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| Original Title: | The Mezzanine |
| ISBN: | 0679725768 (ISBN13: 9780679725763) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Characters: | Howie |
Nicholson Baker
Paperback | Pages: 135 pages Rating: 3.83 | 7049 Users | 799 Reviews
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| Title | : | The Mezzanine |
| Author | : | Nicholson Baker |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 135 pages |
| Published | : | January 16th 1990 by Vintage (first published October 15th 1988) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Novels. Literature. Contemporary. American |
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Although most of the action of The Mezzanine occurs on the escalator of an office building, where its narrator is returning to work after buying shoelaces, this startlingly inventive and witty novel takes us farther than most fiction written today. It lends to milk cartons the associative richness of Marcel Proust's madeleines. It names the eight most significant advances in a human life -- beginning with shoe-tying. It asks whether the hot air blowers in bathrooms really are more sanitary than towels. And it casts a dazzling light on our relations with the objects and people we usually take for granted.Rating Epithetical Books The Mezzanine
Ratings: 3.83 From 7049 Users | 799 ReviewsEvaluate Epithetical Books The Mezzanine
I feel bad about giving this book only two stars. Because Baker is a good writer. No, not just good, he is quite brilliant. It can't be easy to write a book about everyday life's nothingness. But Baker pulls it off. The novel is written in a stream-of-consciousness kind of manner, except the thoughts aren't incomplete or muddled up. The writing is perfectly articulate. Baker flows from one thought to another very smoothly. You know there are times when we find ourselves thinking of something,THIS BOOK IS ABOUT A BUSINESSMAN HE GOES UP AN ESCALATOR AND THINKS ABOUT THINGSDue to my vast intelegense * and uncanny ability to read minds, I believe I know what you're thinking. It's probably something like this:"You fucking cockbag! I've been waiting for a review from you for a month and a half, eagerly visiting your page every two hours, hoping the number of reviews will have gone up from 42 to 43, hoping also that you will have finally uploaded a picture so I can see your handsome visage
This book is simply dull. Its gimmick is that it documents the random thoughts passing through its narrator's head during a completely uneventful lunch hour. I knew before starting that the book was essentially plotless, but I had hoped, rashly, that it wouldn't also be pointless. The narrator witters on about the patterns of wear on his shoelaces, the varieties of escalator experience, and how he puts on his socks. None of it is particularly interesting, none of it has any kind of unifying
This is the first time I've read something that really reminded me of Wallace, without actually being something by Wallace. Baker's attention to detail is really impressive here, as it should be, since this novel is basically a celebration of attention to detail. Ever wondered about the architectural similarities between locomotives, phonograph tonearms, and staplers? (I know nothing about phonograph tonearms, actually) How about the twilight age and slow death of bottled milk delivery? Or the
"The mind is refrigerated by interruption; the thoughts are diverted from the principle subject; the reader is weary, he suspects not why; and at last throws away the book, which he has too diligently studied."- Samuel JohnsonToo fat, fat you must cut lean.You got to take the elevator escalator to the mezzanine,Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bonSuper bon bon, Super bon bon.Soul Coughing, Super Bon Bon LyricsThis book is a literary scrimshaw of the mundane. It is basically a man breaking
Whatever happened to predictabilityThe milkman, the paperboy, evening TVHow did I get delivered hereSomebody tell me, pleaseThis old world's confusing me The corporate environment has changed a lot since 1990. These days, memos are no longer circulated in hard copy, and the stapler is something of an arcane object. The world has moved on. We no longer lament the loss of the milkman or paper straws (who knew that straws used to be made from paper!) But many things remain the same: the implicit
I loved this kooky, obsessive book. It was like Baker was inside my brain.
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