Friday, February 27, 2009

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Peter Pan and former pegeery

confess with shame: Polish prose of the last fifteen years, I have no clue. As a fan fiction I read from cover to cover Sapkowski and Dukaj fascinates me, I play with usually well-read Grzędowicza. This name, which of my worthwhile pierced ears may be that part of the PT. Readers who does not likes this type of prose. All three I know personally. For Lania Sapka after I started doing double murder, the author of "Ice" przegadałem used up half the night (a fascinating discussion that took place in hotel workers), and Jeremiah, he advised me once on the best military boots on the market.
Just in my environment that's not an unusual intimacy. The authors of fiction in the majority come from readers of this literature and experts throughout the Convention in culture, because the fandom conventions, which are important as the length and breadth of Poland several times a month, collect, and after two thousand participants, then a few days we have the opportunity to stay with their idols. Curiosity, or crime, for example, readers are able to organize and collect in a thousand people on the weekend to hold meetings with authors, lectures and competitions, often run by people with scientific titles. Or play your favorite murder. All this is interspersed with evening-night discussions in pogdrupach, where, for example, Joanna Chmielewska invites you to his room at the hotel, and a cash prize recognized magazine launches its readers a few packs of beer ...

Heh, I let your imagination run wild (or maybe not?), But here I write about the latest book, Raphael A. Ziemkiewicz. Author of "Żywiny" also know personally. Contrary to appearances, in his stiff telewizorni Ziemkiewicz (version 1) or contemptuous indifference-(version 2) fortunately has little to Ziemkiewicz relaxed, which is among his own. It reminds me of how we used a pair of my friends, somehow not recognizing the center seating position in the hallway after the holiday season, an individual dressed in black with a guitar novice the stars of the Polish journalism, came to him to borrow a guitar from him. Raphael responded rather suspiciously at the request of B, inquisitive arriving or going to play the guitar. No, whore - K. replied to this - it will pizgać the wall. The answer is unsatisfactory, the next commentator, "the Republic", since we gave the guitar and soon joined our team, by all means the operator of the vocal works of Kazimierz Staszewski (and his father, too).

But again've come to the right elderly digressions. And I just wanted to write that while the names Chwin, Tokarczuk, Masłowska, Shutego know that they are known, in the case of "Żywiny" I reached for reading among other things, because I knew and make Ziemkiewicz SF (partly - not good, paaanie, very bad), and journalistic publications (like "Michnikowszczyznę" and "Time screaming old people"). Ziemkiewicz: Also under the influence of changed my mind and now I find that reading contemporary Polish prose can be, and pleasant, and useful. Pleasant, though frankly I do not think "Żywiny" for making outstanding, and useful, because I realized that it helps you understand yourself, here and now, in Poland the XXI century.

In fact, in reading "Żywiny" prevent the same reading. No trace of the literary pleasures into the novel is completely transparent, content is passed, but does not leave the synapses sentences, which zaryły in memory, or such combination of words that cause after reading light exhilaration. Maybe another note, the main character, a journalist who writes an outline of reportage, slowly expanding into a book, there is great literature, only in writing Radek can squeeze out of myself more than a round, unconsciously remembered from television cliches. And so it is narrated by a little. Nor do they know how to communicate their stories in order, or tell nicely. Oh, the level of soap opera. Except that it is done on purpose.


claim "non-literary language" is even stupider. To put it in general, you must have an idea of \u200b\u200bhow this literature teacher from the "Advancement" Redlińskiego, who put two kids who wrote that "the sun was shining," and Fridays the "sun was bright over the world like a golden velvet dukacik on blue sky" or something like that ...
p Ziemkiewicz iekli to the blog. Do ladies really think the reviewers that I would not know if I wanted to write "Kuczokiem" or "Masłowska" that my sentences are short and concise, because I shall be rich vocabulary to write "nice" rhetorical periods okrąglutkimi pseudogombrowiczowsko broken or "phrase"? umiałby Maybe, maybe not want to answer sarcastically. I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe great author himself polemizujących with unfavorable reviews. Even if objectively speaking they are right and just is Ziemkiewicz.

possible that could have been different - nicer - trzydziestokilkulatka tell a story, a resident of the capital, comfortably furnished a full-time in the Gazeta You ..."; back in the national daily newspaper of the left-liberal inclination. But he knows no other language than exquisite phrases appear in his newspaper, Rapid-acting Polish intolerance and backwardness, horribly polluted foreign syntax and phrases from advertising, and finally the paper dialogues soap operas such as "M Majewski show at the parsonage on the Common replacement inhabited by the clan."

indeed a pity to talk, because Radek belongs to the "generation obciachu.

