Oscar is nine years old and inventor (at least inside his brain). His father died in 9/11. And there are so many great inventions, dialogues and thoughts in this novel:
Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore? [...] So what about a skyscraper for dead people that were built down? They could be underneath the skyscrapers for living people that are built up. [...] Sometimes I think it would be weird if there were a skysraper that moved up and down while its elevator stayed in place. So if you wanted to go to the ninety-fifth floor, you'd just press the 95 button and the ninety-fifth floor would come to you. Also, that could be extremely useful, because if you're on the ninety-fifth floor, and a plane hits below you, the building could take you to the ground, and everyone could be safe, even if you left your birdseed shirt at home that day.
Dialogue between Oscar and his father:
Oscar: "Can't you even tell me if I'm on the right track? [...] But if you don't tell me anything, how can I ever be right?"
Father: "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?"
I felt, that night, [...] incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
Mr. Black: "So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in. But it also means you have to let them go."
("Extremely loud & incredibly close" by Jonathan Safran Foer)
Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore? [...] So what about a skyscraper for dead people that were built down? They could be underneath the skyscrapers for living people that are built up. [...] Sometimes I think it would be weird if there were a skysraper that moved up and down while its elevator stayed in place. So if you wanted to go to the ninety-fifth floor, you'd just press the 95 button and the ninety-fifth floor would come to you. Also, that could be extremely useful, because if you're on the ninety-fifth floor, and a plane hits below you, the building could take you to the ground, and everyone could be safe, even if you left your birdseed shirt at home that day.
Dialogue between Oscar and his father:
Oscar: "Can't you even tell me if I'm on the right track? [...] But if you don't tell me anything, how can I ever be right?"
Father: "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?"
I felt, that night, [...] incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
Mr. Black: "So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in. But it also means you have to let them go."
("Extremely loud & incredibly close" by Jonathan Safran Foer)
1 Kommentar:
#2 und #4 gefallen mir besonders - #3... nuja, so is's halt, nicht?
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