Too Loud a Solitude: A NovelHMH, 27 apr. 1992 - 112 sidor A fable about the power of books and knowledge, “finely balanced between pathos and comedy,” from one of Czechoslovakia’s most popular authors (Los Angeles Times). A New York Times Notable Book Haňtá has been compacting trash for thirty-five years. Every evening, he rescues books from the jaws of his hydraulic press, carries them home, and fills his house with them. Haňtá may be an idiot, as his boss calls him, but he is an idiot with a difference—the ability to quote the Talmud, Hegel, and Lao-Tzu. In this “irresistibly eccentric romp,” the author Milan Kundera has called “our very best writer today” celebrates the power and the indestructibility of the written word (The New York Times Book Review). |
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Anyway beautiful beer blood boss boxes briefcase Brigade of Socialist Bubny ceiling cellar Charles Square compacted wastepaper conveyor belt courtyard deutsch marks door dreamed drink drum eternity everything eyes face fingers flesh flies Friedrich Nietzsche gigantic press glass good-bye Greece green button hands head hear heavens Hegel human hundred hydraulic press I’ve Ignatius of Loyola kite knee knew kohlrabi Lao-tze leaning legs Libuš lineup living looked Manča mice milk mouse naked never night Nové Strašecí old paper picked pile pitcher Prague prie-dieu pulled purple sock pushed the green Rembrandt van Rijn ribbons Saint Thaddeus salami sandal shaft signal tower Smíchov smile Socialist Labor stairs stand starry firmament started stood street Šturm Microbiotic Laboratory suddenly thirty-five tons of books took truck turned turquoise usual velvet-violet skirts Vltava walked wall watched wood workers young