embarrassing is the most important contemporary cultural category. Replaced the old-fashioned concept of shame. Shame is a sense of guilt for violation of the legitimate standards. But when the standard itself becomes suspect, in place of shame appears embarrassing says in a column Bronislaw Wildstein, and it can itself be considered for right-wing buca, but this particular statement is not difficult agree. The main character "Żywiny" do not wonder whether good or bad conduct, but draws attention to what they say about him or his friends think circles. That's right: friends, because even in relationships Radek can not bring myself to be honest, to open oneself to love, really. His women are just as calculating and cold, as he is. What counts is class and elegance both in the meetings, as well as separation. Public displays of affection is seen as a mile, as in Japan. Chance wants, our reporter goes on to a Masovian province, to collect materials about the tragic death of an ambitious policy of self-defense. And there he meets up with his voters, and convince yourself how deep is the feeling of rejection. When our hero went to foreign scholarships, they lost their jobs in liquidated pegeerach. He relishes a good whiskey, they enjoy that in their village and opened the discount liquor become less about fifty cents. Here Warszawka, receptions, hype, and in general the Union, sir, the Union, and there's dirt, rage, laziness and exclusion. Abound in the eyes of a polactwo Radek, shouting angrily that it was better under communism, sent messengers to the capital just steal it, then spurned Union, and all that's to be. What will be, that actually they do not know. I guess the money without a job. Order, as before, could amount to something from the plant, because why prywaciarz is to be better. And perhaps most important: to have someone understand, nodded, agreed with. That is why Mr Żywina enjoys a cult Byków and after death - because he was

his

, here, and certainly in need swojaków would not have left. socialist mentality? At first glance - yes. Orphans crying after Communism, after systems simple and clear: whether you stand or to lie, five thousand to be, a hand hand washes the other. I kombinatorstwo eternal, how can you set up, under whom the hook, how to screw biznesik left, but as it turns out, it just commune survived in good health. First secretary, although there is, but it is the mayor, which although no longer in the back of the Provincial Committee, but in the AWS / Self Defence / PSL / SLD (delete as appropriate) must be, otherwise it wysiudają. Can not be done legally and fairly interest, not letting him someone from the systems in the municipality, county, among local police officers, businessmen and ordinary thugs, he will destroy. Oh, lost a piece of paper at the office, come treasury control, or unknown perpetrators, and kindle a fire just when the end will be insured.

main character learns so that small-town, county Poland, and the more about it with my own eyes, he learns, the more it understands. She rejects him, but also awakens in him compassion for those people who live in a different, poorer reality, which seems to rise only possible for crooks

not wyjebania

, as defined by Żywinę old friends from his cell. Write about it, even not too much you can, because what it is about the coverage, who are interested. while not reaching the Radka that his reality is not so again undefiled. I do not want to be a journalist throughout his life, only planning to screw in the international community of professional repairers of the world who still teach the Turks, and grow into a genuine European democracy, will train tomorrow Ruminów in business, and next week I will fly to India to fight drought . Radek attracted such a life at the expense of the United Nations, UNESCO or someone else, living the most expensive hotels, eating in fine restaurants, traveling around the world, and not in the least prevent him from knowing that it's only a pic of the water utility of such aid

none. In order to achieve their goals, establish new friendships, gives opinions coincide with przedmówcami and generally makes up wherever you can. Can be reached to him, that really is only a less vulgar version of the screw pociotka time in the fictional county hospital? I sincerely doubt it. And here ends with optimism. If only one could hope that in time will die, all those who are mentally stuck in a commune, and with them lost kombinatorstwo, pettiness, cutting off the head to anyone who will issue it above mediocrity, but Radek example shows that it is not. That selflessness and concern for the common good is and will be an aberration, at best, ridiculed, at worst actively suppressed, as it is we, the Poles, one and always the same people, for whom the time to do something good you can, but with whom - ever. The idea and theme, which does not leave Ziemkiewicz-writer, even Ziemkiewicz-publicist devoted to it a few angry books.

why reading "Żywiny" led me to thinking. Spiritual transformation of the protagonist, the ending as using cepa, is exactly what the "Żywinie" does not convince me at all. One can assume that Ziemkiewicz wanted to write a novel about male immaturity, about a guy suffering from Peter Pan syndrome. But what does "immaturity"? This concept implies the existence of something like maturity, which can be reached. However, in an internal change in Radek not believe for a moment. Ziemkiewicz piles on the strength of the psychological improbability, and works as a club at the end, is artificial and unreliable. Radkopodobni longer they are, and just did not want me to believe in their liberation from the constraints of convenience (and mental), how much I hope that's me in such a brick does not change.

not help that, after reading the book, such as last novel Ziemkiewicz trying to embed himself somewhere in the literature of reality created by the author. And damn I can not fit in with all of its paranojami, faults, failures and feelings, because I absolutely can honestly say that I prefer my life, whatever it was, than plastic and bear tags expensive brands duration of the main character Żywiny. And that's why I wrote that I regret missing their readership. I would like to confront novel Ziemkiewicz with other ways in which we see here and now

Polish authors, as they write, which, it is worth checking out how I will go to their prose. If you succeed, you'll write about it.


Rafal A. Ziemkiewicz

Żywina.

ed. World Books, 2008.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

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Likewise, only worse


finally finished "The agents of the country." And, unfortunately, disappointed.

once wrote in his review that there are authors who write all the time one and the same book. There is nothing surprising in this, the same passions, obsessions and fears can be installed in a man quite firmly. I do not give a cut head, but it seems to me that this was the occasion of the novel "All Tomorrow" Gibson, which is discussed for NF. If I remember correctly, I wrote there also that copying his own works of eminent allows you to create a good book.

