I couldn't possibly be for any other reason. That dream shapes into a series of large hotels. We're all like that, and if that's all this book was supposed to be about, well - you really don't need to read it to know we're all like that. And I'm not interested in reading about someone like that. He works to pull himself up by his bootstraps, to seize the main chance, and to make his own way. Millhauser has a simple and enjoyable writing style and the book reads like a page-turner, but the problem is, you don't want to turn the pages.
The story is a carefully made allegory that draws from mythical references which requires one to dig deep to find the meaning. Un mundo donde los soñadores tenían material sobre el que poder trabajar. And funny enough he does. Because they're composed of smushy-gushy dreamy-creamy language that I do not brook. Not knowing he has gone too far.
Never being completely satisfied, Dressler tries to make the biggest dream possible: a city within a city. Millhauser nos va contando este ascenso en un argumento lineal, por lo que es mejor contar lo menos posible para no desbaratar su lectura. Lightly bumped spine ends, very light bumping to bottom of boards, and light scoring to top of page block. Martin is no knight in shining armor. Soon he becomes obsessed with a vision for a hotel that is not a hotel, that is a city all in itself, both underground and above. Anh là Chúa trời trong cái thế giới mà anh muốn tạo nên, là kẻ kiến tạo tất cả, là nơi bao trọn mọi thứ từ cỏn con đến kỳ vỹ, là nơi con người đi vào và trú ngụ trọn trong đó mà không phải đi ra nữa.
Khách sạn mà Martin xây, giờ đây không còn là nơi con người đến ở ngắn hạn, mà dưới tham vọng của anh, là nơi trú ngụ lâu dài, là một vũ trụ thu nhỏ với hàng nghìn các loại phòng ốc, tiện nghi, cây xanh, thác nước, bảo tàng, rạp hát, quán ăn, trung tâm mua sắm, là cái phá vỡ và thủ tiêu cái ý niệm về thế giới cũ. In true fashion of dreamers - of the American dream! True story: I went out to eat at a restaurant in Brooklyn, The Dressler. This book puts you in the head of a dreamer, a dreamer willing to work and fight for what he wants. Martin spends too much time trying to out-do his last feat. I'm so bored that I don't even want to go back to it to see why it was so boring for this review.
It is missing a compelling central character, and without that, the whole book becomes little more than a compendium of Gilded Age trivia. I felt like slapping the hapless Martin around for his blindness to love which is fine but the author kept returning to this theme a painful number of times that I felt he was beating me over I was underwhelmed by Martin Dressler. If I were the cynical type, I'd even say that this book is not a fairy tale at all but rather a parody of a fairy tale. Each one of these places was more grand than the next. The description of New York City at the boom of its birth late 1800s was interesting but that's about it.
As a bellhop at the Vanderlyn, the occasional hotel guest offers him the possibility of sexual adventure. Contributors include Michael Berube writing on Colson Whitehead's The Intuitionist; Joseph Conte on William Gibson and Bruce Sterling; David Cowart on Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis; Carl Djerassi on science-in-fiction; N. He was, in a word, out of touch. Shipped Weight: Under 1 kilogram. He is born in 1872 and lives in New York City.
The writing style was lovely and prosey and I felt it suited the descriptions and the feelings of a growing economy, changing times, entrepreneurial spirit, etc. When he learns that the hotel he worked at is for sale, he sells all his restaurants and buys the hotel, remodeling it and reshaping the kinds of services it offers according to his visions of what a hotel should be. The description of New York City at the boom of its birth late 1800s was interesting but that's about it. Does this mean I have stomach only for rise, and not fall? Con todo lo que se publica en este país, es una pena que escritores de su talla, y en concr. His visions grow more and more fantastical as he plans his ultimate creation: the Grand Cosmo, in which he attempts to capture the entire world and its dreams. Pictures of this item not already displayed here available upon request.
I compare its color to the color of an exotic animal. It baffles me that this novel won a Pulitzer. Then we sort of veered into magic realism. Although well-written, the plot was humdrum and uninspired. Written differently, it could well have proven to be an amazing tale. Desde su puesto en la tabaquería de sus padres, Martin irá ascendiendo, en una espiral de ambición pero también de obsesión por alcanzar un ideal. The ideas were all there, but the lack of emotion from the characters, the lack of climax from the story, the lack of just about anything other than paragraph after paragraph of boring descriptions make this book one that I'll never pick up again.
He then makes the rookie mistake of marrying a lovely, though oddly listless woman instead of her less attractive sister who is so obviously his soulmate. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. Dust Jacket Condition: Very Good. It was narrated from too far of a distance. As it turns out, I happened to be in a hotel room in Berlin, listening to the light-rail rattle by outside.