What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. And if I ever made an incredibly bad fart in the Hall of Mirrors, which is in Versailles, which is outside of Paris, which is in France, obviously, my anus would say, "Ce n'étais pas moi!" If I wanted to be extremely hilarious, I'd train it to say, "Wasn't me!" every time I made an incredibly bad fart. Another good thing is that I could train my anus to talk when I farted. What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad's voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of "Yellow Submarine," which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d'être, which is a French expression that I know. It's a device that works, according to Lucia Silva of Portrait of a Bookstore in Studio City, Calif. Foer has used these techniques as writers in Latin America and Eastern Europe have used them to try to get traction on horrific events that defy both reason and conventional narrative approaches, but all too often his execution verges on the whimsical rather than the galvanic or persuasive.The main character in this story is a somewhat fantastical 9-year-old boy who serves as a pyschological medium for an emotional, multigenerational story. Foer were trying to sprinkle handfuls of Gabriel García Márquez's magical realism into his story without really understanding this sleight of hand … Clearly Mr. Foer appears to want his tale to inhabit a limbo land located somewhere just beyond the world as we know it.There is something precious and forced about such scenarios, as though Mr. Foer's myriad gifts as a writer, the novel as a whole feels simultaneously contrived and improvisatory, schematic and haphazard … Mr. While it contains moments of shattering emotion and stunning virtuosity that attest to Mr. This novel explores the nature of grief and the difficulty of human connection through the prism of 9/11 and the World War II firebombing of Dresden.
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