Actually I could write the same thing and now, with the proviso that "In a country agents" is a novel at best average. It is a pity that after the excellent "The diagnosis pattern" Gibson decided to write the same book again, but worse. We

in "Spook Country" exact carbon copy previously told the story. The main character, or freelance (journalist who once was a rock singer rather than specialist in advertising, but what's the difference) he is studying a new kind of art (virtual installations, and not ultrakrótkrótkometrażowe, dreamlike films, which is irrelevant to the shares) and thus falls to the various agencies who are interested in their secrets for their own ends (the remaining advertising agencies, the author has made for this world of former intelligence agents). Lots of high-techu, be sure the brand manufacturers, decadent artists from Europe and nylon jackets. It's just that "agents in the country," little of this show.

"pattern recognition" moved me, because it is authentic in its search for authenticity. Cayce Pollard tries to find out meanings hidden in emefach, discusses their interpretation, and finally throws in the search for their creator, because they are created, not by design. Exclude the authenticity of the product, says Gibson, and this opposition is the key to understanding the guiding thought "Pattern recognition". Cayce and her friends are emotionally emefami, build a plant from the old ZX-Spectrum or spin documentary films in post-Soviet wilderness, because there is nothing more real than respectable passion. Beyond it is only the design, manufacture and consume products.

The second thing that Gibson's previous book I read at the appropriate moment, because it is a generational novel - about trzydziestolatkach the thirties. Heroes' diagnoses pattern "although somehow managed to arrange in life, they have jobs, careers, but rarely arranged personal matters. It does not matter that the action starts in the U.S., the author managed to portray the universal way of how they can feel the people who had already achieved their plans, but not dreams.

"pattern recognition" eludes beyond lifestyle and sensational story, because what this book important and relevant, comes from beyond the banal story, which she apparently says. It is a pity that the "Spook Country" does not defend in the same way.

Although I read in reviews that Gibson moves about life in America after the attacks of September 11, suspension of rights, surveillance of citizens and related phobias. The title was supposed to cast a climate of fear of being spied, podsłuchiwanym, suspicious Preview to the secret services. If so, critics have read another book. Indeed, the axis action is a conspiracy and kontrspisek, watching watch, the art of conspiracy and misinformation, but I do not really political connotations, as portrayed by the publisher on the back cover. Who wants to see how insane the way this paranoia can leave, let them see the 'interview' with Gene Hackman, filmed in the 70's, shortly after the Watergate scandal.

My impression is that Gibson was going to write again about searching for your place in life. This time the main character the author has made the former rock star who tries to find after the collapse of its popular band. Unfortunately, the author was not able to pull the thread Hollis Henry enough to stir me.

Much more interesting are the passages in which there is Milgrim, addicted to psychotropic polyglot, kidnapped by an unknown organization for its own obscure purposes. But "Spook Country" really saves teenage Tito and his numerous family of Cuban immigrants, inexplicably linked to the DGI and the KGB. Elusive mafia, who lived in the United States under the surface of events, confessing the Cuban variant of voodoo and trained from childhood by the Russians in the art of forgery espionage, smuggling and conspiracy. When Tito goes into action, it opens the door Papa Legba, and directs his arms Ogoun, who has read the trilogy of the String, do not be surprised Gibson's fascination with all the loa. Wplecenie this thread in "Spook Country" simply breathtaking, if I had the misfortune to be a writer, zjadłbym keyboard with envy. What else

. Just as with the previous Gibson to finish "The agents of the country" needed several attempts to read. "Pattern recognition" at some point, however, absorbed me completely, and "Spook Country" from the little I read. Well, let's say that the 50 pages before the end I wanted to see how it ends and what is the intrigue, but the difference is. To make it more fun, read the latest novel by Gibson strongly advised me once her translator. Robert Schmidt gave the "Spook Country" as an example of sloppily written a book about nothing (in the rematch I'll show him the way, how messy it translated.) So far, however, I did not go.

not stop to read the Gibson, it is clear. Not really, I agree with Mark Oramus who once wrote about "Neuromancerze" as a book, which defined the cyberpunk and exhausted at the same time. Significantly, however, that in his later books loner from Vancouver (who once asserted that there is no internet at home), moving away from the fantastic sztafażu, just compare the first and the second trilogy. In "The diagnosis pattern" as an element of fiction from poverty can be regarded as an unusual ability (or disability because she has two pages) Cayce Pollard, in "Spook Country" and ran it. I like it, however, that since "Idoru" (mid-second volume of the trilogy), author of "Lights virtual, "he began to devote more attention to this, how instant access to information, with all its advantages and disadvantages, it will change our lives.

This paradox: when in 1984, Gibson issued a "Neuromancer", raczkowały PCs, Macintosh was being born, and Windows (as a wrapper for MS-DOS) has just been written. The personal computer for the average Smith (Smith I do not ...) - as an ordinary household appliances - still stuck in the marketing area of \u200b\u200bmarket uncertainty. It was not known whether the stop in the toy or gadget, or whether it ever necessary not only to work, but as entertainment, communication with the world, and what else. And at this point there is a guest, fanciful about virtual reality. In some ways, Gibson co-wrote so our IT world, not in the way that he has designed or invented something, but because I read his book sorts of enthusiasts who have worked and over pecetami, and the poppy seeds, and improving the net ...

