzen Sätzen, lässt sich die Erzählung angenehm leicht lesen. Dazu kommt der Flair Südfrankreichs, den Simmels kleine Geschichte ebenfalls vermittelt. Eine nette Unterhaltung für ein paar Stunden erwartet den Leser hier. Ein kleines Fundstück!
© Parden
Im 'Train bleu' von Paris nach Cannes trifft der französische Schriftsteller Roger Royan auf die reiche Amerikanerin Roberta Collins. Zufällig haben sie die Schlafwagenabteile nebeneinander und kommen bei einem Gläschen Champagner miteinander ins Gespräch.
"Trinken wir auf mich", sagte Mrs. Collins. "Auf mein neues Leben. Ich habe ein neues Leben begonnen, wissen Sie, Monsieur Royan. Wollen wir darauf trinken, daß es schön wird, dieses neue Leben?"
Eigentlich ist es nurmehr Mrs. Collins, die erzählt - Roger Royan hängt ihr wie der Leser auch an den Lippen, denn es ist eine besondere Geschichte, die sie erzählt, die Geschichte einer Liebe. Einer großen Liebe. Der großen Liebe, wie sie einem nur einmal im Leben begegnet. Eine Geschichte, die in Cannes begann, vor elf Jahren, und die nun ihre Fortsetzung finden soll.
... erblickte ich ein Mandelbäumchen. Es war in leuchtenden Wasserfarben gemalt, die dünnen Äste schwarz, die kleinen Blätter braunrot, die vielen Blüten in ganz hellem Rosa. Es war ein Bild, das mich durch seine Atmosphäre faszinierte. Mir schien, als sei alles Wachsende und Werdende, alles Gute und Liebenswerte unserer Welt in diesem Mandelbäumchen eingefangen, über dem ein zartblauer Himmel schwebte.
Johannes Mario Simmel - eigentlich steht er für Romane, die jenseits der 600-Seiten-Marke eindrucksvoll die Regale füllen. Mit diesem Büchlein legt er jedoch eine kleine Erzählung vor, eine Novelle, die nicht nur bezüglich des schmalen Umfanges für eine Überraschung sorgt. Auch der Verlauf der Geschichte bietet unerwartete Wendungen, angenehm werden hier die Klischees eingebettet in viel augenzwinkernde Ironie, wohltuend gewürzt mit einer Prise schwarzen Humors.
In einfachem Schreibstil mit meist kurzen Sätzen, lässt sich die Erzählung angenehm leicht lesen. Dazu kommt der Flair Südfrankreichs, den Simmels kleine Geschichte ebenfalls vermittelt. Eine nette Unterhaltung für ein paar Stunden erwartet den Leser hier. Ein kleines Fundstück!
© Parden
June 13, 2013
I truly enjoyed this book.
February 11, 2013
I LOVE this Book!!!!
November 18, 2013
Very quick and interesting read with unexpected ending.
July 8, 2016
Ponešto dosadan, ali čitvljiv ljubić s pomalo drugačijim krajem. Ok za čianje u tramvaju, na putu kući.
August 7, 2019
Odlična priča sažeta u malo stranica.
October 18, 2017
I honestly don't know what to make of this book. It's short and easy to read and the story is more or less captivating, but I'm not sure, what's this story about, what is the author trying to say.
The story follows a writer of trashy short stories, who is travelling to south of France, because his secret job is to save movie scripts. Apparently, he is a really good writer, but his artsy books didn't sell, so he chose easily written trashy books. He meets a woman on the train, she's in her fifties and she's travelling to be reunited with the only real love of her life, a French painter. Except it's not all that nice and warm in the end.
It seems that the main motive is "what is happiness", but with the really short format of this book, it's hard to tell. If you figure it out, let me know.
The story follows a writer of trashy short stories, who is travelling to south of France, because his secret job is to save movie scripts. Apparently, he is a really good writer, but his artsy books didn't sell, so he chose easily written trashy books. He meets a woman on the train, she's in her fifties and she's travelling to be reunited with the only real love of her life, a French painter. Except it's not all that nice and warm in the end.
It seems that the main motive is "what is happiness", but with the really short format of this book, it's hard to tell. If you figure it out, let me know.
January 24, 2021
Ļoti raits stāstījums, kas neļāva no tā nogurt, bet nelikās sasteigts. Protams, bija sižeta pagriezieni, ko viegli varēju paredzēt un kas šķita jau citur lasīti un redzēti, taču tie bija balansā ar notikumiem, kas pārsteidza. Atrisinājumu noteikti negaidīju.
Man ļoti patika grāmatas atmosfēra, šaurās ieliņas, kur nevar iekļūt autovadītāji, divu svešinieku sastapšanās vilcienā, skulptūru zāle ar gaiļiem.
Varoņi bija ļoti okei - lai gan neraidīja īpašas simpātijas un empātiju, arīdzan nekaitināja.
Kaut arī kopumā grāmata bija pat diez gan laba, tomēr nedaudz žēl, ka tā "aizņēmusi" tik skaistu nosaukumu...
Man ļoti patika grāmatas atmosfēra, šaurās ieliņas, kur nevar iekļūt autovadītāji, divu svešinieku sastapšanās vilcienā, skulptūru zāle ar gaiļiem.
Varoņi bija ļoti okei - lai gan neraidīja īpašas simpātijas un empātiju, arīdzan nekaitināja.
Kaut arī kopumā grāmata bija pat diez gan laba, tomēr nedaudz žēl, ka tā "aizņēmusi" tik skaistu nosaukumu...
July 25, 2018
Přečetla jsem to na jeden dech, při čekání na zápisu.
Čekala jsem od toho něco velmi romantického, nedočkala jsem se. Docela zklamání.
Nicméně jsem v knížce nalezla pár pěkných mouder a užila jsem si po týdnu opět Azurové pobřeží.
Čekala jsem od toho něco velmi romantického, nedočkala jsem se. Docela zklamání.
Nicméně jsem v knížce nalezla pár pěkných mouder a užila jsem si po týdnu opět Azurové pobřeží.
April 14, 2021
Negaidīti, neparedzami, mazliet skarbi..
Lasīju un nevarēju saprast, kas īsti ir šis stāsts - detektīvs vai mīlas stāsts, vai kas cits.. Un tad grāmatas beigu daļā viss saliekas pa vietām, kļūst skaidrs..
Ieintriģējoši un saistoši - patika!
Lasīju un nevarēju saprast, kas īsti ir šis stāsts - detektīvs vai mīlas stāsts, vai kas cits.. Un tad grāmatas beigu daļā viss saliekas pa vietām, kļūst skaidrs..
Ieintriģējoši un saistoši - patika!
January 9, 2022
Čovjek koji je slikao bademova drvca je kratak roman koji se čita u dahu. Romantična ljubavna priča, zapravo afera, između slikara s Azurne obale i bogate Amerikanke donosi neočekivani, pomalo tragičan završetak. Roman je pisan jednostavnim jezikom, iako stilski šturo, drži pažnju čitatelja i tjera ga da pročita knjigu do kraja. Priča podsjeća na žensku lakovjernost kada je u pitanju ljubav.
March 23, 2018
Potavě napsané, víceméně oddechové čtení s předvídatelným, nicméně neotřelým příběhovým vyústěním. Od Simmela jsem čekal více.
January 10, 2020
Naslovnica me navela da se radi o nekom laganom romantičnom štivu, medjutim knjiga je puno vise od toga u najboljem smislu
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