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爻賵賲蹖賳 倬賱蹖爻
鬲賵囟蹖丨 夭蹖乇 乇丕 丕夭 爻丕蹖鬲 賴夭丕乇讴鬲丕亘 亘乇丿丕卮鬲賴鈥屫з�
賳賵卮鬲賴 丨爻蹖賳 噩賵丕丿蹖
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225 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1967
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Flann O'Brien
51听books788听followersPseudonym of
Brian 脫 Nuall谩in
, also known as Brian O'Nolan.
His English novels appeared under the name of Flann O鈥橞rien, while his great Irish novel and his newspaper column (which appeared from 1940 to 1966) were signed Myles na gCopaleen or Myles na Gopaleen 鈥� the second being a phonetic rendering of the first. One of twelve brothers and sisters, he was born in 1911 in Strabane, County Tyrone, into an Irish-speaking family. His father had learned Irish while a young man during the Gaelic revival the son was later to mock. O鈥橞rien鈥檚 childhood has been described as happy, though somewhat insular, as the language spoken at home was not that spoken by their neighbours. The Irish language had long been in decline, and Strabane was not in an Irish-speaking part of the country. The family moved frequently during O鈥橞rien鈥檚 childhood, finally settling in Dublin in 1925. Four years later O鈥橞rien took up study in University College Dublin.
Flann O'Brien is considered a major figure in twentieth century Irish literature. Flann O'Brien novels have attracted a wide following for their bizarre humour and Modernist metafiction.
The caf茅 and shop of Cult煤rlann McAdam 脫 Fiaich (), at the heart of the Belfast Gaeltacht Quarter, is named An Ceathr煤 P贸il铆 ("The Fourth Policeman"), as a play-on-words of the title of O'Brien's book The Third Policeman.
His English novels appeared under the name of Flann O鈥橞rien, while his great Irish novel and his newspaper column (which appeared from 1940 to 1966) were signed Myles na gCopaleen or Myles na Gopaleen 鈥� the second being a phonetic rendering of the first. One of twelve brothers and sisters, he was born in 1911 in Strabane, County Tyrone, into an Irish-speaking family. His father had learned Irish while a young man during the Gaelic revival the son was later to mock. O鈥橞rien鈥檚 childhood has been described as happy, though somewhat insular, as the language spoken at home was not that spoken by their neighbours. The Irish language had long been in decline, and Strabane was not in an Irish-speaking part of the country. The family moved frequently during O鈥橞rien鈥檚 childhood, finally settling in Dublin in 1925. Four years later O鈥橞rien took up study in University College Dublin.
Flann O'Brien is considered a major figure in twentieth century Irish literature. Flann O'Brien novels have attracted a wide following for their bizarre humour and Modernist metafiction.
The caf茅 and shop of Cult煤rlann McAdam 脫 Fiaich (), at the heart of the Belfast Gaeltacht Quarter, is named An Ceathr煤 P贸il铆 ("The Fourth Policeman"), as a play-on-words of the title of O'Brien's book The Third Policeman.
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August 10, 2009
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August 18, 2010
If you ever want to find out what it's like being the only sober person in a room full of professors telling each other jokes in Latin and heffing and hawing and pulling each others' beards, here's a good place to start.
Otherwise not.
Otherwise not.
February 19, 2025
Every one of us is looking for something and often in the strangest places鈥�
The same happens to those who read the books like The Third Policeman鈥�
There is something in common between this novel and Alice鈥檚 Adventures in Wonderland 鈥� to say the least, they both boast the same high degree of art paranoia鈥� And both disconnect time and space from听 quotidian reality鈥�
Wheels within wheels and visions within visions 鈥� such are the ways of surreal existence.
Strange enlightenments are vouchsafed to those who seek the higher places.
The same happens to those who read the books like The Third Policeman鈥�
There is something in common between this novel and Alice鈥檚 Adventures in Wonderland 鈥� to say the least, they both boast the same high degree of art paranoia鈥� And both disconnect time and space from听 quotidian reality鈥�
鈥淲hat is your name?鈥� he asked sharply.
I was surprised at this question. It had no bearing on my own conversation but I did not notice its irrelevance because I was shocked to realize that, simple as it was, I could not answer it. I did not know my name, did not remember who I was. I was not certain where I had come from or what my business was in that room. I found I was sure of nothing save my search for the black box.
Wheels within wheels and visions within visions 鈥� such are the ways of surreal existence.
May 27, 2020
The Irish Existentialist
So, if Alice had fallen down the rabbit hole in Ireland rather than in England, the result could well be The Third Policemen. Or, more aptly, if Shem and Shaun had set out on the road West instead of East down the River Liffey, it could be the alternative Finnegans Wake. But on the third hand, it seems more likely that O鈥橞rien is engaged in a massive send-up of Everything Irish, from its grammar to its destiny.
O鈥橞rien鈥檚 protagonist, who has no name for most of the book, is on a quest, not a very honourable quest but one that serves to set up the story. Although he is the teller of the tale, it is really Ireland itself that is its subject, its peculiar history, its equally peculiar inhabitants, and especially the land itself which has its own peculiarities:
The thoughts and actions of Mr. No Name are dominated by a crackpot philosopher, de Selby, who bears more than a passing resemblance to the 18th century 'immaterialist' Irish philosopher, Bishop Berkeley. At least both figures treat life as more or less hallucinatory. This is a judgment O鈥橞rien adopts wholeheartedly throughout the story: Ireland as a collective delusion. Of course, as with his protagonist, this country may not exist at all: 鈥淚f you have no name you possess nothing and you do not exist and even your trousers are not on you although they look as if they were from where I am sitting.鈥�
Entering into this hallucinatory state, Protagonist has found his Soul, that 鈥榦ther self鈥� with whom he can speak and derive wise counsel. The Soul, called Joe, is generally more rational and coherent than the others Protagonist meets on his journey, or indeed than the rube Protagonist himself. Nevertheless their conversations do not inhibit the frequent emergence of Walter Mitty-like fantasies among the many other questionable experiences. This is a clear confirmation of his conceptual presumptions: 鈥淥f all the many striking statements made by de Selby, I do not think that any of them can rival his assertion that 鈥榓 journey is an hallucination鈥�.鈥�
The policeman of the title is one of a team of country constables who have a peculiar talent. They are able to see the colour of the wind, an apparently important ability that has much to do with the fate of new born infants. Other than their chromatic duties two of the three are concerned mainly with the theft and proper lighting of bicycles. One points spears and carves Russian boxes as a hobby; the other slurps his porridge from the bowl. The third has more useful interests. All are expert on the Atomic Theory which explains the progressive transformation of human beings into bicycles, and vice versa.*
Remarkably, O鈥橞rien anticipates (inspires?) Neal Stephenson鈥檚 sci-fi idea of 3D printing of everything from machines to food 60 years in the future - bicycles, of course being the prototype. As the police sergeant explains, the world and everything in it consists of Omnium, a substance without any definite substance, but with a force:
Smoke and mirrors are appropriately two of O鈥橞rien鈥檚 favourite tropes. Both obscure; both distort. He also revels in the negative questioning of those, like the devil, who prefer to give negative answers to every question. So, 鈥淲ould you object to giving me a straight answer?鈥� elicits the response 鈥淣辞鈥�, which is in fact an agreement to speak plainly. One must be prepared at all times to obfuscate and to de-rail obfuscation. This is the Irish way.
There is no doubt that, as with Finnegans Wake and Alice in Wonderland, it would be possible to make a career of The Third Policeman by tracking down allusions to people, places, myths, and events in Irish history (as well as in modern nuclear physics).** The book, in a way, provokes such a study of the national character. Whether this would be a productive use of one鈥檚 time or not is another question. I鈥檇 have to say with definite ambiguity: 鈥楴o.鈥�
*One is tempted to think of the modern discussion of the AI/Human interface. O'Brien certainly must have been one of the first to consider living machines.
** I suspect, for example, that his pal, Divney, with whom he commits a rather horrific crime, is England (or perhaps merely the Northern Irish counties). The two live together for some time, more or less accidentally, but end up not trusting each other, although they sleep in the same bed.
So, if Alice had fallen down the rabbit hole in Ireland rather than in England, the result could well be The Third Policemen. Or, more aptly, if Shem and Shaun had set out on the road West instead of East down the River Liffey, it could be the alternative Finnegans Wake. But on the third hand, it seems more likely that O鈥橞rien is engaged in a massive send-up of Everything Irish, from its grammar to its destiny.
O鈥橞rien鈥檚 protagonist, who has no name for most of the book, is on a quest, not a very honourable quest but one that serves to set up the story. Although he is the teller of the tale, it is really Ireland itself that is its subject, its peculiar history, its equally peculiar inhabitants, and especially the land itself which has its own peculiarities:
鈥淭he road was narrow, white, old, hard and scarred with shadow. It ran away westwards in the mist of the early morning, running cunningly through the little hills and going to some trouble to visit tiny towns which were not, strictly speaking, on its way. It was possibly one of the oldest roads in the world. I found it hard to think of a time when there was no road there because the trees and the tall hills and the fine views of bogland had been arranged by wise hands for the pleasing picture they made when looked at from the road. Without a road to have them looked at from they would have a somewhat aimless if not a futile aspect.鈥�
The thoughts and actions of Mr. No Name are dominated by a crackpot philosopher, de Selby, who bears more than a passing resemblance to the 18th century 'immaterialist' Irish philosopher, Bishop Berkeley. At least both figures treat life as more or less hallucinatory. This is a judgment O鈥橞rien adopts wholeheartedly throughout the story: Ireland as a collective delusion. Of course, as with his protagonist, this country may not exist at all: 鈥淚f you have no name you possess nothing and you do not exist and even your trousers are not on you although they look as if they were from where I am sitting.鈥�
Entering into this hallucinatory state, Protagonist has found his Soul, that 鈥榦ther self鈥� with whom he can speak and derive wise counsel. The Soul, called Joe, is generally more rational and coherent than the others Protagonist meets on his journey, or indeed than the rube Protagonist himself. Nevertheless their conversations do not inhibit the frequent emergence of Walter Mitty-like fantasies among the many other questionable experiences. This is a clear confirmation of his conceptual presumptions: 鈥淥f all the many striking statements made by de Selby, I do not think that any of them can rival his assertion that 鈥榓 journey is an hallucination鈥�.鈥�
The policeman of the title is one of a team of country constables who have a peculiar talent. They are able to see the colour of the wind, an apparently important ability that has much to do with the fate of new born infants. Other than their chromatic duties two of the three are concerned mainly with the theft and proper lighting of bicycles. One points spears and carves Russian boxes as a hobby; the other slurps his porridge from the bowl. The third has more useful interests. All are expert on the Atomic Theory which explains the progressive transformation of human beings into bicycles, and vice versa.*
Remarkably, O鈥橞rien anticipates (inspires?) Neal Stephenson鈥檚 sci-fi idea of 3D printing of everything from machines to food 60 years in the future - bicycles, of course being the prototype. As the police sergeant explains, the world and everything in it consists of Omnium, a substance without any definite substance, but with a force:
鈥淥mnium is the essential inherent interior essence which is hidden inside the root of the kernel of everything and it is always the same... It never changes. But it shows itself in a million ways and it always comes in waves... Some people call it God and there are other names for something that is identically resembling it and that thing is omnium also into the same bargain.鈥�Omnium exists in its natural form 鈥渓acking an essential property of all known objects,鈥� namely dimension. But it can be used to stimulate any of the human senses. In short, Omnium is the equivalent of Bishop Berkeley's immaterial Idea.
Smoke and mirrors are appropriately two of O鈥橞rien鈥檚 favourite tropes. Both obscure; both distort. He also revels in the negative questioning of those, like the devil, who prefer to give negative answers to every question. So, 鈥淲ould you object to giving me a straight answer?鈥� elicits the response 鈥淣辞鈥�, which is in fact an agreement to speak plainly. One must be prepared at all times to obfuscate and to de-rail obfuscation. This is the Irish way.