I was eight years old, and a computer course, yet I did not. It took twenty-five years, as a man wealthy and lazy, reflect on the third purchase of a computer - netbook, this time - because I do not want to tear every day to work barely 3.5 pound Toshiba. But VR in general use as there is, so no. In sum, the glory of Gibson for the fact that at some point began to occupy less spectacular descriptions of flashing red triangles that symbolize had a virus, but more the way in which future society will work computer, with all its blessings and hazards. So I think - and I can only hope - that Gibson did not tell us the last word.


Willaim Gibson's Spook Country

. Agents in the country.

crowd. Robert J. Schmidt. Ed. Książnica 2008.

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Gibson Reloaded

Somewhere along the way to read "standard diagnoses," I wanted to just throw the book against the wall. Perhaps my only a sophisticated respect for the written word had saved Gibson's role before the projectile; say that this was the apogee of my efforts to niezapoznania the latest novel from Vancouver loner.

At the moment I knew that the "pattern recognition" had enough well. About the book I heard long before they appeared in Poland, although, of course, immediately after its release overseas. Warm-hearted friend of mine working in the Profit and S-which once informed me excitedly that the publisher bought the rights and Gibson is already in the translation. Come on my friend that advertised the "pattern recognition" as a literary event in the United, citing the opinions already, "Washington Post, now the New Yorker. This required even with great effort on his part, was to me to be a lover of Gibson's prose (which is true), although pre- zastrzegał that thing is different from novels and short stories published previously in Poland.

Next, taking me by the expert work of the author of "Neuromancer" (as indeed it is true), Daras asked me to write reviews, and even provided for this purpose so-called brushes, which is printed after the correction, and deposited the other editors. That up I had to write a review for "New Fantasy" and brushes, those were supposed to guarantee that it will not appear like the proverbial mustard after dinner, half a year after the book. On my objection that of this already pisemkiem not cooperate and did not even know who's responsible for journalism now, my companion unfazed promised that powers publishing stand behind me and he will gain as a representative of the wishes that the work is devoted to me for review. So then I started to read.

I was doing but sluggishly. I managed to decipher, moreover, without undue excitement, so somewhere up to 30 pages when the pitiable as a result of the incident, the brush burned. Case reviews thus abated because the second brush my friend obviously did not have. I remember though through the fog that occasion there any celebration in a row that I am alive, but was probably the paragraphs of my noble companion proposal that would send me a file with "pattern recognition" by mail, but this proved to be impossible for the simple reason that regrettable incident has claimed also my computer. Meanwhile, the novel finally appeared in bookstores, but somehow I did not have a great desire to acquire it, the more that I was forced (still am) to complete 90% of my library. However, Mark did not give up, and guided by a mysterious imperative Gibson's just me under some pretext presented.

Subsequent efforts to Wading through the subject of this story were unsuccessful this time, perhaps on page 40 I was ready, as I mentioned, simply throw the book against the wall, but I restrained himself, on reflection, I conclude, however, that more odwiodło me feel guilty - something like a gift, offered to be of pure heart, not quite. I would not otherwise approach the level of my friends, taking place in the event of a match ktoryms volume there, "Harry Potter. " To this day, moreover, such a one poganiaczowi lemurs occur Reply Reply to hum to the tune of chants: Come Potter! Ostrowski, come on Harry Potter! Daaawaj Potteeeeeraaa! But I did not total it. Bravely relying so hearing from the "pattern recognition" I gave him his fiancée, not excluding, moreover, that in an undefined future of the book lend themselves to at least a cursory look at contents. However this opportunity is being taken up scenario, I think, quite clearly decreased when the bride suddenly became ex-fiancee.

novel became the owner of the third and last time ever, when oddawszy profit of some services (it seems that I then corrected translation of Mr. Łozińskim) was authorized to download for no pay in the books. Therefore ordered a variety of positions, then it was revealed that one of them already have. What could I do. Karma, fate, destiny, call it what you like. I took this unfortunate "Pattern recognition". Do I have to explain that reading further I went on DECEMBER?

In his explanation, however, I must state that the new Gibson is not easy reading. Irritated by frequent meticulous descriptions of how characters are dressed. The author consistently and stubbornly worthy of a better cause wades into details about the cut and fabrics, the designers poured names and lists the names of more or less sophisticated boutiques. If a novel is just smoke and drink, of course, once we know the brand of cigarettes, alcohol and other soft drinks. Similarly with all kinds of gadgets. If character uses a computer, it turns out to be just the Mac (specifically the Cube, if someone asks), fall in the novel brand coffee machines, lighters, and so on. The same, of course, applies to all types of accommodations, cafes, restaurants, everything is described, with details of the menu and decor, perhaps only the lack of mailing addresses and phone numbers. A full fledged product placement, a guide to trends and fashions for the post-yuppie. But fortunately this is not about this book.

action with a rather badly. The main character, Cayce Pollard, preferably not wyłaziłaby from the net. Half of the material consists of dialogues exchanged e-mails. Cayce kind of business travels to London to resolve the problem like a professional, but all the free time is spent tracking posts on your favorite forum. Encountered few people really mean to her because they never enter into them in such an intimate relationship, as with friends userami. It is with them can talk frankly and openly, they are real for her, although only two-dimensional friends. So an action can not be, replace it by e-mails and alerts. The book, consisting of digital communications: what a discovery! What formal innovation! Loneliness network, dependent on netu, delete? Fortunately, this is not about this book.

