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Un roman despre o epidemie, nu-i așa?Nu mai e nevoie să rezum intriga, o știe toată lumea. S-au scris sute și sute de recenzii despre „eseul” lui Saramago, publicat în 1995. A mai fost și filmul din 2008. Aș mențona faptul că José Saramago a scris romanul despre „orbire” la 72-73 de ani, exemplu uimitor de fecunditate tardivă. În treacăt fie spus, prima carte notabilă a prozatorului portughez a fost publicată de el cînd împlinise 60 de ani: Memorialul mănăstirii.M-am întrebat de ce a ales autoru...

"الأكثر رعبا من العمي .. هو أن تكون الوحيد الذي يري"وهذه رواية ربما ستُغير رؤيتك للعالم..للأبد {إِنَّ الْإِنسَانَ خُلِقَ هَلُوعاً * إِذَا مَسَّهُ الشَّرُّ جَزُوعاً * وَإِذَا مَسَّهُ الْخَيْرُ مَنُوعاً} صدق الله العظيمتذكرت بقراءتي لتلك الآية الكريمة ما حدث من بعض نوعيات البشر بتلك الرواية/الفيلم للمؤلف العبقري جوزيه سارماجو الذي للاسف تأخرت قراءتي له، وتلك القصة المقبضة السوداء بالرغم من كل اللون الأبيض الغالب في صورها والكادراتيا الله علي البشر .. يقولون أن الإنسان يظهر معدنه الأصلي وقت الشدائ...

I finished this masterpiece last week and I let it to sink in a little bit before reviewing it. The power of this book was quite overwhelming at times and I had to stop reading for a few days at a time. I do not think there are many books that disturbed me like this one. Maybe Never Let Me Go but there the message was much more subtle. Some say that the structure of the book makes it very hard to read. I suppose the voice in my head did quite a good job in reading it as I did not encounter any d...

إن كنت تستطيع أن ترى فانظرإن كنت تستطيع أن تنظر فراقب عندما كنت أكتب القصة القصيرة في وقتٍ ماكنت دائماً بغريزة داخلية لاشعورية وبتصميم لا أعلم من أين ينبع تماماًكنت أحاول أن أترك الأسماء ..السمات الدالة على المحلية والابتعاد عما قد يفصح الهوية المكانية ودوماً كنتُ أفضل أن أترك الأشخاص بلا إسم أو وطن وأبقى على إنسانيتهم فقط والتي قد تجعل الحدث ممكن وقوعه في أي مكان في العالم بعيداً عن الدين أو الجنسولذا من بداية القراءة وأنا مستمتعة بانعدام المحليّة الواضح في الروايةفهؤلاء الأشخاص قد يكونوا من ...

Just imagine that you are going about your daily life as you always do. It's a normal day; nothing out of the ordinary. But then, suddenly, without any forewarning, you go completely blind. One second seeing the world as you know it, the next experiencing a complete and unending whiteness. Then imagine you go to the trusty health professionals so they can get to the bottom of it... the doctor doesn't know what's wrong with you, but you're confident he/she will figure it out and prescribe accordi...

”The advantage enjoyed by these blind men was what might be called the illusion of light. In fact, it made no difference to them whether it was day or night, the first light of dawn or the evening twilight, the silent hours of early morning or the bustling din of noon, these blind people were for ever surrounded by a resplendent whiteness, like the sun shining through mist. For the latter, blindness did not mean being plunged into banal darkness, but living inside a luminous halo.” We have al...

This book left me speechless (which is a rare occurrence). Please enjoy the pictures to illustrate the plot while I recover my gift of rambling. An unexplained plague of "white blindness" sweeps the unnamed country. Initial attempts to hastily quarantine the blind in an abandoned mental hospital fail to contain the spread. What they succeed at is immediately creating the easy "us versus them" divide between the helpless newly blind and the terrified seeing. Before we know, we are immersed in...

Not at all disturbing, not at all compelling and not at all interesting, Jose Saramago's Blindness only succeeds in frustrating readers who take a moment to let their imagination beyond the page. Yes, Saramago's story is a clever idea, and, yes, he creates an intentional allegory to force us to think about the nature of humanity, but his ideas are clearly those of a privileged white male in a privileged European nation. Not only do his portrayals of women and their men fall short of the mark, bu...

When you sit in a coffee shop at the corner of two busy streets and read a book about blindness, you find yourself thinking unfamiliar thoughts, and you believe, when you raise your head to watch the people passing, that you see things differently. You notice the soft yellow light of the shop reflecting off the bronze of the hardwood floors. You notice among the people coming from the train two girls who intersect that line, spilt, call back, and go their ways, dividing into the two directions o...