There is no doubt that, as with Finnegans Wake and Alice in Wonderland, it would be possible to make a career of The Third Policeman by tracking down allusions to people, places, myths, and events in Irish history (as well as in modern nuclear physics).** The book, in a way, provokes such a study of the national character. Whether this would be a productive use of one鈥檚 time or not is another question. I鈥檇 have to say with definite ambiguity: 鈥楴o.鈥�
*One is tempted to think of the modern discussion of the AI/Human interface. O'Brien certainly must have been one of the first to consider living machines.
** I suspect, for example, that his pal, Divney, with whom he commits a rather horrific crime, is England (or perhaps merely the Northern Irish counties). The two live together for some time, more or less accidentally, but end up not trusting each other, although they sleep in the same bed.
November 16, 2021
The Third Policeman, Flann O'Brien
The Third Policeman is a novel by Irish writer Brian O'Nolan, writing under the pseudonym Flann O'Brien.
It was written between 1939 and 1940, but after it initially failed to find a publisher, the author withdrew the manuscript from circulation and claimed he had lost it.
The book remained unpublished at the time of his death in 1966. It was published by MacGibbon & Kee in 1967.
The Third Policeman is set in rural Ireland and is narrated by a dedicated amateur scholar of de Selby, a scientist and philosopher.
The narrator, whose name we never learn, is orphaned at a young age. At boarding school, he discovers the work of de Selby and becomes a fanatically dedicated student of it.
One night he breaks his leg under mysterious circumstances 鈥� "If you like, it was broken for me" 鈥� and he is ultimately fitted with a wooden leg to replace the original one.
On returning to his family home, he meets and befriends John Divney who is in charge of the family farm and pub.
Over the next few years, the narrator devotes himself to the study of de Selby's work and leaves Divney to run the family business.
鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮: 乇賵夭 丿賵賲 賲丕賴 賳賵丕賲亘乇 爻丕賱2012賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
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The Third Policeman is a novel by Irish writer Brian O'Nolan, writing under the pseudonym Flann O'Brien.
It was written between 1939 and 1940, but after it initially failed to find a publisher, the author withdrew the manuscript from circulation and claimed he had lost it.
The book remained unpublished at the time of his death in 1966. It was published by MacGibbon & Kee in 1967.
The Third Policeman is set in rural Ireland and is narrated by a dedicated amateur scholar of de Selby, a scientist and philosopher.
The narrator, whose name we never learn, is orphaned at a young age. At boarding school, he discovers the work of de Selby and becomes a fanatically dedicated student of it.
One night he breaks his leg under mysterious circumstances 鈥� "If you like, it was broken for me" 鈥� and he is ultimately fitted with a wooden leg to replace the original one.
On returning to his family home, he meets and befriends John Divney who is in charge of the family farm and pub.
Over the next few years, the narrator devotes himself to the study of de Selby's work and leaves Divney to run the family business.
鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮: 乇賵夭 丿賵賲 賲丕賴 賳賵丕賲亘乇 爻丕賱2012賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
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鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 18/11/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 24/08/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
November 25, 2023
UNA PINTA D鈥橧NCHIOSTRO GAELICO
Ci sono scrittori irlandesi che hanno un buon seguito nel nostro paese. Penso a Catherine Dunne, Roddy Doyle, Joseph O鈥機onnor, John Banville, William Trevor, Colm T贸ib铆n, eccetera. Ho provato a leggerli pi霉 o meno tutti, ma nessuno mi ha catturato.
Forse dipende dal fatto che ho poco da spartire con la religione cattolica, in Irlanda invadente e dispotica forse perfino pi霉 che qui - l鈥檋o subita come la maggior parte dei miei connazionali, ma l鈥檋o sempre detestata e me ne sono allontanato appena possibile (a dodici anni), e per quanto possibile.
Ho amato Edna O鈥橞rien pubblicata da e/o.
Ma questo suo omonimo, che ha generato un piccolo culto qui da noi (il libro 猫 sempre ristampato, prima da Einaudi, poi da Adelphi), quasi da iniziati, non 猫 riuscito a convincermi.
Ho fatto due tentativi con questo 鈥淭erzo poliziotto鈥�, ma non sono riuscito a innamorarmi.
Non credo rientri nella pattuglia di quelli menzionati sopra, non fosse altro perch茅 猫 morto ormai da pi霉 di cinquanta anni (e a soli cinquantacinque anni).
Alcolizzato, e pessimista cronico, 猫 stato citato da J.J. Abrahams come principale fonte di ispirazione per la sua serie 鈥淟ost鈥� 鈥� questo romanzo in particolare: il fatto che io mi sia 鈥榩erso鈥�, cio猫 proprio smarrito, alla terza stagione della serie, e sia arrivato in fondo alla quinta pi霉 per la bellezza dei posti e della luce che per il resto, credo dica qualcosa sul fatto che nonostante i due tentativi, 鈥淚l terzo poliziotto鈥� mi sia rimasto ostico. Incompreso.
Un ritratto di Flann O鈥橞rien, pseudonimo di Brian O鈥橬olan, fatto da un fratello (per un francobollo commemorativo).
Qualcuno pi霉 bravo di me, e pi霉 appassionato di me a questo romanzo, riassume cos矛 la trama:
C'猫 un ragazzo che rimane orfano e in collegio diventa uno dei massimi esperti dell'opera del filosofo e scienziato de Selby, considerato un genio bench茅 nessuna delle sue teorie sia accettabile (per esempio sostiene che la notte 猫 un'illusione ottica derivante da emissioni di fumo). Il protagonista, che non ha un nome perch茅 non ricorda quale sia, 猫 coinvolto in una serie di disavventure insieme a due poliziotti, che controllano l'eternit脿 tramite macchinari e sono convinti che tra uomini e biciclette ci sia uno scambio di atomi e quindi di personalit脿.
Un altro, ancora pi霉 brava, sintetizza il plot come segue:
Il racconto in prima persona di un assassino che non si 猫 accorto di morire e scambia l鈥檌nferno per il suo mondo abituale.
Difficile metterli d鈥檃ccordo.
Ora, considerato che a soli 24 anni, alla morte del padre, si ritrov貌 a dover mantenere madre e undici fratelli con uno stipendio annuo che era dignitoso giusto per un single, si pu貌 spiegare il suo pessimismo, ben venato di nera ironia, come spesso corrisponde alla terra d鈥橧rlanda, e pu貌 spiegare anche il suo generoso ricorso alla bottiglia.
Graham Greene volle a tutti costi far pubblicare il suo primo romanzo.
Molti lo paragonano alla follia letteraria di Joyce.
Purtroppo, non sono riuscito a risolvere il quiz Flan O鈥橞rien.
Io, per貌, torno a rileggere Ulisse.
O鈥橞rien, alias O鈥橬olan, tenne a lungo una rivista quotidiana sull鈥橧rish Times firmandola con l鈥檃ltro pseudonimo in gaelico di Myles na Gopaleen.
Ci sono scrittori irlandesi che hanno un buon seguito nel nostro paese. Penso a Catherine Dunne, Roddy Doyle, Joseph O鈥機onnor, John Banville, William Trevor, Colm T贸ib铆n, eccetera. Ho provato a leggerli pi霉 o meno tutti, ma nessuno mi ha catturato.
Forse dipende dal fatto che ho poco da spartire con la religione cattolica, in Irlanda invadente e dispotica forse perfino pi霉 che qui - l鈥檋o subita come la maggior parte dei miei connazionali, ma l鈥檋o sempre detestata e me ne sono allontanato appena possibile (a dodici anni), e per quanto possibile.
Ho amato Edna O鈥橞rien pubblicata da e/o.
Ma questo suo omonimo, che ha generato un piccolo culto qui da noi (il libro 猫 sempre ristampato, prima da Einaudi, poi da Adelphi), quasi da iniziati, non 猫 riuscito a convincermi.
Ho fatto due tentativi con questo 鈥淭erzo poliziotto鈥�, ma non sono riuscito a innamorarmi.
Non credo rientri nella pattuglia di quelli menzionati sopra, non fosse altro perch茅 猫 morto ormai da pi霉 di cinquanta anni (e a soli cinquantacinque anni).
Alcolizzato, e pessimista cronico, 猫 stato citato da J.J. Abrahams come principale fonte di ispirazione per la sua serie 鈥淟ost鈥� 鈥� questo romanzo in particolare: il fatto che io mi sia 鈥榩erso鈥�, cio猫 proprio smarrito, alla terza stagione della serie, e sia arrivato in fondo alla quinta pi霉 per la bellezza dei posti e della luce che per il resto, credo dica qualcosa sul fatto che nonostante i due tentativi, 鈥淚l terzo poliziotto鈥� mi sia rimasto ostico. Incompreso.
Un ritratto di Flann O鈥橞rien, pseudonimo di Brian O鈥橬olan, fatto da un fratello (per un francobollo commemorativo).
Qualcuno pi霉 bravo di me, e pi霉 appassionato di me a questo romanzo, riassume cos矛 la trama:
C'猫 un ragazzo che rimane orfano e in collegio diventa uno dei massimi esperti dell'opera del filosofo e scienziato de Selby, considerato un genio bench茅 nessuna delle sue teorie sia accettabile (per esempio sostiene che la notte 猫 un'illusione ottica derivante da emissioni di fumo). Il protagonista, che non ha un nome perch茅 non ricorda quale sia, 猫 coinvolto in una serie di disavventure insieme a due poliziotti, che controllano l'eternit脿 tramite macchinari e sono convinti che tra uomini e biciclette ci sia uno scambio di atomi e quindi di personalit脿.
Un altro, ancora pi霉 brava, sintetizza il plot come segue:
Il racconto in prima persona di un assassino che non si 猫 accorto di morire e scambia l鈥檌nferno per il suo mondo abituale.
Difficile metterli d鈥檃ccordo.
Ora, considerato che a soli 24 anni, alla morte del padre, si ritrov貌 a dover mantenere madre e undici fratelli con uno stipendio annuo che era dignitoso giusto per un single, si pu貌 spiegare il suo pessimismo, ben venato di nera ironia, come spesso corrisponde alla terra d鈥橧rlanda, e pu貌 spiegare anche il suo generoso ricorso alla bottiglia.
Graham Greene volle a tutti costi far pubblicare il suo primo romanzo.
Molti lo paragonano alla follia letteraria di Joyce.
Purtroppo, non sono riuscito a risolvere il quiz Flan O鈥橞rien.
Io, per貌, torno a rileggere Ulisse.
O鈥橞rien, alias O鈥橬olan, tenne a lungo una rivista quotidiana sull鈥橧rish Times firmandola con l鈥檃ltro pseudonimo in gaelico di Myles na Gopaleen.
August 1, 2023
賲賳 乇蹖賵蹖賵賵賲 賳賲蹖丕丿 賮賯胤 賴賲蹖賳賯丿乇 亘诏賲 讴賴 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 禺蹖賱蹖 亘丕丨丕賱賴 賵 亘丕蹖丿 亘禺賵賳蹖丿賳卮.
丕夭 倬蹖卮賳賴丕丿丕鬲 爻賵倬乇 禺賮賳 丌蹖 睾賱丕賲蹖馃拝
丕夭 倬蹖卮賳賴丕丿丕鬲 爻賵倬乇 禺賮賳 丌蹖 睾賱丕賲蹖馃拝
November 4, 2014
"It Might be the Supreme Pancake"
Flann O鈥橞rien finished this novel in 1940, but it wasn鈥檛 published until 1967, the year after he died of cancer.
It must have broken his heart that it was initially rejected for publication. It鈥檚 arguable that it was finally released at a far more appreciative time. However, this is little comfort if you're dead, and what we readers have missed out on is the type of fiction he would have written had it been accepted.
Flann O鈥橞rien ranks with great wordsmiths and humourists like James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and Spike Milligan.
The novel loosely details a crime (murder) and a punishment (hanging) and the aftermath of both. What's uncertain is the timing of the events. As with so much in life, what appears at first to be linear could equally be circular or recurrent. To say any more or to be any less circumlocutious, would be to enter spoiler territory.
The novel is intelligent, challenging, playful and economical. It makes a powerful case for minimalism against maximalism.
You can enter and re-enter this compact, almost infinitesimal, world of infinite jest with infinite pleasure.
To paraphrase the first policeman, "It is nearly an insoluble pancake, a conundrum of inscrutable potentialities, a snorter."