even worse when it comes to the subject of fascination Cayce, her best friend WParkęUbranego forum, we have Anarchy and others. FETISH: EMEFY: FORUM is a place where they meet with experts and enthusiasts emefów, short video clips are playing in the net by an anonymous author. Segments sometimes look at individual studies, sometimes on parts of a larger whole, but they never give a clear indication of the location and time of its inception. Sometimes emefy come down even to one long shot, one camera on the face of the invasion, one gesture, one form. But on the F: E: F clash with the ferocity of hundreds of supporters of interpretation, and proponents of alternative glosatorzy assembly. School kompletystów school fights arguments progressives relying on the French philosophers. The problem is that the author of the novel easy to hail emefy masterpiece, more difficult to convince the reader of the uniqueness of the text. Gibson goes it niesporo, as if he had to prove that the protagonist of his novel is, for example, a mathematical genius. So we learn little about emefach, as they look to make an impression on the audience, and finally - even - as it makes them, but the reader dismisses these efforts shrug. Well, it's probably some emefy ultrakrótkometrażówki art, I expect that such networks can be found plenty (who is willing, let them check.) Fortunately, not the amateur film is this book.

but I can not write that "pattern recognition" is not like Gibson's previous novels, is just the opposite. Certain themes, obsessions, desires, the authors firmly rooted, then crawl out for any occasion. The author of "Neuromancer" is no exception. You can even venture to say that since 1984, Gibson re-writes the same novel, gradually stripping it of further elements sztafażu fantastic. The scenario for "Johnny Mnemonic" I will not mention on purpose, because a fairly direct translation of the novel into the language of the image is not a success, but Gibson's stories - collected from us in volume, nomen omen, "Johnny Mnemonic" - they look almost without exception sketches for novels, exercises certain scenes and characters, which in fact often Gibson sometimes used. However, two complete cycles so far Gibson's novels clearly reveal that the author of this moves in the same range of interests, than changing their focus to a particular novel. Trilogy of String, remember, take the high SI, which are also present in the trilogy, the second, less enclosed fantastic repairs, which did not mean that much worse. The second trilogy operated on the functioning (or rather, disorganization) of the information society. Her second and third parts, "Idoru" and "All Tomorrow" in turn, lead us straight to "The diagnosis pattern." CayceP has the ability, which reproduces the idea of \u200b\u200bappearing for the first time in "Idoru." Cayce is able to say from one perspective to assess whether the logo or mark of reference market success. The title "pattern recognition" is thus the ability to read pozaświadomego the impact of the mark; Cayce Indeed, this can all too well, because some of the logos, hit it with a force hammer. Our heroine is therefore sometimes problems with the transition through an ordinary shopping mall. In "Idoru" and "All jutrach" We had this capacity raised to the nth degree, and the heroes were able to pick up her endowed with the universe of information seemingly unrelated facts and predict on the basis of changing global trends in their chosen field. Thus, further reduction of the fantastic element, this time (almost) to zero. "Pattern recognition" means a temporary retreat, the novel is set in contemporary London, Tokyo and Moscow. And so, Gibson completed his retreat from science fiction.

Despite, however, that we are dealing with a contemporary novel, is not subject to doubt, however, that we are dealing with the author of "Graf Zero." Gibson's heroes of old are free agents, not too much-performing the routine work in a team. Once again, the author offers us a description of all possible pieces of clothing, interior decoration and a variety of gadgets, if they paid him for it. Staying with the clothes, it's nice to note that Gibson is a nylon fetishist, in each novel, the author of "Neuromancer," sooner or later there is a hero or heroine often dressed up in a nylon jacket. More important, moreover, that as in the past at least Gibson's four novels, we find an in-depth analysis of the functioning of the information society, what his first, strictly cyberpunkowymi books the author to some extent helped to shape.

And this way leads the way to understand what is this book, and the recognition - his admiration for the author. Gibson has just crossed the border very difficult to achieve by writers of science fiction and fantasy literature, beyond which no longer have to share the popular and high - it's just good.

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Diagnosis pattern "is a story of longing for authenticity, so hard to find in the modern world. The key to Gibson's latest novel leads is through the rejection of all that, what it apparently says. Faced with the plethora of objects that surround us take the desire to commune with something - anything - real, authentic. Exclude the authenticity of the product, seems to say Gibson's mouth heroine, every day, in fact, moving as carefully designed as the new logo, which represents the advertising company for approval. Emefy are created, not designed, and this really is their strength. Damien, a friend of Cayce, turns documentary films in post-Soviet wilderness. Another hero, Wojtek, has painstakingly created art with stareńkich bought the ZX-81 Spectrum, in his spare time helping a friend sell to collectors of archaic mechanical calculators. Nothing is more authentic than an obsession or phobia. Emefy one of its objects, in fact as good as everyone else. For Cayce segments implement the second stage of the opposition between imaginary - created. The heroine of "Reconnaissance model" is able to recognize the power, sometimes too brutal, inherent in a number of seemingly careless strokes brush, but it is not authentic. This May emefy and this is the motivation for so many people around the world, but the curse of the segments. It is here that there is another distinguishing feature unique works of unknown artists are marketing and advertising machine seeks to discover the secret of their power and manipulate it - in their cells. At some point, Cayce realizes that her desire to know the anonymous artist is being used and just started to work for someone who wants to take emefy for personal gain. Although it does not give up attempts to reach out to their creator. Perfect is the scene where Cayce WParkęUbranemu confesses the truth, which, of course, well it understands and supports. They know only from the network, in real life never met, ba, Cayce at some time feel uncomfortable when you must ask WParkęUbranego's name. But they share the only authentic thing in their lives: emefów obsession. Beyond it is only the design, manufacture and consumption of products, so Cayce trying to find in this world as it can: avoid some shopping arcades, strips of clothing labels and goes to Pilates.

