Do not play with cards. I saw people beautify books, but I saw people full figure titles buffered inappropriate, people inflated too own readings, people who can not talk just because they read too much or too silly.
Books are not automatically good, do not automatically bad. I
like to see them as tattoos and scars on the body of sailors, each with
her story - some worn with pride, others hidden in shame. Here scars and tattoos of a geek.
Selma Lagerlöf, Nils Holgersson's wonderful journey through Sweden. I
have ambitions of psychoanalyst sure tell you little voyeuristic
impulse Nils would stimulate small, from about 8 years since I started
with hard to read (some stories were first that I do not remember, but I
like bored). What I can say is that there are certainly enough goblins today. E deficiency than "tares" in the world of Harry Potter.
In about 5-6 years, I had to move to a slightly different elf Swift: Gulliver's Travels in the second part of the journey. First, it is too big for Lilliputians, leaves me cold.
Russian books of adventure. I was mad with them. Inflation was: wherever you looked you saw an affair with uresesişti pioneers. They were poorly written, had their charm. It's
probably not the reason I liked Cireşarii - I had read too many books
directly from the source, I did not need weak local adaptations. Ten years writing numbers encoded in a kind of diary just like cărţuliile Russian adventure.
Jules Verne - normally only national political publication was privileged French, cardboard and illustrated editions. Exaltation of spirit bold and scientific theory was part of the aspirations of the communist world I was born. Verne's books I liked very much, so I like science and technology magazines. About the only good things that I remember from that time.
Rahan. The character is now sold at stalls. Heavy traffic of nostalgia (applies to Jules Verne) scârbeşte about me. But when magazines were beautiful, with patina, ragged and harassed by hundreds of school. And came to me. And then we gave away.
Rebreanu and Eminescu, erotic passages. At
11-12 years, just before the revolution, I became bookish-erotic
clieşul time: those pages that gave them classic creeps pubertal and
prepubertal country. The leading news and at the lower normal. I find it funny that the rape of the uprising and John, were balanced, in my case, by another rape, slightly less popular. One of Eminescu's posthumous prose, the words in a strange androgynous Cezara Caesar-type virgin seduced violent.
H.G. Wells and Isaac Asimov. Avid reading on where I could find: school library, various anthologies of short stories that appeared before the revolution. There
are two writers who made me almost religious respect to the popularity
of literature, read a book that many not necessarily bad, in fact can be
beautiful, profound. (I had to go a little later by anti-pop exclusive mystique, but I recovered pretty quickly, I say).
Immediately after 1990, my generation was flooded with Eliade, Cioran, Tutea and the like. Do not have a choice, take a fall from all over the mystics, interwar more or less dubious thinkers, essayists, priests. I read that I started in this fashion between 14 and 16. I do not have anything interesting left to tell. From Eliade liked Sânziene Night. For Cioran, admiration and treaty exercises decomposition.
books that hit me as a teenager - with a force equal to Nirvana's
Nevermind or Ten of the Pearl's Jam - were Camus (Stranger, The Plague,
The Myth of Sisyphus, the first man), Malraux and teoristul of Chinese human condition, Celine (Journey to the end of the night), Thomas Mann (Magic Mountain), Iris Murdoch. And
many others who had shared something that I would call it "mystical
literature" - that is to completely disregard any book that is not
"serious" condition normal and quite painful adolescence since I learned
very late to I enjoy the delights of a Stephen King. And a detective story I never learned to enjoy. Maybe it's better. My theory is that many books are written incredibly good - so you have to road cuts up among genera, species. Pessimists prefer to leave maldărele hypnotized by bad books. I never understood before.
Period 18-25 years. November fascination: Martin Amis, Bellow, Saramago, Paul Auster, Ishiguro, Julian Barnes. In other words, a taste for literature essays, literature in which the lumber ideas, life, lies, truths, style and guts. Boys with attitude. (I realize how little the author are on my list Selma Lagerlöf short though practically ruined my life first reader). Do not bore you with theorists and philosophers. There are many and good, but some things are so intimate that it seems indecent to mention them in lists.
Finally, 25 - 33 years (ie until now). I
put on the list Franzen (Corrections), Eugenides (Middlesex),
Houellebecq (which I serious ideological disagreements, but I like
because it's popular in the good sense of the word and extremely agile,
reckless, aggressive in writing), Jonathan Coe (I
respect the most), Margaret Atwood, Orson Scott Card, Philip K. Dick (I
know, discovered later, like many other science fiction writers and
thriller), Maurice Dantec (punk-paranoid with Tripura cute). During this I discovered a taste for historical and economic writings - I prefer to skip lists and this time.
I put the list Romanian writers, not because I would not have
favorites, but because I failed to truly twist minds, we avoid the
extra-literary that profound influence on my artistic consumption always
came from the literature ,
we have chosen especially mainstream writers, recognized, loved
everywhere, because I do not like to exhibit them on my dear obscurii
(Those are just mine), and, very importantly, I'm sure I forgot half of those whom I adored - fatality sentimental history, what to do.