For it to remain so when you read it, I鈥檓 not going to say much about it apart from outlining the metaphysical speculation that seems to drive it.
"Is It About a Bicycle?"
It most certainly is. But just as a bicycle has two wheels, the weight of the narrative is borne by two wheels that don鈥檛 always spin in the same direction. In fact, they might even counteract each other and defy progress.
I鈥檒l try to describe their dialectical machinations below.
"What Fresh Hell is This?"
See if this makes sense.
Everything is made of omnium. Omnium is everywhere. You could think of it as particles. You could also think of it as waves. Omnium is energy. Omnium is also light. This is the basis of Atomic Theory. Obviously, in reality, particles are in contact with each other. Omnium rubs up against other omnium. Take me and my bicycle for example. If I sit on the seat of my bike for long enough, some of me will rub off on my bike, and some of my bike will rub off on me. Let鈥檚 call the bit of me that rubs off on my bike my "soul". My soul is transported through my ass via the seat to my bicycle. Eventually, it鈥檚 possible that I might lose all of my soul to my bike. What I get in exchange is timber. Without my bicycle, I am only wood. I am lifeless without my bike. As if it鈥檚 not bad enough that some among us are half-man, half-bike, the police are finding that more and more people are losing their bikes. Without our bikes, we can鈥檛 make any progress on our journey. If our goal is heaven, we can鈥檛 get to heaven without our bike, i.e., without our soul. The handle bars on our bicycles are our consciences. The lamps illuminate our path. If we鈥檙e parted from our bicycles, we might lose our direction in life. We might fall into a life of crime. We might be destined for hell. Indeed, life without a soul might define hell. We don鈥檛 even have to die to get to hell. When we get to hell, it might even look very much like life before we died. When we get to hell, we might find that the punishment for our crime is to relive our lives. Hell might be an eternal repetition of our lives of crime. Hell might not be other people. It might be us. Hell might be an eternal recurrence of ourselves and our past lives.
"A Journey is An Hallucination"
A different approach to life and death comes from the narrator鈥檚 favourite philosopher, de Selby (1).
He argues that "a journey is an hallucination." For him, human existence is "a succession of static experiences each infinitely brief."
Each experience is a static occurrence. No experience is a point on the axis on which you go from A to B. It is simply a rest or a pause. At no point is the traveller moving. They are never actually going anywhere. They are never progressing from A to B.
The human mind groups together millions of these rests, and mistakenly calls the aggregate "motion".
However, de Selby believes that motion is an illusion. He argues that there is no progression or serialism in life. Time does not pass. Time as we know it does not exist. Life is a photograph, not a cinematographic film.
If we are not moving anywhere, we are not moving or progressing towards death. If death is the supreme hallucination, then our belief that we are approaching death must be illusory.
The Triangulation of the Bicycular Dialectic
These are two very different perspectives on life and death, morality and mortality. But I won't say any more. It's important that you negotiate the novel's journey guided primarily by Flann O'Brien and influenced by as few external preconceptions as possible. You have to think it through for yourself when you read it. That's the challenge and the fun part and the ultimate reward, the supreme pancake.
However, I'll disclose some questions I asked while reading the novel:
If God is a Trinity, is the House of God triangular?
If God鈥檚 Police enforce God鈥檚 Law, who is the third policeman?
I won't answer them either, because Flann O鈥橞rien counsels, "Always ask any questions that are to be asked and never answer any."
I hope you get to read and enjoy the novel!
FOOTNOTES:
(1) Reprised in "The Dalkey Archive":
SOUNDTRACK:
Miles Davis - ''Ascenseur pour l'Echafaud''
Miles:
Jeanne Moreau:
Laughing Clowns - "Collapse Board"
"You shake your head you can't believe
The sickening stability of my life
You've got about an hour left
And then you're standing
On the collapse board again
And feel the rope around your neck again."
Flann O鈥橞rien finished this novel in 1940, but it wasn鈥檛 published until 1967, the year after he died of cancer.
It must have broken his heart that it was initially rejected for publication. It鈥檚 arguable that it was finally released at a far more appreciative time. However, this is little comfort if you're dead, and what we readers have missed out on is the type of fiction he would have written had it been accepted.
Flann O鈥橞rien ranks with great wordsmiths and humourists like James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and Spike Milligan.
The novel loosely details a crime (murder) and a punishment (hanging) and the aftermath of both. What's uncertain is the timing of the events. As with so much in life, what appears at first to be linear could equally be circular or recurrent. To say any more or to be any less circumlocutious, would be to enter spoiler territory.
The novel is intelligent, challenging, playful and economical. It makes a powerful case for minimalism against maximalism.
You can enter and re-enter this compact, almost infinitesimal, world of infinite jest with infinite pleasure.
To paraphrase the first policeman, "It is nearly an insoluble pancake, a conundrum of inscrutable potentialities, a snorter."
For it to remain so when you read it, I鈥檓 not going to say much about it apart from outlining the metaphysical speculation that seems to drive it.
"Is It About a Bicycle?"
It most certainly is. But just as a bicycle has two wheels, the weight of the narrative is borne by two wheels that don鈥檛 always spin in the same direction. In fact, they might even counteract each other and defy progress.
I鈥檒l try to describe their dialectical machinations below.
"What Fresh Hell is This?"
See if this makes sense.
Everything is made of omnium. Omnium is everywhere. You could think of it as particles. You could also think of it as waves. Omnium is energy. Omnium is also light. This is the basis of Atomic Theory. Obviously, in reality, particles are in contact with each other. Omnium rubs up against other omnium. Take me and my bicycle for example. If I sit on the seat of my bike for long enough, some of me will rub off on my bike, and some of my bike will rub off on me. Let鈥檚 call the bit of me that rubs off on my bike my "soul". My soul is transported through my ass via the seat to my bicycle. Eventually, it鈥檚 possible that I might lose all of my soul to my bike. What I get in exchange is timber. Without my bicycle, I am only wood. I am lifeless without my bike. As if it鈥檚 not bad enough that some among us are half-man, half-bike, the police are finding that more and more people are losing their bikes. Without our bikes, we can鈥檛 make any progress on our journey. If our goal is heaven, we can鈥檛 get to heaven without our bike, i.e., without our soul. The handle bars on our bicycles are our consciences. The lamps illuminate our path. If we鈥檙e parted from our bicycles, we might lose our direction in life. We might fall into a life of crime. We might be destined for hell. Indeed, life without a soul might define hell. We don鈥檛 even have to die to get to hell. When we get to hell, it might even look very much like life before we died. When we get to hell, we might find that the punishment for our crime is to relive our lives. Hell might be an eternal repetition of our lives of crime. Hell might not be other people. It might be us. Hell might be an eternal recurrence of ourselves and our past lives.
"A Journey is An Hallucination"
A different approach to life and death comes from the narrator鈥檚 favourite philosopher, de Selby (1).
He argues that "a journey is an hallucination." For him, human existence is "a succession of static experiences each infinitely brief."
Each experience is a static occurrence. No experience is a point on the axis on which you go from A to B. It is simply a rest or a pause. At no point is the traveller moving. They are never actually going anywhere. They are never progressing from A to B.
The human mind groups together millions of these rests, and mistakenly calls the aggregate "motion".
However, de Selby believes that motion is an illusion. He argues that there is no progression or serialism in life. Time does not pass. Time as we know it does not exist. Life is a photograph, not a cinematographic film.
If we are not moving anywhere, we are not moving or progressing towards death. If death is the supreme hallucination, then our belief that we are approaching death must be illusory.
The Triangulation of the Bicycular Dialectic
These are two very different perspectives on life and death, morality and mortality. But I won't say any more. It's important that you negotiate the novel's journey guided primarily by Flann O'Brien and influenced by as few external preconceptions as possible. You have to think it through for yourself when you read it. That's the challenge and the fun part and the ultimate reward, the supreme pancake.
However, I'll disclose some questions I asked while reading the novel:
If God is a Trinity, is the House of God triangular?
If God鈥檚 Police enforce God鈥檚 Law, who is the third policeman?
I won't answer them either, because Flann O鈥橞rien counsels, "Always ask any questions that are to be asked and never answer any."
I hope you get to read and enjoy the novel!
FOOTNOTES:
(1) Reprised in "The Dalkey Archive":
SOUNDTRACK:
Miles Davis - ''Ascenseur pour l'Echafaud''
Miles:
Jeanne Moreau:
Laughing Clowns - "Collapse Board"
"You shake your head you can't believe
The sickening stability of my life
You've got about an hour left
And then you're standing
On the collapse board again
And feel the rope around your neck again."
October 22, 2020
Ten铆a grandes expectativas puestas en esta novela y no la he disfrutado apenas nada. No he visto m谩s all谩 de de alguna situaci贸n graciosa y alg煤n comentario ingenioso. No he encontrado por ninguna parte la puerta a ese territorio de las grandes preguntas que se menciona en la sinopsis. Y, fundamentalmente, no me ha encandilado su estilo, circunstancia que podr铆a haber compensado todo lo dem谩s.
December 17, 2015
"Joe had been explaining things in the meantime. He said it was again the beginning of the unfinished, the re-discovery of the familiar, the re-experience of the already suffered, the fresh-forgetting of the unremembered. Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular and by nature it is interminable, repetitive and very nearly unbearable." - O'Brien (omitted from the published novel)
Hell is other people's bicycles.
After finishing Flann O'Brien's dark masterpiece of absurdity, I wanted to jam a well-chewed copy of Joyce in one pocket, a copy of Sterne in the other, push a DFW in my back left pocket, put some dark strawberry jam in my back right pocket, turn left twice, exit into my tight little garage and immediately make sweet sweet love to the nearest bicycle available. No. Not yet. She's not ready, nor is my review. I'll pick up this peach seat tomorrow.
So, it isn't tomorrow, but time and peaches are relative in purgatory. This is one of those books that is nearly impossible to review, but there is a space beyond impossible where letting go of this book exists. So, let's press forward shall we? The prose is amazing, funky; it floats and bursts from the page. Like Joyce and other Irish writers, O'Brien OWNS the English language (it is merely mortgaged to us mortals). Reading O'Brien is like watching one of those strange kids who can keep a soccer ball from ever hitting the ground. Gravity just doesn't matter. But let's bounce back to bikes and literature >
So, Flann O'Brien's novel seems to exist in a strange purgatory between Sterne's and DFW's . It is full of digressions, wooden legs, bicycles, murder, policemen (obviously), footnotes*, and much much more. This is one of those novels where rules are murdered and post-modernism is both born and twisted. There are books that are written to be sold and novels written to be worshiped. Get on your knees fellow travelers and start praying.
*O'Brien was out DFWing DFW before DFW was born.
Hell is other people's bicycles.
After finishing Flann O'Brien's dark masterpiece of absurdity, I wanted to jam a well-chewed copy of Joyce in one pocket, a copy of Sterne in the other, push a DFW in my back left pocket, put some dark strawberry jam in my back right pocket, turn left twice, exit into my tight little garage and immediately make sweet sweet love to the nearest bicycle available. No. Not yet. She's not ready, nor is my review. I'll pick up this peach seat tomorrow.
So, it isn't tomorrow, but time and peaches are relative in purgatory. This is one of those books that is nearly impossible to review, but there is a space beyond impossible where letting go of this book exists. So, let's press forward shall we? The prose is amazing, funky; it floats and bursts from the page. Like Joyce and other Irish writers, O'Brien OWNS the English language (it is merely mortgaged to us mortals). Reading O'Brien is like watching one of those strange kids who can keep a soccer ball from ever hitting the ground. Gravity just doesn't matter. But let's bounce back to bikes and literature >
So, Flann O'Brien's novel seems to exist in a strange purgatory between Sterne's and DFW's . It is full of digressions, wooden legs, bicycles, murder, policemen (obviously), footnotes*, and much much more. This is one of those novels where rules are murdered and post-modernism is both born and twisted. There are books that are written to be sold and novels written to be worshiped. Get on your knees fellow travelers and start praying.
*O'Brien was out DFWing DFW before DFW was born.