And here we come to the problem of finding own identity in a department store. In the early 90s the last century, a philosopher of liberal society likened to a department store concept. We have a twenty-first century, and we only stayed a department store. Ideas gone with age XX. Triumphantly announced the end of history, what the majority has adopted with a certain relief, because I do not have to have the views of it, since they are all bland. What we have left after the death of God, high ideals, honor, unselfish emotions, in crowded cities, the acid rain, but the ladies and the lords of commercials, announcing cakes, puddings and lubricants as the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven? - once rhetorically asked Lem. So is the choice between Pepsi and Coca-Cola, Adidas and Nike, and may sometimes decide where to go on vacation. It's a sad truth that also applies to the characters' Reconnaissance model ": they have no place to escape the Braun coffee makers, gazetkami board the plane and in-room breakfast. Some people even bother elusive impression of taste, touch, the surrounding plastic, and colors that look everywhere as if they were selected by the light of fluorescent tubes ... Everywhere jet lag.

weapons of Cayce, Cayce is not giving up. But it is not just about her novel, she is also about me.

I can not help it: "pattern recognition" is a book for me generation. I do not think Gibson could get to her teen: But this is not the same fears, desires, the sum of experiences. To grow a decent obsession, takes time. Despite all cultural differences to better understand Cayce, than my brother's colleagues. There is trauma (Cayce lost her father in an attack on the WTC), not the standard of living, and finally - jet lag I have the most returning from the convent, not Japan, but However, similar questions. We deal in the world of technology and technicians doing much better than our parents, but we are deprived of the benefits, which would be the ability to perhaps the younger ones, the ability of a carefree life among shelves full of goods. This is not the plea. They have their generational experience and related literature, for us, probably less understood than the transmission of the Sejm. In 10 years someone will write again for us, this novel such as "The Agreement" Elia Kazan, which allows the legs for quite different reasons. What counts, however, here and now, "pattern recognition" and we did. We are more immune to memes, played on the circulation of professionals from advertising, conditioning the mind like a bell Pavlov's dogs, indeed, sometimes we are those professionals. Gibson's last novel, quite naturally addressed to the thirties (age let's not too literally), which says, about people who, although somehow managed to arrange in life, they have jobs, careers, but rarely arranged personal matters. "Pattern recognition" came to me late, with a bitter surprise when I began to see the characters in her self-image. Later I realized also that the tortuous path, which came to the " ... and the same goes to sleep" and closed the book, are perhaps places of fun, but inevitably ran into purpose. Sooner or later I had to read this story. For me, "pattern recognition" is primarily a story about a dream realized. Inevitably accompanies such a dream premonition that all is not yet in order that they remain at something or someone waiting, looking, sometimes not quite knowing what. Rarely, this feeling can be put into words, still less those words we can say to another person, because the unwritten contract states that do not have to explain. CayceP found something else than look for when you began to pursue his obsession with emefów. But most of all - was something of an authentic, own, and shared with friends. This is a great deal. It's comforting and sad at the same time.

Darku, thank you.




William Gibson pattern recognition. crowd. Paul Korombel. Ed. Zysk i S-ka 2004.


(then written for the "other planets", I throw here, in contrast to the "Spook Country")

Message Of Baby Arrival

Paranoia, paranoia

Returning from holiday visits to their parents, brought on the occasion of several books. Severe

in hell "popular astronomy" may be useful someday, maybe not. "Ecology of the population," bought with the hope someday I will read and perhaps understand a little bit, but will in the world is over, the same thing if I can say about the volume of essays by Stephen Jay Gould on evolution, but I took it. I brought "The Silmarillion", which from time to time we refresh the same, "The Hobbit." Toto all wanted to move on the shelves, but I immediately doubted.

no shelf space. Books silently and stealthily appear in the home, the hatch on my shelf, and then pretend that they do not exist and only when you need to set aside space for the next couple revealed an unpleasant fact that I have no place. Arranged so floors, put their obscenely one another, sometimes - with the occasion - slip from the empty space, regardless of means, to rest next to the volume of an earlier or later. Hence the chaos. I tried once to lay next to each series, if not the entire author, unfortunately, got damn omnifarious order, which is best evidenced by the "reality dysfunction". Dysfunction of affected and "dysfunction", I do not know which volumes I'm missing, one will surely drowned on a canoeing and other borrowed his brother for a while shamelessly climbed between not another space opera Hamilton (new series, heh), you would have to make some inventory , set deficiencies purchase.

