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Stort anlagt og sofistikeret roman om rigdom, magt og ægteskab. Den er fortalt i fire dele og leger med narrativer, og hvad der er illusion og virkelighed. For læsere af litteratur i verdensklasse.
allthegoodbooks: One of the themes of The Lacuna is about truth and who is telling it. This is the same in Trust. Both use different genre to do this and both leave the answer open as to how and who you should trust.
I read an amazing story recently. Initially, I was unsure about the story's direction, but the beautiful prose convinced me to continue reading. One sentence that particularly stood out to me was "And for a moment, there was no struggle and all was at rest, because time seemed to have arrived at its destination." It created a vivid and powerful image in my mind. The author uses captivating language throughout the novel, such as "It was my first time reading something that existed in a vague space between the intellectual and the emotional." The words and word pictures were so engrossing that I lost track of time while reading. I am definitely interested in reading more works by this author. ( )
Every once in a while a book comes along that makes you think differently about how a book can change one's perspective about writing. Trust is one such book. The premise is brilliant. The execution is brilliant. The story is brilliant. The characters are so alive and vivid, I actually thought that this was NOT a novel. That's how great this book is. ( )
This book is interesting in that it is four books in one, none of which have a necessarily reliable narrator. I thought that it was a neat idea, but it always seemed to be missing something. It was like some of the characters weren't quite human or something. That is the best way that I can describe it. ( )
Boiling the plot down to the simplest terms, this is the story of a fabulously successful New York financier, Andrew Bevel, at the turn of the century: his ancestors, his childhood and extraordinary marriage, his rising prestige and wealth, his role in exploiting (manipulating?) the roiling financial markets of the 1920s, his eccentricities, his legacy. Along the way, Diaz explores the relationship between capitalism, civic responsibility, and self-interest (echoes of Gordon Gekko's "greed is good"); the complicated forms of co-dependence that bind parents and children, husbands and wives; and - most of all - the many ways that wealth and power can be used to distort truth.
But this summary scarcely does justice to the deceptively twisty tale that is reworked - by the time the book is over - three times over. The first section, "Bonds," recounts the tale from the perspective of a novelist who has transformed the outlines of Bevel's life into a critically acclaimed novelization. The second section, "My Life," is composed of excerpts from Bevel's never-completed autobiography. The third section "A Memoir, Remembered," is recounted by Bevel's ghostwriter - it's in this section that you begin to appreciate the web that Diaz has been subtly weaving. Then in the fourth/last section, "Futures" - composed of excerpts from the diary of the Bevel's extraordinary wife - Diaz pulls the rug out entirely, challenging readers to reassess all the simple/easy/convenient assumptions they've spent the prior 300 pages forming.
Diaz is a gloriously gifted storyteller. His characters are deeply complex and original, his prose eloquent and smart, his insights into human nature grippingly authentic. This is one of the most original works I've read in a long time. "Trust" me - you won't regret the time you spend on this engrossing, inventive, highly human tale of pride, perspective, and power. ( )
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To Anne, Elsa, Marina, and Ana
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Because he had enjoyed almost every advantage since birth, one of the few privileges denied to Benjamin Rask was that of a heroic rise: his was not a story of an unbreakable will forging a golden destiny for itself out of little more than dross.
Citater
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Those who accused him of being excessively frugal failed to understand that, in truth, he had no appetites to repress.
most men smoked so that they could talk to other men.
the ideal conditions for business were never given. One had to create them.
self-interest, if properly directed, need not be divorced from the common good
These two principles (we make our own weather; personal gain ought to be a public asset) I have always striven to follow.
No enterprise can fully succeed without a true understanding of human behavior.
After staring at the facade for a while, I realize it is not the building I am looking at but my memories that, like tracing paper, cover it.
I had never coveted any of his luxuries. They had intimidated and angered me, yes, but above all they had always made me feel unwelcome and alien. As if I were a displaced earthling, alone in a different world—a more expensive one that also thought itself better.
He took two or three shallow spoonfuls. Having soup made him look old and weak.
"There's nothing heroic about defending other people's interests just because they happen to coincide with yours. Cooperation, when its objective is personal gain, should never be confused with solidarity."
Later, over the years, both at work and in my personal life, I have had countless men repeat my ideas back to me as if they were theirs—as if I would not remember having come up with those thoughts in the first place.
It's not that I'm tired of him. I'm tired of the person I become around him.
We fell into our roles. Where there's a ventriloquist, there's a dummy.
God is the most uninteresting answer to the most interesting questions.
Short selling is folding back time. The past making itself present in the future. Like a retrograde or a palindrome. D F# E A / A E F# D. A song played in reverse.
The orchestra played the kind of music where you know what's coming next, where you can listen ahead.
Feel I've been here for decades. Has time slowed down or sped up?
The terrifying freedom of knowing that nothing, from now on, will become a memory
It took me a while to realize the hum was inside my head Is a waveless noise still a sound?
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In and out of sleep. Like a needle coming out from under a black cloth and then vanishing again. Unthreaded.
Stort anlagt og sofistikeret roman om rigdom, magt og ægteskab. Den er fortalt i fire dele og leger med narrativer, og hvad der er illusion og virkelighed. For læsere af litteratur i verdensklasse.
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