December 18, 2012
The Third Policeman is a fantastic work of imaginative fictional wonder that by the end somehow manages to become a bit exasperating in all its fantastic imaginative wonderfulness. Each chapter by itself is a kind of magical and mind-bending set piece illustrating baffling physical and metaphysical conundrums, paradoxes, absurdities, and improbabilities, but this is perhaps a situation where the pieces are greater than the whole (a standout example is MacCruiskeen鈥檚 ever-diminutive reproductions of boxes falling away into the invisibly miniscule, a wonderful metaphor for the metafictive act). Though I was growing a bit impatient with its fireworks and blazing word-thought-comets toward the end, I believe this book still points the way toward Flann O鈥橞rien being some kind of mad genius of wordsmithery, and it inhabits a similar kind of position as At Swim-Two-Birds, being a book both hilarious and deeply unsettling. Where it succeeds is in creating a universe parallel to our own where the imagination is unbounded, where physical laws are at the mercy of the whims of the mind, where possibility is not limited by the inconveniently impossible. Did someone say the world of fiction itself? Well if so, writing is hell. Highly recommended, highly enjoyed, but just did not give me the full-body readgasm I got from O鈥橞rien鈥檚 first novel. Let me reiterate- this Irishman is a magician of the highest order and is not to be ignored.
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April 2, 2020What Does A Genuinely Avant-Garde Novel Look Like?
Everyone has a theory about this novel. There are at least five commonly cited explanations:
1. Flann O'Brien is the forgotten postmodernist, the one who didn't leave Ireland. The "Third Policeman" is one of the last books Joyce read, and by implication it's is a kind of Doppelgaenger to "Finnegans Wake." The book's play with language and its reflexivity about the novel form is somehow parallel to Joyce's.
2. The book is an indirect but eloquent record of that generation in Ireland, when the humor could be desperate, when the church was all-powerful, when what's now called "homosocial" life in crowded dingy pubs had to stand in for the wider society that Joyce chose. In later life O'Brien was also an alcoholic, even though it's always hard to know what exactly that diagnosis explains (maybe the exaggerrated lucidity of Myles na gCopaleen). (Thanks to Don's comment, below.)
3. O'Brien is a member of what Hugh Kenner called "Irish nihilism." In this view there is no moral sense in the book, which after all begins with someone's head being crushed by a garden spade. This also supposedly explains the absence of contrition or religious feeling. Denis Donoghue almost assents to this in his strange and covertly Republican Afterword to the Dalkey Archive edition.
4. O'Brien is a minimalist, and his deepest ties are to Beckett. This is one of the lines in Fintan O'Toole's 2009 review in the "New York Review of Books."
5. O'Brien's own explanation is that the book is about a dead man, and that the last page shows how the damned suffer their punishments eternally. But that's only an explanation if your idea of hell already includes knives so thin they can't be seen, microscopic carved wooden boxes, and sexually mutable bicycles. Otherwise it doesn't explain anything.
The fact that these are forced or otherwise unhelpful may indicate that the book is stranger than its commentators think. The fact that people keep coming up with these one-line explanations shows how the novel keeps prodding its readers: it is just too odd to be accepted as a mid-century modernist novel or even an anachronistic postmodern one; for many readers a theory, no matter how restrictive, helps soothe the discomfort. But what is the avant-garde, if it isn't a thing that is not anticipated? That cannot be accommodated? That wasn't asked for, that solves no problem we ever thought we had? The "Third Policeman" is one of the best examples of a genuinely avant-garde modernist work, because it just won't fit into categories, even so many years on.
By way of postscript: one thing I especially love about the book is the Irish landscape that it conjures, between its many fantasies and concoctions. If you take away the hallucinated afterlife that occupies most of the narrative, what remains? A poor, simple countryside, with farms and a few police stations and pubs, and miles of bumpy roads, sodden fields, muck, brambles, dripping copses, and gorse. There is almost nothing else: people ride bicycles everywhere. When they think they might become rich, they dream of changes of clothes. There is almost no mention of what they eat or drink. It is an impoverished landscape implying an impoverished society -- and when I think of those things, O'Brien's perverse and perfervid inventions look even more necessary than his humor, and more desperate and painful.
Everyone has a theory about this novel. There are at least five commonly cited explanations:
1. Flann O'Brien is the forgotten postmodernist, the one who didn't leave Ireland. The "Third Policeman" is one of the last books Joyce read, and by implication it's is a kind of Doppelgaenger to "Finnegans Wake." The book's play with language and its reflexivity about the novel form is somehow parallel to Joyce's.
2. The book is an indirect but eloquent record of that generation in Ireland, when the humor could be desperate, when the church was all-powerful, when what's now called "homosocial" life in crowded dingy pubs had to stand in for the wider society that Joyce chose. In later life O'Brien was also an alcoholic, even though it's always hard to know what exactly that diagnosis explains (maybe the exaggerrated lucidity of Myles na gCopaleen). (Thanks to Don's comment, below.)
3. O'Brien is a member of what Hugh Kenner called "Irish nihilism." In this view there is no moral sense in the book, which after all begins with someone's head being crushed by a garden spade. This also supposedly explains the absence of contrition or religious feeling. Denis Donoghue almost assents to this in his strange and covertly Republican Afterword to the Dalkey Archive edition.
4. O'Brien is a minimalist, and his deepest ties are to Beckett. This is one of the lines in Fintan O'Toole's 2009 review in the "New York Review of Books."
5. O'Brien's own explanation is that the book is about a dead man, and that the last page shows how the damned suffer their punishments eternally. But that's only an explanation if your idea of hell already includes knives so thin they can't be seen, microscopic carved wooden boxes, and sexually mutable bicycles. Otherwise it doesn't explain anything.
The fact that these are forced or otherwise unhelpful may indicate that the book is stranger than its commentators think. The fact that people keep coming up with these one-line explanations shows how the novel keeps prodding its readers: it is just too odd to be accepted as a mid-century modernist novel or even an anachronistic postmodern one; for many readers a theory, no matter how restrictive, helps soothe the discomfort. But what is the avant-garde, if it isn't a thing that is not anticipated? That cannot be accommodated? That wasn't asked for, that solves no problem we ever thought we had? The "Third Policeman" is one of the best examples of a genuinely avant-garde modernist work, because it just won't fit into categories, even so many years on.
By way of postscript: one thing I especially love about the book is the Irish landscape that it conjures, between its many fantasies and concoctions. If you take away the hallucinated afterlife that occupies most of the narrative, what remains? A poor, simple countryside, with farms and a few police stations and pubs, and miles of bumpy roads, sodden fields, muck, brambles, dripping copses, and gorse. There is almost nothing else: people ride bicycles everywhere. When they think they might become rich, they dream of changes of clothes. There is almost no mention of what they eat or drink. It is an impoverished landscape implying an impoverished society -- and when I think of those things, O'Brien's perverse and perfervid inventions look even more necessary than his humor, and more desperate and painful.
April 24, 2019
Despu茅s de acabar de leer 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥�, s贸lo puedo decir que se trata de una absoluta obra maestra. El viaje al que te arrastra Flann O鈥橞rien es de los m谩s imaginativos, alucinantes e irreales que he le铆do jam谩s. 隆Hilarante, delirante, sorprendente! A煤n no entiendo c贸mo no hab铆a le铆do nada de este escritor irland茅s. Estas mismas sensaciones de estar leyendo una historia que te sorprende en cada p谩gina, es comparable a la que tuve hace a帽os con la lectura de otra magn铆fica f谩bula metaf铆sica, 鈥楨l poema de los lun谩ticos鈥� de Ermanno Cavazzoni, novela en la que el inspector Savini investiga secretos mensajes aparecidos en los pozos, traslad谩ndose para ello a extra帽as tierras donde descubre a pueblos que habitan en tuber铆as y que esp铆an nuestro mundo a trav茅s de los grifos. Absurdo, s铆, pero vaya imaginaci贸n y menudas historias. Pues as铆 es 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥�. Sin duda, todo un hallazgo.
La primera vez que escuch茅 hablar de Flann O鈥橞rien fue en 2006, cuando N贸rdica Libros public贸 el presente libro precisamente. Tras leer la sinopsis, s贸lo pude adquirirlo, porque ya se sabe que despu茅s no hay manera de encontrar los libros de estas peque帽as e imprescindibles editoriales.
Desmond y su 'The Third Policeman'
Posteriormente tambi茅n me enter茅 que 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥� era uno de los libros que le铆a Desmond en la genial serie 鈥楲ost鈥� (鈥楶erdidos鈥�) y que se ve铆a encima de su escritorio en uno de los episodios. Seg煤n uno de los guionistas, en la serie se hacen bastantes alusiones a la trama del libro. En la novela aparece un subterr谩neo en el que los n煤meros juegan un papel muy importante, as铆 como una especie de caja que produce cualquier cosa que se desee, y tambi茅n se sugiere un posible derrumbe de la estructura como no se mantenga todo perfectamente controlado. Esto no va m谩s all谩 de una mera an茅cdota, y si hay que creer a los creadores y guionistas de la serie, los libros que van apareciendo en algunos cap铆tulos tienen su importancia para una mayor comprensi贸n de lo que est谩 sucediendo.
Pero no hay que confundirse, porque lo que 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥� tiene en com煤n con 鈥楲ost鈥� es m铆nimo, aunque muy importante. Es dif铆cil poder hablar del argumento de este libro sin desvelar parte de sus sorpresas. El protagonista y narrador, una especie de estudiante y fil贸sofo autodidacta obsesionado con la obra del cient铆fico de Selby, vive con John Divney, un tipo ruin junto al que comete un asesinato y un robo, como se menciona en el primer p谩rrafo. Lo que roban es una caja negra, que se convertir谩 s贸lo en el principio de una pesadilla fant谩stica que va m谩s all谩 de la imaginaci贸n, un viaje af铆n al de la Alicia de Lewis Carroll, o al del Mundo de Oz, y no exento de humor absurdo al estilo 鈥楨l hombre que fue jueves鈥� de Chesterton. Un mundo con una comisar铆a bidimensional donde conocer谩 a dos tipos asombrosos, el Sargento Pluck y el polic铆a MacCruinkeen, totalmente obsesionados con las bicicletas, sus perjuicios y placeres.
Menci贸n aparte para de Selby y su colecci贸n de disparatadas teor铆as, a cu谩l m谩s peculiar y sublime, como por ejemplo, que la noche no existe como tal, sino que se trata de aire negro producto de la acumulaci贸n de gases volc谩nicos. Teor铆as que se ir谩n volviendo cada vez m谩s extra帽as y complicadas. La novela contiene varias notas a pie de p谩gina que rompen con la trama convirti茅ndose por momentos en una novela aparte, en una especie de metaficci贸n; notas donde tanto cr铆ticos como seguidores de de Selby dan rienda suelta a sus filias y fobias por el controvertido sabio.
En cuanto al tercer polic铆a del t铆tulo, es todo un misterio del que no se puede mencionar nada, pero cuya importancia es crucial, aunque est茅 ausente.
Insisto de nuevo, cuanto menos se sepa del argumento de este libro, mucho mejor, para poder disfrutar plenamente con su lectura.
Flann O鈥橞rien fue un exquisito narrador para el que las reglas a la hora de escribir no exist铆an. 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥� se puede leer como una novela de humor, de misterio, de suspense, de literatura fant谩stica, e incluso de terror, sobre todo al final, porque es todo esto y mucho m谩s.
La primera vez que escuch茅 hablar de Flann O鈥橞rien fue en 2006, cuando N贸rdica Libros public贸 el presente libro precisamente. Tras leer la sinopsis, s贸lo pude adquirirlo, porque ya se sabe que despu茅s no hay manera de encontrar los libros de estas peque帽as e imprescindibles editoriales.
Desmond y su 'The Third Policeman'
Posteriormente tambi茅n me enter茅 que 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥� era uno de los libros que le铆a Desmond en la genial serie 鈥楲ost鈥� (鈥楶erdidos鈥�) y que se ve铆a encima de su escritorio en uno de los episodios. Seg煤n uno de los guionistas, en la serie se hacen bastantes alusiones a la trama del libro. En la novela aparece un subterr谩neo en el que los n煤meros juegan un papel muy importante, as铆 como una especie de caja que produce cualquier cosa que se desee, y tambi茅n se sugiere un posible derrumbe de la estructura como no se mantenga todo perfectamente controlado. Esto no va m谩s all谩 de una mera an茅cdota, y si hay que creer a los creadores y guionistas de la serie, los libros que van apareciendo en algunos cap铆tulos tienen su importancia para una mayor comprensi贸n de lo que est谩 sucediendo.