Acquire. Exactly. As a result of a variety of more or less go nasty significant part of my collection got damn. Now, sometimes I play, on the occasion of purchasing more favorite things, such as "Blizzard" Stephenson, or "Black Oceans" Dukaj; snag is that he does not know what I have. "Pattern recognition" Gibson have a fourth time, and even that was lent to someone. The magazines will be easier when they finally give the framing vintages, unfortunately, the books are mixed to a degree substantially impeding the proper finding. If I had a significant quantity, it would be easier to explain it, but recoils at the mere thought of what will be able to do when even a little bit multiply. For now, Clarkson columns adjacent to the English-language anthology of poetry on the one hand, and the "Shadow" Conrad, on the other. In addition to the poets is "Bloody Baron" Kim Newman (the first volume, "Anno Dracula" is somewhere else, the third volume nobody bothered to give us ...), but Conrad has respectable company in the form of "The Trial" by Kafka. And so with everything.

moreover, I do not know whether he wants to I find it sort it out. Actually, it could be signed at this, what about your books recently wrote Rafal A. Ziemkiewicz:
I have their entire wall, deliberately confused. Things needed for a completely unnecessary, good to crap, small to large. When I need something to consider, for example, if I miss the idea, I start to look for a book, which has long since been take off the shelf. Always helps.
At my work in such a way that approaches the shelf staring at the upatrzoną (let it be that it is "Anarchy, State, Utopia Nozick - the most boring book I had in my hand), suddenly I notice next to the other, which immediately seems to me more interesting than they originally planned to read. And I write about books, I finally broke the stalemate, and I managed to start and finish something. The last time such an event took place in September 2008, when consumed (with a significant, let us add, pleased) "Chameleon" Kosik, then finally I put the lie to the assertion that, as someone I like, it's not like his songs. With deliberately left the laptop and went home for Christmas cut off from the computer to read the entire 53.5 hours during this time, "Blindsight" by Peter Watts. Well zryłem my brain.

author did not know before, if I miarkuję, "Ślepowidzeniem" MAG started at all in Poland, it seems. And well, because Watts is a class Dukaj. Maybe even Lem. Treat it as a warning: he does not like superhard SF, with a bibliography numbering 144 items, let him not at all ticking. But I came all too well. A great, cosmic, SF, with the first contact, aliens in the snout incomprehensible and totally pochrzanionym society of the future. Oh, yes. And if the author still pounding like a drum in your personal paranoia ...


Memories are not historical archives. Actually, they are ... improvised. The whole mass of things that you associate with any event, it can be objectively false, even if you remember them very clearly. The brain has a funny habit of creating montages, dostawiania details of post factum. This of course does not mean that your memories are not real, you know? They are honest reflection of your perception of the contemporary world, and all together have shaped your vision. But it's not the photos. Rather impressionistic paintings. (...)

vision and that is the most fraudulent. I do not really see anything, at high resolution is only a few degrees, where the eye is focused. The rest of the field is the fog - just light and movement. The movement causes the focalization. And our eyes all the time fly (...) This is called "sakadyczne movements." Picture is blurred because the movement is too fast to keep up with brain integrating frames, so the eye stops just off (...). Brain empty staff cuts and assembles the material, giving the brain ... illusion of continuity.
Neither past nor present. We are tethered to the sensorium of the senses, trusting what evolutionarily tuned apparatus will serve the visual cortex, or auditory, and yet light enough przestroić eye or ear, move the received frequency, that our world has changed beyond recognition. Apparently, we know that a bee or a rattlesnake perceive differently, but we're in a totally unreasonable, anthropocentric view that only what we see, hear and smell the real world. And yet, just close one eye to spot a blind eye which we now look, cut out the reality of a piece. We know that the brain is cheating our consciousness, yet built TVs and MP3 players to easily adjust the imperfection of technology to imperfections of our brains. The picture and sound sampled in our own image and likeness - by us, but the reality is also that kind?

I do not trust the memory for a penny, before you call me paranoid, try to remember the past, and if you have any notes, diaries, blogs, skonfrontujcie them reproduced image of today. Read on to memory. And when you believe it, I will tell you: it's not all. Reality - this is just a scam. I look at the wall and see the color orange, so the wavelength of roughly 560-570 nm, extra, cool, everything that we see between 300 and 700 nm. And yet, if a little up in the infrared? How do I look like my room? I touch the rough texture, and I wonder whether, having different sensitivity of the fingertip set, I would feel fine slippery silk, or perhaps curb. Innervation: do you know what "sensitivity" is the upper part your feet? Resolution of more than one centimeter. Vision says, where a pin prick, it's just eye tells where you feel the sting. Rate - within a centimeter - is all one. And so with everything. Awareness, perception, BYT, as we know it - a very short quilt. Anyway: do not quilt, but rather a kind of ragged curtains. Watts writes about how in her eyes are able to crawl stranger, as they can play with us, waving to us, mocking the curvature of between one blink of the brain to another. A long time I think that there is no need to yell a foreign intelligence I feel like banging your head and into the wall, but she is ONLY so we see it, hear it some sweeps the tongue and nostrils, and nothing more. Stubbornly stuck with their own logic, with their own senses, the self-awareness - to deceive ourselves.

