Показ дописів із міткою читанка. Показати всі дописи
Показ дописів із міткою читанка. Показати всі дописи

середа, 4 серпня 2021 р.

meditatio

 




Both in modern Russian fiction and in modern Japanese anime (manga, dorama) the genre of “popadanci” is extremely popular – when a person, usually an average one, without special talents, or even just a loser, gets into another world, or in the past. But there is a fundamental difference. In Russian opuses, the protagonist, as a rule, immediately undertakes a task of colossal proportions, becomes an adviser to Stalin, say (or reincarnates in Stalin’s body), which leads, for example, to the USSR becoming a global empire. Everything is focused on great power, the hero tries to build a paradise (as in the Russian chauvinist vision) on earth.

Japanese works, for all their external naivety, actually demonstrate the hero’s difficult path to self-knowledge and self-improvement, healing his inner traumas, overcoming fears and finding εὐδαιμονία in a purely Aristotelian sense, as a state of happiness and peace with himself and the universe. And although in some places these heroes have questionable moral qualities and prefer to position themselves as cynics (reminiscent of Callicles from the Platonic dialogue) – in the end, faced with difficult life decisions, and they go through a certain internal transformation, rethinking themselves and their attitudes to others.

Needless to say, the Japanese way impresses me much more.

понеділок, 11 вересня 2017 р.

Berlin Station


Perhaps the best thing that has happened to a spy thriller since the first seasons of the Homeland and the Americans.

The series is good not only as a psychological game that keeps a viewer in suspense, and not only grâce à pleiad of excellent actors.

The central question of the series: how far can you go in an attempt to protect the state interests? And at what point does the pursuit of security become the source of this very danger?

This theme is consonant with the book I am currently reading: Save civil rights: freedom and safety by Gerhart Baum.

Baum is a German politician and lawyer. His tenure as a Federal Minister of the Interior coincided with the pick of activities of the infamous RAF, Rote Armee Fraktion. So he was obliged not in theory, but in practice to carry out the massive counter-terrorism campaign – and in the same time to guarde the constitutional rights of citizens, not to allow security measures to infringe civil freedom.

In the series, German workers of BfV (Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution), as well as their American counterparts, very often violate the boundary between acceptable and unacceptable (to be fair, it is sometimes very blurred). And this leads to grave and unpredictable consequences.

So I recommend this series not only as entertainment, but also as a food for reflection.  It is especially relevant in our time, when the war on terror becomes more and more extensive.

середа, 4 січня 2017 р.

First book of this year


This book broke my heart - and healed it in the same time. I cannot recall previous time when I cried during reading the fiction, but this book did it to me. It's sad, charming, and fascinating. 

I'm so grateful to my sister for this gift and I'm so glad I've read this novel in the beginning of the year to remind myself about those important things which make our life truly meaningful.

четвер, 7 квітня 2016 р.

субота, 20 лютого 2016 р.

Arrivederci, Professore

Чем чаще я перечитываю этот список, тем больше убеждаюсь, что он – результат чистой случайности и никакого послания в себе не таит. И все-таки его полуоборванные страницы сопровождали меня всю жизнь, которую мне было суждено прожить с того времени, и часто я обращался к ним за советом, как будто к оракулу, и по какому-то странному наитию меня посещает чувство, что все написанное на этих листах, все читаемое сейчас тобою, неведомый читатель, не что иное как центон, фигурное стихотворение, громадный акростих, не сообщающий и не пересказывающий ничего, кроме того, о чем говорили старые книжные обрывки, и я уже не знаю, я ли до сей поры рассказывал о них, или они рассказывали моими устами. Но какая из двух возможностей ни восторжествует, все равно, чем больше я сам себе повторяю ту повесть, которая родилась из всего этого, тем меньше я понимаю, было ли в ней какое-либо содержание, идущее дальше, чем естественная последовательность событий и связующих их времен.