Pero no hay que confundirse, porque lo que 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥� tiene en com煤n con 鈥楲ost鈥� es m铆nimo, aunque muy importante. Es dif铆cil poder hablar del argumento de este libro sin desvelar parte de sus sorpresas. El protagonista y narrador, una especie de estudiante y fil贸sofo autodidacta obsesionado con la obra del cient铆fico de Selby, vive con John Divney, un tipo ruin junto al que comete un asesinato y un robo, como se menciona en el primer p谩rrafo. Lo que roban es una caja negra, que se convertir谩 s贸lo en el principio de una pesadilla fant谩stica que va m谩s all谩 de la imaginaci贸n, un viaje af铆n al de la Alicia de Lewis Carroll, o al del Mundo de Oz, y no exento de humor absurdo al estilo 鈥楨l hombre que fue jueves鈥� de Chesterton. Un mundo con una comisar铆a bidimensional donde conocer谩 a dos tipos asombrosos, el Sargento Pluck y el polic铆a MacCruinkeen, totalmente obsesionados con las bicicletas, sus perjuicios y placeres.
Menci贸n aparte para de Selby y su colecci贸n de disparatadas teor铆as, a cu谩l m谩s peculiar y sublime, como por ejemplo, que la noche no existe como tal, sino que se trata de aire negro producto de la acumulaci贸n de gases volc谩nicos. Teor铆as que se ir谩n volviendo cada vez m谩s extra帽as y complicadas. La novela contiene varias notas a pie de p谩gina que rompen con la trama convirti茅ndose por momentos en una novela aparte, en una especie de metaficci贸n; notas donde tanto cr铆ticos como seguidores de de Selby dan rienda suelta a sus filias y fobias por el controvertido sabio.
En cuanto al tercer polic铆a del t铆tulo, es todo un misterio del que no se puede mencionar nada, pero cuya importancia es crucial, aunque est茅 ausente.
Insisto de nuevo, cuanto menos se sepa del argumento de este libro, mucho mejor, para poder disfrutar plenamente con su lectura.
Flann O鈥橞rien fue un exquisito narrador para el que las reglas a la hora de escribir no exist铆an. 鈥楨l Tercer Polic铆a鈥� se puede leer como una novela de humor, de misterio, de suspense, de literatura fant谩stica, e incluso de terror, sobre todo al final, porque es todo esto y mucho m谩s.
January 28, 2014
Oh, so this is what the Trial would read like if Kafka wrote it on six or seven tabs of acid.
May 13, 2020
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賮賱丕賳 兀賵亘乇丕賷賳
廿匕丕 賱賲 鬲賰賳 賲賳 賴賵丕丞 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賮賴匕賴 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賱賷爻鬲 賱賰. 賱丨馗丞 賱丕 鬲匕賴亘 亘賴匕賴 丕賱爻乇毓丞! 賴賱 鬲毓乇賮 賲丕賴賷 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 兀氐賱賸丕. 丕賳鬲馗乇 賯賱賷賱賸丕 賮賯丿 鬲噩丿 賮賷 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丞 賲丕 賷乇賵賯 賱賰. 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賴賷...賱丕 兀毓乇賮 賲丕 賴賷 丨賯賸丕 賮賴賷 賲賳 丕賱兀賳賵丕毓 丕賱兀丿亘賷丞 氐毓亘丞 丕賱鬲毓乇賷賮. 丿毓賳賷 兀丨丕賵賱 賵賱賳 兀胤賷賱 毓賱賷賰.
丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 鈥撠Ｙ� 丕賱爻賵乇賷丕賱賷丞 丨爻亘 亘毓囟 丕賱賲鬲丨匕賱賯賷賳- 賴賷 賰賱賲丞 鬲毓賳賷 丨乇賮賷丕賸 賮賵賯 丕賱賵丕賯毓賷丞 鈥撠Ｙ� (賮賵丕賯毓賷丞) 丨爻亘 亘毓囟 丕賱賲鬲賮賱爻賮賷賳- 賴賷 丨乇賰丞 賮賳賷丞 賵兀丿亘賷丞 馗賴乇鬲 賮賷 毓卮乇賷賳賷丕鬲 丕賱賯乇賳 丕賱賲賳氐乇賲 賵乇丕卅丿賴丕 兀賳丿乇賷賴 亘乇賷鬲賵賳貙 賵兀亘乇夭 兀賯胤丕亘賴丕 丕賱賲噩賳賵賳 爻賷賱賮丕丿賵乇 丿丕賱賷. 鬲賴丿賮 賴匕賴 丕賱賲丿乇爻丞 廿賱賶 鬲毓亘賷乇 毓賳 丕賱毓賯賱 丕賱亘丕胤賳 亘氐賵乇丞 賲鬲噩乇丿丞 毓賳 丕賱賲賳胤賯 賵丕賱賳馗丕賲. 鬲毓乇賷賮 睾賷乇 賵丕囟丨責 爻兀丨丕賵賱 賲乇丞 兀禺乇賶. 丕賱亘毓囟 賷賵囟丨 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 亘兀賳賴丕 卮亘賷賴丞 亘丕賱兀丨賱丕賲 賵丕賱賴賱賵爻丕鬲 賲賳 丨賷孬 賱丕 賲賳胤賯賷丞 丕賱賲卮賴丿 賵毓亘孬賷丞 丕賱賴丿賮. 鬲毓乇賮 匕賱賰 丕賱卮毓賵乇 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲丨賱賲 亘兀賳賰 賮賷 賲賰丕賳 鬲乇丕賴 賱兀賵賱 賲乇丞 賵賮賷 丕賱賵賯鬲 賳賮爻賴 鬲丨爻 亘兀賳賰 賲毓鬲丕丿 毓賱賷賴貙 鬲乇賶 賱丕毓亘 賰乇丞 卮賴賷乇 毓賱賶 兀賳賴 氐丿賷賯賰 丕賱丨賲賷賲 賵鬲噩鬲賲毓丕賳 賲毓 賲丿賷乇 丕賱卮乇賰丞 賮賷 亘賷鬲 噩丿賰 賱賲賳丕賯卮丞 賲丕爻鬲鬲賳丕賵賱賵賳賴 毓賱賶 丕賱睾丿丕亍 丕賱賷賵賲... 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賷 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賮賷 丕賱兀丿亘 賴賷 禺賱賷胤 睾賷乇 賲鬲噩丕賳爻 賲賳 丕賱賮丕賳鬲丕夭賷丕貙 丕賱毓亘孬賷丞 賵丕賱乇賲夭賷丞. 丕賱禺賷丕賱 賮賷賴丕 (卮丕胤丨) 賰丕賱賮丕賳鬲丕夭賷丕貙 丕賱乇爻丕賱丞 睾賷乇 賲賮賴賵賲丞 兀賵 睾賷乇 賲賵噩賵丿丞 賰丕賱毓亘孬賷丞 賰賲丕 兀賳 賴賳丕賰 廿卮丕乇丕鬲 鬲鬲噩丕賵夭 丕賱賳氐 丕賱馗丕賴乇賷 賵賷賲賰賳 丕賱鬲賯丕胤賴丕 賲孬賱 丕賱丨丕賱 賮賷 丕賱乇賲夭賷丞. 禺匕 賴匕賴 丕賱賱賵丨丕鬲 賰賲孬丕賱:
兀賲丕 賮賷 丕賱兀賮賱丕賲 賮賴匕賴 亘毓囟 賲丕卮丕賴丿鬲 賲賳 丕賱兀賮賱丕賲 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞:
1- Being John Malkovich
2- Lost Highway
3- Oldboy
4- Enter the Void
兀賲丕 賮賷 丕賱兀丿亘 賮賳噩丿 賰鬲丕亘丕鬲 兀賳丿乇賷賴 亘乇賷鬲賵賳 賵賰丕賮賰丕 賵兀賷囟賸丕 丨亘賷亘 丕賱卮毓亘 賲賵乇丕賰丕賲賷. 賳賰鬲賮賷 亘賴匕丕 丕賱賯丿乇 毓賳 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賵賱賳鬲丨丿孬 毓賳 丕賱卮乇胤賷 丕賱孬丕賱孬. 鬲亘丿兀 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賰賯氐丞 毓丕丿賷丞 賵廿賳 賰丕賳鬲 爻丕禺乇丞 賳賵毓賸丕 賲丕貙 毓賳 丕賱卮丕亘 丕賱匕賷 賷氐丕丿賯 丕賱毓丕賲賱 丕賱賵氐賷 毓賱賶 賲夭乇毓丞 兀亘賷賴. 鬲鬲爻賲 氐丿丕賯鬲賴賲 亘丕賱丨賲賷賲賷丞 丕賱卮丿賷丿丞 賵兀賷囟賸丕 亘丕賱鬲賳丕賮爻 賵卮賷亍 賲賳 丕賱賳賮賵乇貙 禺賱胤丞 睾乇賷亘丞 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲卮乇丨賴丕 賵賱賰賳賴丕 胤亘賷毓賷丞 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲賯乇兀賴丕 兀賵 鬲毓賷卮賴丕. 賱丕 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 丨鬲賶 丕賱丌賳. 賷賯乇乇 丕賱兀孬賳丕賳 丕賱賯賷丕賲 亘噩乇賷賲丞 賲丕 賱賱禺乇賵噩 賲賳 賲兀夭賯 賲丕賱賷賾 賵賷卮乇毓丕賳 亘鬲賳賮賷匕 丕賱禺胤丞. 鬲鬲賲 丕賱噩乇賷賲丞 锟斤拷賲 賷禺鬲賱賮 丕賱廿孬賳丕賳 賵賷鬲爻賱賱 丕賱卮賰 廿賱賶 賯賱亘 丕賱卮丕亘 丕賱丨丕卅乇. 賱丕 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 丨鬲賶 丕賱丌賳. 賲丕 廿賳 賷賯乇乇 丕賱卮丕亘 兀賳 賷賵丕噩賴 丕賱毓丕賲賱 賵賷兀禺匕 丨氐鬲賴 賲賳 丕賱賰賳夭 丨鬲賶 鬲亘丿兀 賲爻乇丨賷丞 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賵賷丿禺賱 丕賱賯丕乇卅 賮賷 丿賵丕賲丞 爻丨乇賷丞 賲賱賷卅丞 亘丕賱兀卮禺丕氐 丕賱睾乇賷亘賷賳貙 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 丕賱毓噩賷亘丞 賵丕賱丨賵丕乇丕鬲 丕賱卮丕匕丞.
賴賳丕賰 丕賱卮乇胤賷 丕賱匕賷 賷賴賵賶 氐賳丕毓丞 氐賳丕丿賷賯 丿賯賷賯丞 丕賱鬲氐賲賷賲貙 賵毓賳丿賲丕 賮乇睾 賲賳 氐賳丕毓丞 兀噩賲賱 氐賳丿賵賯 賱賲 賷噩丿 卮賷卅賸丕 賷賱丕卅賲 乇賵毓鬲賴 賱賷囟毓賴 亘丿丕禺賱賴貙 賮賯乇乇 兀賳 賷氐賳毓 氐賳丿賵賯賸丕 兀氐睾乇 賱賷囟毓賴 賮賷賴. 賵賴賰匕丕 丕爻鬲賲乇 賮賷 氐賳丕毓丞 氐賳丕丿賷賯 兀氐睾乇 賮兀氐睾乇 丨鬲賶 氐賳毓 賵丕丨丿賸丕 賱丕 賷賲賰賳 乇丐賷鬲賴 亘丕賱毓賷賳 丕賱賲噩乇丿丞. 賮賷 兀丨丿 丕賱賲卮丕賴丿 賷購賮賯丿 丕賱氐賳丿賵賯 賵賷賳賴賲賰 丕賱噩賲賷毓 賮賷 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳賴. 賴賳丕賰 丕賱丿乇锟斤拷噩丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賵卮賰 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲丨賵賱 廿賱賶 亘卮乇 賵丕賱亘卮乇 丕賱匕賷賳 賷賳賯賱亘賵賳 廿賱賶 丿乇丕噩丕鬲. 賴賳丕賰 賲賰丕賳 賷爻賲賶 丕賱兀亘丿賷丞 賷毓噩 亘賰賱 賲丕 賷鬲賲賳丕賴 丕賱賲乇亍 賵賷鬲賵賯賮 賮賷賴 丕賱夭賲賳....賵丕賱毓丿賷丿 賲賳 丕賱兀毓丕噩賷亘 丕賱兀禺乇賶. 賱丕 兀賳爻賶 兀賷囟賸丕 丕賱丨賵丕乇丕鬲 丕賱毓亘孬賷丞 丕賱爻丕禺乇丞:
丕賱卮乇胤賷: 賴賱 鬲賯賵賱 亘兀賳賰 爻賵賮 鬲乇賮囟 丨賰賲 丕賱廿毓丿丕賲責
丕賱卮丕亘: 賳毓賲 丨鬲賶 賱賵 鬲爻亘亘 匕賱賰 賮賷 賲賵鬲賷.