All I know is that the fraud did not counteract the 3.4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine, metylobenzoiloekgonina, tetrahydrocannabinol, ethanol, diazepam, thiopental, and no again, ethanol, especially ethanol. Sober, and the world returns to its beaten track.

But the reality is suspicious by definition.


Evolution does not provide. Complex machinery begins to live his own life. Brains cheat. Develops feedback loop stabilizes heart rhythm, then comes up against the temptation of rhythm and music. The unrest caused by the fractal images that the algorithm used to choose one's residence, metastyzują in the arts. Stimuli, which had once earned, showing the efficiency, can now come from the unproductive introspection. With a trillion dopamine receptors arises uninvited appearance and the whole system model organism anymore. She starts to model the process modeling. Consumes more computing resources, clogs are endless and nothing rekurencjami niewnoszącymi simulations. (...) Metaprocesy multiply like a cancer, then wake up and start talking about the "me."
Good day to you, it's me and you.


Blindsight Peter Watts,

Ed. MAG, Warsaw 2008

Poorly Mixed Protein Powder

Knight, jerk and the whole world of chaos

ashamed to admit: I left the cinema.

first meeting with Bruce Wayne Harvey Dent bored me completely, prompting the seventh yawn me to a concern for my jaw and after those twenty minutes to evacuate the hall. Error? Maybe yes, maybe no, unless you had to watch "Dark Knight" in the evening, at home and alone.

It is very heavy and sad movie. My friend argues that if it was not aware that we are dealing with the comic book, "Dark Knight" with his frightening lack of hope would be unbearable. Viewer as the remains of the backrest in fact accompanied by memory, that we end up dealing with Batman, and that is not happening. But I'm not entirely sure, because in "Dark Knight" frighteningly realistic scenes, such as Batman and his robbery gang on a bank shot in the style of "Fever" by Michael Mann. What's there: The Joker is frighteningly realistic.

paradox? No. Throughout the film I caught up on figuring out how to really look like Hugh Ledger. To severe cholera, only belatedly learned with astonishment that I saw him after the "fearless brothers Grimm! At the grotesque, hysterical, sad Joker makeup is not an actor. Joker stole the movie, Jack Nicholson as the Joker has stolen in the first Batman. The work Burton saw they create character, but good old Jack, in "Dark Knight" Ledger Hugh lost in the role, he created the definitive Joker, who knows, maybe one of the best role in the history of cinema ever. The Joker is terrifying in its tikach, natręctwach, in the consistent madness. I am an emissary

chaos, says the Joker in the most important scene of the film, I do not plan, do not expect, only makes things happen.

This city will belong to me and Batman

, says with satisfaction elsewhere. But this is not the opposition good and evil, but order and chaos. The Joker is unpredictable: one day you may lose the Gotham City, several tons of roses, and the next day to blow up all the kindergartens, and this is different from the mafia. Reminded me to be the latest "Batman" with "Underground circle" Fincher, but the Joker is different from Tyler Durden. The last contests set the system and its operation at the end of something is, after all affected; chaos with subtext, one might say. The Joker is like an empty abyss, ready to expel their most outlandish crimes without reason, without system, without the slightest justification. In The Dark Knight, "at least appears to need Batman. If I understand the idea of \u200b\u200ba director, his intention was to show Bruce Wayne as a character torn between a sense of duty to justice and coercion, and willingness to throw its burden to someone else. Top of Harvey Dent. Here's a new hero of Gotham, Wayne says, here's someone who would challenge the evil with open visor and majesty of the law. Well, the Joker crossed his plans for a comfortable retirement, his war with Batman turns sympathy from the avenger of the city in the mask, and the district attorney makes a monster. For this all nicely summarized in a coda to the dark knight, well from this, if unconvincingly played.

Is actually: wins. Personal digression here: I've used to tie up with a lady, most notably playing the miserable theaters, so I've heard about

winning role. In acting parlance, this means the characters supposedly squeeze everything they can. In this sense, Ledger gave it even more. Is that why you need more sleeping pills and painkillers than he was able to bear? Unfortunately, neither Christian Bale as Batman, or Aaron Eckhart as Dent is not even approached the level of Ledger's acting. It's probably a curse - to play in a movie next to someone who simply sweep. But maybe bad casting? Maggie Gyllenhaal, well, a nice girl from the neighborhood, but neither does not come close to Nicole Kidman or otherwise, Kim Basinger and Michelle Pfeiffer. I do not know whether, or even Katie Holmes was not any better in the main female role, but "Batman Begins" I watched his right eye, and I released the left ear, the synapses settled down a little. Interestingly, moreover, that his second Christopher Nolan "Batman" did better than the first, unlike Tim Burton.

What more can I add. I was enchanted by "The Dark Knight" in a few moments visually, ot, even if the faithful Alfred Wayne overlook the huge hall where the Batmobile is parked and stored other toys, and the lights go out behind them in the rhythm of their steps. I might add that Freeman, Caine and Oldman in supporting roles really do not descend below their level. I keep my fingers crossed for that posthumous Oscar for Ledger.

But above all: "The Dark Knight" is one of the best films I've ever seen. Does not fit in the top ten, the twenty maybe I wondered, but in the fifties there is some, and not at the very end.

Dark Knight (The Dark Knight)
Written and directed by Christopher Nolan. USA 2008