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賱胤賷賮丞 賵賲爻賱賷丞 亘卮賰賱 毓丕賲. 賲丕 囟丕賷賯賳賷 賴賵 丨丿賷孬 丕賱乇丕賵賷 丕賱賲爻鬲賲乇 毓賳 賰丕鬲亘 丕爻賲賴 丿賵 爻賱亘賷 賱賴 賲賳 丕賱賳馗乇賷丕鬲 丕賱毓噩賷亘丞 賵丕賱睾乇賷亘丞 賲丕 丕賱賱賴 亘賴 毓賱賷賲. 賴賳丕賰 卮乇賵丨丕鬲 賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 丕賱丨賵丕卮賷 毓賳 兀賮賰丕乇 賴匕丕 丕賱丿賵爻賱亘賷 廿賱賶 丿乇噩丞 兀賳賳賷 鬲噩丕賵夭鬲 丕賱毓丿賷丿 賲賳賴丕. 毓賳丿賲丕 賯乇乇鬲 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳 賴匕丕 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 賵噩丿鬲 兀賳賴 賲賳 禺賷丕賱 丕賱賲丐賱賮 賵兀賳 賰賱 賲丐賱賮丕鬲賴 丕賱鬲賷 兀賵乇丿賴丕 賮賷 丕賱賳氐 賵賰賱 丕賱卮乇賵丨丕鬲 賲丕 賴賷 廿賱丕 丿毓丕亘丞 孬賯賷賱丞. 兀賳 鬲賱賵賲 賳氐賸丕 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷賸丕 賷毓賳賷 兀賳 鬲賱胤賲 賲噩賳賵賳賸丕 卮鬲賲賰. 爻賷鬲丨賵賱 丕賱賱賵賲 賲賳 丕賱賲噩賳賵賳 廿賱賷賰貙 賱匕丕 賲賴賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 丕賱卮鬲賷賲丞 賲丐賱賲丞 毓賱賷賰 丕亘鬲賱丕毓賴丕 賵丕賱鬲馗丕賴乇 亘兀賳賰 賱賲 鬲爻賲毓賴丕. 賵賰匕賱賰 兀賳 丕爻鬲賴噩賳鬲 卮胤丨丞 賮賷 賳氐 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷 賮丕賱噩賲賷毓 爻賷禺亘乇賰 亘兀賳 賴匕丕 賲丕 賷鬲賵賯毓 賲賳 丕賱賳氐 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷 賷丕 (噩丕賴賱).
賷亘丿賵 兀賳 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丞 賯丿 胤丕賱鬲貙 賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賷丨丿孬 毓賳丿賲丕 賷賰鬲亘 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丞 丕賳毓賰丕爻賷 賮賷 丕賱賲乇丌丞貙 賮賷 賰賱 賲乇丞 兀賯賳毓賴 亘兀賳 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丕鬲 丕賱兀賯氐乇 賴賷 丕賱兀賮囟賱 賮賷禺乇噩 丿賲丕睾賴 賵賷囟毓賴 毓賱賶 丕賱胤丕賵賱丞 貙 孬賲 賷卮賷乇 廿賱賷賴 賯丕卅賱賸丕: "丿賲丕睾賷 賰丿賴". 賮兀賱賵匕 亘丕賱氐賲鬲 賵兀鬲丕亘毓 賯乇丕亍丞 賲丕 賷賰鬲亘賴.
賮賱丕賳 兀賵亘乇丕賷賳
廿匕丕 賱賲 鬲賰賳 賲賳 賴賵丕丞 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賮賴匕賴 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賱賷爻鬲 賱賰. 賱丨馗丞 賱丕 鬲匕賴亘 亘賴匕賴 丕賱爻乇毓丞! 賴賱 鬲毓乇賮 賲丕賴賷 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 兀氐賱賸丕. 丕賳鬲馗乇 賯賱賷賱賸丕 賮賯丿 鬲噩丿 賮賷 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丞 賲丕 賷乇賵賯 賱賰. 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賴賷...賱丕 兀毓乇賮 賲丕 賴賷 丨賯賸丕 賮賴賷 賲賳 丕賱兀賳賵丕毓 丕賱兀丿亘賷丞 氐毓亘丞 丕賱鬲毓乇賷賮. 丿毓賳賷 兀丨丕賵賱 賵賱賳 兀胤賷賱 毓賱賷賰.
丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 鈥撠Ｙ� 丕賱爻賵乇賷丕賱賷丞 丨爻亘 亘毓囟 丕賱賲鬲丨匕賱賯賷賳- 賴賷 賰賱賲丞 鬲毓賳賷 丨乇賮賷丕賸 賮賵賯 丕賱賵丕賯毓賷丞 鈥撠Ｙ� (賮賵丕賯毓賷丞) 丨爻亘 亘毓囟 丕賱賲鬲賮賱爻賮賷賳- 賴賷 丨乇賰丞 賮賳賷丞 賵兀丿亘賷丞 馗賴乇鬲 賮賷 毓卮乇賷賳賷丕鬲 丕賱賯乇賳 丕賱賲賳氐乇賲 賵乇丕卅丿賴丕 兀賳丿乇賷賴 亘乇賷鬲賵賳貙 賵兀亘乇夭 兀賯胤丕亘賴丕 丕賱賲噩賳賵賳 爻賷賱賮丕丿賵乇 丿丕賱賷. 鬲賴丿賮 賴匕賴 丕賱賲丿乇爻丞 廿賱賶 鬲毓亘賷乇 毓賳 丕賱毓賯賱 丕賱亘丕胤賳 亘氐賵乇丞 賲鬲噩乇丿丞 毓賳 丕賱賲賳胤賯 賵丕賱賳馗丕賲. 鬲毓乇賷賮 睾賷乇 賵丕囟丨責 爻兀丨丕賵賱 賲乇丞 兀禺乇賶. 丕賱亘毓囟 賷賵囟丨 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 亘兀賳賴丕 卮亘賷賴丞 亘丕賱兀丨賱丕賲 賵丕賱賴賱賵爻丕鬲 賲賳 丨賷孬 賱丕 賲賳胤賯賷丞 丕賱賲卮賴丿 賵毓亘孬賷丞 丕賱賴丿賮. 鬲毓乇賮 匕賱賰 丕賱卮毓賵乇 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲丨賱賲 亘兀賳賰 賮賷 賲賰丕賳 鬲乇丕賴 賱兀賵賱 賲乇丞 賵賮賷 丕賱賵賯鬲 賳賮爻賴 鬲丨爻 亘兀賳賰 賲毓鬲丕丿 毓賱賷賴貙 鬲乇賶 賱丕毓亘 賰乇丞 卮賴賷乇 毓賱賶 兀賳賴 氐丿賷賯賰 丕賱丨賲賷賲 賵鬲噩鬲賲毓丕賳 賲毓 賲丿賷乇 丕賱卮乇賰丞 賮賷 亘賷鬲 噩丿賰 賱賲賳丕賯卮丞 賲丕爻鬲鬲賳丕賵賱賵賳賴 毓賱賶 丕賱睾丿丕亍 丕賱賷賵賲... 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賷 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賮賷 丕賱兀丿亘 賴賷 禺賱賷胤 睾賷乇 賲鬲噩丕賳爻 賲賳 丕賱賮丕賳鬲丕夭賷丕貙 丕賱毓亘孬賷丞 賵丕賱乇賲夭賷丞. 丕賱禺賷丕賱 賮賷賴丕 (卮丕胤丨) 賰丕賱賮丕賳鬲丕夭賷丕貙 丕賱乇爻丕賱丞 睾賷乇 賲賮賴賵賲丞 兀賵 睾賷乇 賲賵噩賵丿丞 賰丕賱毓亘孬賷丞 賰賲丕 兀賳 賴賳丕賰 廿卮丕乇丕鬲 鬲鬲噩丕賵夭 丕賱賳氐 丕賱馗丕賴乇賷 賵賷賲賰賳 丕賱鬲賯丕胤賴丕 賲孬賱 丕賱丨丕賱 賮賷 丕賱乇賲夭賷丞. 禺匕 賴匕賴 丕賱賱賵丨丕鬲 賰賲孬丕賱:
兀賲丕 賮賷 丕賱兀賮賱丕賲 賮賴匕賴 亘毓囟 賲丕卮丕賴丿鬲 賲賳 丕賱兀賮賱丕賲 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞:
1- Being John Malkovich
2- Lost Highway
3- Oldboy
4- Enter the Void
兀賲丕 賮賷 丕賱兀丿亘 賮賳噩丿 賰鬲丕亘丕鬲 兀賳丿乇賷賴 亘乇賷鬲賵賳 賵賰丕賮賰丕 賵兀賷囟賸丕 丨亘賷亘 丕賱卮毓亘 賲賵乇丕賰丕賲賷. 賳賰鬲賮賷 亘賴匕丕 丕賱賯丿乇 毓賳 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賵賱賳鬲丨丿孬 毓賳 丕賱卮乇胤賷 丕賱孬丕賱孬. 鬲亘丿兀 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賰賯氐丞 毓丕丿賷丞 賵廿賳 賰丕賳鬲 爻丕禺乇丞 賳賵毓賸丕 賲丕貙 毓賳 丕賱卮丕亘 丕賱匕賷 賷氐丕丿賯 丕賱毓丕賲賱 丕賱賵氐賷 毓賱賶 賲夭乇毓丞 兀亘賷賴. 鬲鬲爻賲 氐丿丕賯鬲賴賲 亘丕賱丨賲賷賲賷丞 丕賱卮丿賷丿丞 賵兀賷囟賸丕 亘丕賱鬲賳丕賮爻 賵卮賷亍 賲賳 丕賱賳賮賵乇貙 禺賱胤丞 睾乇賷亘丞 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲卮乇丨賴丕 賵賱賰賳賴丕 胤亘賷毓賷丞 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲賯乇兀賴丕 兀賵 鬲毓賷卮賴丕. 賱丕 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 丨鬲賶 丕賱丌賳. 賷賯乇乇 丕賱兀孬賳丕賳 丕賱賯賷丕賲 亘噩乇賷賲丞 賲丕 賱賱禺乇賵噩 賲賳 賲兀夭賯 賲丕賱賷賾 賵賷卮乇毓丕賳 亘鬲賳賮賷匕 丕賱禺胤丞. 鬲鬲賲 丕賱噩乇賷賲丞 锟斤拷賲 賷禺鬲賱賮 丕賱廿孬賳丕賳 賵賷鬲爻賱賱 丕賱卮賰 廿賱賶 賯賱亘 丕賱卮丕亘 丕賱丨丕卅乇. 賱丕 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 丨鬲賶 丕賱丌賳. 賲丕 廿賳 賷賯乇乇 丕賱卮丕亘 兀賳 賷賵丕噩賴 丕賱毓丕賲賱 賵賷兀禺匕 丨氐鬲賴 賲賳 丕賱賰賳夭 丨鬲賶 鬲亘丿兀 賲爻乇丨賷丞 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷丞 賵賷丿禺賱 丕賱賯丕乇卅 賮賷 丿賵丕賲丞 爻丨乇賷丞 賲賱賷卅丞 亘丕賱兀卮禺丕氐 丕賱睾乇賷亘賷賳貙 丕賱兀丨丿丕孬 丕賱毓噩賷亘丞 賵丕賱丨賵丕乇丕鬲 丕賱卮丕匕丞.
賴賳丕賰 丕賱卮乇胤賷 丕賱匕賷 賷賴賵賶 氐賳丕毓丞 氐賳丕丿賷賯 丿賯賷賯丞 丕賱鬲氐賲賷賲貙 賵毓賳丿賲丕 賮乇睾 賲賳 氐賳丕毓丞 兀噩賲賱 氐賳丿賵賯 賱賲 賷噩丿 卮賷卅賸丕 賷賱丕卅賲 乇賵毓鬲賴 賱賷囟毓賴 亘丿丕禺賱賴貙 賮賯乇乇 兀賳 賷氐賳毓 氐賳丿賵賯賸丕 兀氐睾乇 賱賷囟毓賴 賮賷賴. 賵賴賰匕丕 丕爻鬲賲乇 賮賷 氐賳丕毓丞 氐賳丕丿賷賯 兀氐睾乇 賮兀氐睾乇 丨鬲賶 氐賳毓 賵丕丨丿賸丕 賱丕 賷賲賰賳 乇丐賷鬲賴 亘丕賱毓賷賳 丕賱賲噩乇丿丞. 賮賷 兀丨丿 丕賱賲卮丕賴丿 賷購賮賯丿 丕賱氐賳丿賵賯 賵賷賳賴賲賰 丕賱噩賲賷毓 賮賷 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳賴. 賴賳丕賰 丕賱丿乇锟斤拷噩丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賵卮賰 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲丨賵賱 廿賱賶 亘卮乇 賵丕賱亘卮乇 丕賱匕賷賳 賷賳賯賱亘賵賳 廿賱賶 丿乇丕噩丕鬲. 賴賳丕賰 賲賰丕賳 賷爻賲賶 丕賱兀亘丿賷丞 賷毓噩 亘賰賱 賲丕 賷鬲賲賳丕賴 丕賱賲乇亍 賵賷鬲賵賯賮 賮賷賴 丕賱夭賲賳....賵丕賱毓丿賷丿 賲賳 丕賱兀毓丕噩賷亘 丕賱兀禺乇賶. 賱丕 兀賳爻賶 兀賷囟賸丕 丕賱丨賵丕乇丕鬲 丕賱毓亘孬賷丞 丕賱爻丕禺乇丞:
丕賱卮乇胤賷: 賴賱 鬲賯賵賱 亘兀賳賰 爻賵賮 鬲乇賮囟 丨賰賲 丕賱廿毓丿丕賲責
丕賱卮丕亘: 賳毓賲 丨鬲賶 賱賵 鬲爻亘亘 匕賱賰 賮賷 賲賵鬲賷.
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 賱胤賷賮丞 賵賲爻賱賷丞 亘卮賰賱 毓丕賲. 賲丕 囟丕賷賯賳賷 賴賵 丨丿賷孬 丕賱乇丕賵賷 丕賱賲爻鬲賲乇 毓賳 賰丕鬲亘 丕爻賲賴 丿賵 爻賱亘賷 賱賴 賲賳 丕賱賳馗乇賷丕鬲 丕賱毓噩賷亘丞 賵丕賱睾乇賷亘丞 賲丕 丕賱賱賴 亘賴 毓賱賷賲. 賴賳丕賰 卮乇賵丨丕鬲 賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 丕賱丨賵丕卮賷 毓賳 兀賮賰丕乇 賴匕丕 丕賱丿賵爻賱亘賷 廿賱賶 丿乇噩丞 兀賳賳賷 鬲噩丕賵夭鬲 丕賱毓丿賷丿 賲賳賴丕. 毓賳丿賲丕 賯乇乇鬲 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳 賴匕丕 丕賱賰丕鬲亘 賵噩丿鬲 兀賳賴 賲賳 禺賷丕賱 丕賱賲丐賱賮 賵兀賳 賰賱 賲丐賱賮丕鬲賴 丕賱鬲賷 兀賵乇丿賴丕 賮賷 丕賱賳氐 賵賰賱 丕賱卮乇賵丨丕鬲 賲丕 賴賷 廿賱丕 丿毓丕亘丞 孬賯賷賱丞. 兀賳 鬲賱賵賲 賳氐賸丕 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷賸丕 賷毓賳賷 兀賳 鬲賱胤賲 賲噩賳賵賳賸丕 卮鬲賲賰. 爻賷鬲丨賵賱 丕賱賱賵賲 賲賳 丕賱賲噩賳賵賳 廿賱賷賰貙 賱匕丕 賲賴賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 丕賱卮鬲賷賲丞 賲丐賱賲丞 毓賱賷賰 丕亘鬲賱丕毓賴丕 賵丕賱鬲馗丕賴乇 亘兀賳賰 賱賲 鬲爻賲毓賴丕. 賵賰匕賱賰 兀賳 丕爻鬲賴噩賳鬲 卮胤丨丞 賮賷 賳氐 爻賷乇賷丕賱賷 賮丕賱噩賲賷毓 爻賷禺亘乇賰 亘兀賳 賴匕丕 賲丕 賷鬲賵賯毓 賲賳 丕賱賳氐 丕賱爻賷乇賷丕賱賷 賷丕 (噩丕賴賱).
賷亘丿賵 兀賳 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丞 賯丿 胤丕賱鬲貙 賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賷丨丿孬 毓賳丿賲丕 賷賰鬲亘 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丞 丕賳毓賰丕爻賷 賮賷 丕賱賲乇丌丞貙 賮賷 賰賱 賲乇丞 兀賯賳毓賴 亘兀賳 丕賱賲乇丕噩毓丕鬲 丕賱兀賯氐乇 賴賷 丕賱兀賮囟賱 賮賷禺乇噩 丿賲丕睾賴 賵賷囟毓賴 毓賱賶 丕賱胤丕賵賱丞 貙 孬賲 賷卮賷乇 廿賱賷賴 賯丕卅賱賸丕: "丿賲丕睾賷 賰丿賴". 賮兀賱賵匕 亘丕賱氐賲鬲 賵兀鬲丕亘毓 賯乇丕亍丞 賲丕 賷賰鬲亘賴.
March 16, 2022
One of the strangest books I have ever read...a kind of 'satori hell' where you find yourself only after everything is lost. Very unusual - but there are passages that are beautiful. If you like The Twilight Zone and the works of Samuel Beckett you will probably like this book: once disbelief is suspended it becomes a tale that transcends classification that will have a profound impact on you.
October 28, 2023
I've been pedalling around and around with this novel, written in 1940 but published posthumously, in 1967. Initially, the pedals on this bicycle spun and spun and spun to no avail and, bewildered, I fell off the bicycle. I tried, doggedly, many times, and still, the wheels barely moved, would grind, and then, clownishly, I fell, again and again, until, resembling a pancake, I lay inert on the ground. For a long while.
The thing is, I have such a gorgeous folio edition of this novel, and the green cover would beckon me, winking, always winking in such a charming way. "Robin... try again..."
And then I got to the part about the Atomic Theory of Matter, explained by a fat policeman obsessed with two-wheeled contraptions, and a wide smile spread across my face. If he's right, I'd say I'm about 59% books, 9% SAAB, 9% Volkswagen, 5% Airedale terrier, and the rest a complex mix of children and pavement.
It's a difficult novel for me, because of its density and its deep commitment that goes well past the bounds of satire into the world of farce. But it's a wonderful novel for me too, because in its pages I know it's truly something iconic in the realm of post-modernism. When I read it, I see that many people who followed O'Brien borrowed from his pages (House of Leaves, I'm looking at you, with your countless footnotes and inexplicable corridors). This is a unique and experimental and often bizarre look at life and death, and one that I won't forget any time soon.
Thank you to Javier, for this very special gift!
The thing is, I have such a gorgeous folio edition of this novel, and the green cover would beckon me, winking, always winking in such a charming way. "Robin... try again..."
And then I got to the part about the Atomic Theory of Matter, explained by a fat policeman obsessed with two-wheeled contraptions, and a wide smile spread across my face. If he's right, I'd say I'm about 59% books, 9% SAAB, 9% Volkswagen, 5% Airedale terrier, and the rest a complex mix of children and pavement.
It's a difficult novel for me, because of its density and its deep commitment that goes well past the bounds of satire into the world of farce. But it's a wonderful novel for me too, because in its pages I know it's truly something iconic in the realm of post-modernism. When I read it, I see that many people who followed O'Brien borrowed from his pages (House of Leaves, I'm looking at you, with your countless footnotes and inexplicable corridors). This is a unique and experimental and often bizarre look at life and death, and one that I won't forget any time soon.
Thank you to Javier, for this very special gift!
September 17, 2014
4.5/5
ABANDON HOPE OF (COMPLETELY) AVOIDING SCIENCE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE
And if that experiment proves faulty, scientific training demands a do-over. Correct the hypothesis a touch, adjust the variables a smidgen, re-calibrate the chemicals and fine-tune the machinery, then repeat the process countless times more. On and on and on, as one of the blessings of the scientific method is that conclusions can always be questioned, answers can always be tested ad infinitum, and theories that have lasted for millenia can have their sterling reputations cracked like an egg during the space of a single hour.
Now, what does this have to do with The Third Policeman? Well, the previous two paragraphs in essence described a major plot point, the "twist" if you will of the entire narrative, as well as an action that multiple characters take part in throughout the course of the story. More importantly, there are a surprising amount of passages that are grounded firmly in the 'insanity' that science is.
For those who are not inclined towards the hard sciences, feel free to skip this next part. For those who have some level of interest, continue on.
I could go on about the myriad reality-defying ways the book illustrates that in actuality are necessary for successful scientific reasoning. But I think that you have all had enough lessons in mathematics/physics/general engineering for one day. Rest assured, this is not all that the book has going for it. There are many passages of dry wit that had me flat out giggling, as well as wonderfully unconventional metaphors that raised the reality the words described to a unusual, yet beautiful art. You'll even find scathing critiques of society and profound existential meanderings within these pages.
However, what stuck with me the most were the uncanny similarities between the strange logic that the book operated on and the science of the real world. Not all of the book's weirdness is reflected in sound science, but science itself has its own cases of crackpot theories and misinformed conclusions. Ultimately, to discover the truth, scientists delve into these realms, these hells if you will, of supreme weirdness and nonsensical assumptions, bring back bits and pieces for the rest of humanity to benefit from, and then dive back for more. It's a wonder that more of them don't go mad from the effort.
ABANDON HOPE OF (COMPLETELY) AVOIDING SCIENCE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results.The phrase practically screams common sense, does it not? And yet endurance, perseverance, and stubborn tenacity are all valued qualities in the face of a seemingly unobtainable goal. Personally, what immediately comes to mind are the trials and tribulations of scientists in countless laboratories scattered across the globe. Proclaiming a hypothesis (ex: I hypothesize that chemical A will interact with chemical B like so), designing an experiment to match it, and then conducting it over and over and over again, enough to gain enough data points to exclude both systematic and random error, avoidable and unavoidable biasing of the results. Three is the magic number required to measure just how wrong the data could possibly be, but more is always encouraged, just in case a monstrous outlier rears its head due to some unforeseen amount of chaos.
-Rita Mae Brown
And if that experiment proves faulty, scientific training demands a do-over. Correct the hypothesis a touch, adjust the variables a smidgen, re-calibrate the chemicals and fine-tune the machinery, then repeat the process countless times more. On and on and on, as one of the blessings of the scientific method is that conclusions can always be questioned, answers can always be tested ad infinitum, and theories that have lasted for millenia can have their sterling reputations cracked like an egg during the space of a single hour.
Now, what does this have to do with The Third Policeman? Well, the previous two paragraphs in essence described a major plot point, the "twist" if you will of the entire narrative, as well as an action that multiple characters take part in throughout the course of the story. More importantly, there are a surprising amount of passages that are grounded firmly in the 'insanity' that science is.
For those who are not inclined towards the hard sciences, feel free to skip this next part. For those who have some level of interest, continue on.
I could go on about the myriad reality-defying ways the book illustrates that in actuality are necessary for successful scientific reasoning. But I think that you have all had enough lessons in mathematics/physics/general engineering for one day. Rest assured, this is not all that the book has going for it. There are many passages of dry wit that had me flat out giggling, as well as wonderfully unconventional metaphors that raised the reality the words described to a unusual, yet beautiful art. You'll even find scathing critiques of society and profound existential meanderings within these pages.
However, what stuck with me the most were the uncanny similarities between the strange logic that the book operated on and the science of the real world. Not all of the book's weirdness is reflected in sound science, but science itself has its own cases of crackpot theories and misinformed conclusions. Ultimately, to discover the truth, scientists delve into these realms, these hells if you will, of supreme weirdness and nonsensical assumptions, bring back bits and pieces for the rest of humanity to benefit from, and then dive back for more. It's a wonder that more of them don't go mad from the effort.
September 13, 2017
螣 韦蟻委蟿慰蟼 螒蟽蟿蠀蠁蠉位伪魏伪蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪 蟺慰位蠉 喂未喂蠈渭慰蟻蠁慰 魏伪喂 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蟺慰蠀 蠈渭蠅蟼 渭蔚蟿维 t慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 渭慰蠀 维蠁畏蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蠂伪渭蠈纬蔚位慰 喂魏伪谓慰蟺慰委畏蟽畏蟼 魏伪喂 苇谓伪 伪委蟽胃畏渭伪 胃伪蠀渭伪蟽渭慰蠉 纬喂伪 蟿慰谓 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪.
螣 螣鈥� 螠蟺蟻维喂谓 蟺伪委蟻谓蔚喂 渭喂伪 伪蟺位萎 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 魏伪喂 蠁蟿喂维蠂谓蔚喂 苇谓伪 魏伪蠁魏喂魏蠈 蠁伪谓蟿伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟿伪尉委未喂 纬蔚渭维蟿慰 伪蟺蠈 蔚喂魏蠈谓蔚蟼, 蟿慰蟺委伪 魏伪喂 伪蟺委胃伪谓慰蠀蟼 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼. 螛伪 萎蟿伪谓 渭喂伪 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪位萎 蟽魏苇蠄畏 伪谓 魏维蟺慰蟿蔚 魏维蟺慰喂慰蟼 苇蠁蟿喂伪蠂谓蔚 苇谓伪 graphic novel 蔚渭蟺谓蔚蠀蟽渭苇谓慰 伪蟺蠈 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰.
螚 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 位慰喂蟺蠈谓 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 蟿慰 蠈谓慰渭伪 蟿慰蠀 伪位位维 蟽蠀谓慰渭喂位蔚委 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 (蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蔚喂 蠈谓慰渭伪), 未喂伪尾维味蔚喂 苇谓伪 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬慰 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿萎渭慰谓伪/蠁喂位蠈蟽慰蠁慰 魏伪喂 未喂伪蟺蟻维蟿蟿蔚喂 苇谓伪谓 蠁蠈谓慰, 未喂伪胃苇蟿蔚喂 蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪! 围喂慰蠉渭慰蟻, 渭蠀蟽蟿萎蟻喂慰, 锟斤拷维蟿喂蟻伪, 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏蠈 蟽蠂蠈位喂慰 魏伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 魏伪喂 位委纬慰 蟿蟻蠈渭慰.
螝伪喂 蠈位伪 伪蠀蟿维 未慰蟽渭苇谓伪 渭蔚 苇谓伪 渭蔚蟿伪渭慰谓蟿苇蟻谓慰 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 伪蠁萎纬畏蟽畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏维 未蔚谓 渭蔚 魏慰蠉蟻伪蟽蔚 魏伪胃蠈位慰蠀, 伪谓蟿喂胃苇蟿蠅蟼 渭蔚 苇魏伪谓蔚 谓伪 伪未畏渭慰谓蠋 蟽蠀谓蔚蠂蠋蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺蠈渭蔚谓畏 蟽蔚位委未伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟿蟻慰蟺萎 伪蠀蟿萎蟼 蟿畏蟼 伪蟺委胃伪谓畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼.
螘尉伪喂蟻蔚蟿喂魏萎 畏 渭蔚蟿维蠁蟻伪蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螁蟻畏 螠蟺蔚蟻位萎 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟽畏渭蔚委蠅渭伪.
螣喂 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委蔚蟼 蟽蔚位委未蔚蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏维 畏 位蠉蟽畏 伪蠀蟿慰蠉 蟿慰蠀 纬蟻喂蠁蠋未慰蠀蟼 尾喂尾位委慰蠀.
螆谓伪 伪蟽蟿蔚蟻维魏喂 胃伪 魏蠈蠄蠅 蔚蟺蔚喂未萎 蔚委渭伪喂 蟽委纬慰蠀蟻慰蟼 蟺蠅蟼 畏 蟺位萎蟻畏蟼 魏伪蟿伪谓蠈畏蟽畏 伪蠀蟿慰蠉 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位委慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蠇蟺慰胃苇蟿蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 蟺位蔚蠀蟻维 蟿慰蠀 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蟿畏. 魏维蟺慰喂慰 蠀蟺蠈尾伪胃蟻慰 蟽蟿畏谓 喂蟻位伪谓未喂魏萎 魏慰蠀位蟿慰蠉蟻伪. 螒魏蠈渭伪 魏伪喂 蟿伪 慰谓蠈渭伪蟿伪 蟿蠅谓 尾伪蟽喂魏蠋谓 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蠅谓 蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蠅 蟺蠅蟼 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿蠀蠂伪委伪, 蟺蠈蟽慰 渭维位位慰谓 魏维蟺慰喂伪 位慰纬慰蟺伪委纬谓喂伪 魏伪喂 魏维蟺慰喂蔚蟼 魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿维蟽蔚喂蟼.
螣蟺蠈蟿蔚 4/5 纬喂伪 苇谓伪 蟺慰位蠉 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪位蠈 魏伪喂 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰 尾喂尾位委慰...
违螕: 螠伪蟻喂位苇谓伪 蔚蠀蠂伪蟻喂蟽蟿蠋 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 尾喂尾位喂慰蟺蟻蠈蟿伪蟽畏!
螣 螣鈥� 螠蟺蟻维喂谓 蟺伪委蟻谓蔚喂 渭喂伪 伪蟺位萎 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 魏伪喂 蠁蟿喂维蠂谓蔚喂 苇谓伪 魏伪蠁魏喂魏蠈 蠁伪谓蟿伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟿伪尉委未喂 纬蔚渭维蟿慰 伪蟺蠈 蔚喂魏蠈谓蔚蟼, 蟿慰蟺委伪 魏伪喂 伪蟺委胃伪谓慰蠀蟼 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼. 螛伪 萎蟿伪谓 渭喂伪 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪位萎 蟽魏苇蠄畏 伪谓 魏维蟺慰蟿蔚 魏维蟺慰喂慰蟼 苇蠁蟿喂伪蠂谓蔚 苇谓伪 graphic novel 蔚渭蟺谓蔚蠀蟽渭苇谓慰 伪蟺蠈 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰.
螚 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 位慰喂蟺蠈谓 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 蟿慰 蠈谓慰渭伪 蟿慰蠀 伪位位维 蟽蠀谓慰渭喂位蔚委 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 (蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蔚喂 蠈谓慰渭伪), 未喂伪尾维味蔚喂 苇谓伪 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬慰 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿萎渭慰谓伪/蠁喂位蠈蟽慰蠁慰 魏伪喂 未喂伪蟺蟻维蟿蟿蔚喂 苇谓伪谓 蠁蠈谓慰, 未喂伪胃苇蟿蔚喂 蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪! 围喂慰蠉渭慰蟻, 渭蠀蟽蟿萎蟻喂慰, 锟斤拷维蟿喂蟻伪, 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏蠈 蟽蠂蠈位喂慰 魏伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 魏伪喂 位委纬慰 蟿蟻蠈渭慰.
螝伪喂 蠈位伪 伪蠀蟿维 未慰蟽渭苇谓伪 渭蔚 苇谓伪 渭蔚蟿伪渭慰谓蟿苇蟻谓慰 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 伪蠁萎纬畏蟽畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏维 未蔚谓 渭蔚 魏慰蠉蟻伪蟽蔚 魏伪胃蠈位慰蠀, 伪谓蟿喂胃苇蟿蠅蟼 渭蔚 苇魏伪谓蔚 谓伪 伪未畏渭慰谓蠋 蟽蠀谓蔚蠂蠋蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺蠈渭蔚谓畏 蟽蔚位委未伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟿蟻慰蟺萎 伪蠀蟿萎蟼 蟿畏蟼 伪蟺委胃伪谓畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼.
螘尉伪喂蟻蔚蟿喂魏萎 畏 渭蔚蟿维蠁蟻伪蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螁蟻畏 螠蟺蔚蟻位萎 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟽畏渭蔚委蠅渭伪.
螣喂 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委蔚蟼 蟽蔚位委未蔚蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏维 畏 位蠉蟽畏 伪蠀蟿慰蠉 蟿慰蠀 纬蟻喂蠁蠋未慰蠀蟼 尾喂尾位委慰蠀.
螆谓伪 伪蟽蟿蔚蟻维魏喂 胃伪 魏蠈蠄蠅 蔚蟺蔚喂未萎 蔚委渭伪喂 蟽委纬慰蠀蟻慰蟼 蟺蠅蟼 畏 蟺位萎蟻畏蟼 魏伪蟿伪谓蠈畏蟽畏 伪蠀蟿慰蠉 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位委慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蠇蟺慰胃苇蟿蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 蟺位蔚蠀蟻维 蟿慰蠀 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蟿畏. 魏维蟺慰喂慰 蠀蟺蠈尾伪胃蟻慰 蟽蟿畏谓 喂蟻位伪谓未喂魏萎 魏慰蠀位蟿慰蠉蟻伪. 螒魏蠈渭伪 魏伪喂 蟿伪 慰谓蠈渭伪蟿伪 蟿蠅谓 尾伪蟽喂魏蠋谓 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蠅谓 蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蠅 蟺蠅蟼 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿蠀蠂伪委伪, 蟺蠈蟽慰 渭维位位慰谓 魏维蟺慰喂伪 位慰纬慰蟺伪委纬谓喂伪 魏伪喂 魏维蟺慰喂蔚蟼 魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿维蟽蔚喂蟼.
螣蟺蠈蟿蔚 4/5 纬喂伪 苇谓伪 蟺慰位蠉 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪位蠈 魏伪喂 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰 尾喂尾位委慰...
违螕: 螠伪蟻喂位苇谓伪 蔚蠀蠂伪蟻喂蟽蟿蠋 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 尾喂尾位喂慰蟺蟻蠈蟿伪蟽畏!
December 23, 2022
A humorous surrealism. A penchant for interiority that dazzles. I have no interest in fantasy unless it's employed, as it is here, to dystopic ends. I found the novel superb on the whole. I can't think of a single thing I might have changed.
February 16, 2013
It was as if the daylight had changed with unnatural suddenness, as if the temperature of the evening had altered greatly in an instant or as if the air had become twice as rare or twice as dense as it had been in the winking of an eye; perhaps all of these and other things happened together for all my senses were bewildered all at once and could give me no explanation.
Flann O'Brien's The Third Policeman continuously defied my expectations. Before reading, I had no preconceived notions about it, other than that it was an influence on the TV show LOST, but from its beginning pages, I hypothesized it to be a short, clever novel about murder. That's the only thing I got right about this book. When I thought it was a tale of an obsessive friendship, it became a philosophical examination of death. Then it became a trip down Alice's rabbit hole. Then it became a farcical look at science. Then it made several left turns and U-turns and roundabouts that I'll let the reader discover for herself.
This book feels vastly important, mostly because it's really old. It was written in 1940. That's a long time before David Foster Wallace's , which has a similar hysterical-realistic aesthetic. It's a long time before Paul Auster infused his with a healthy dose of O'Brien's metafiction. That's even before Borges' or Beckett's made their marks on postmodernism. And being so old, The Third Policeman feels remarkably modern in every sense other than its usage of old Britishisms like using "stone" as a unit of measure.
I know this is a short review, but I don't know what else to say. It's hard to talk about this book without giving anything away and I think it should come as a complete surprise to the reader. It's an important book which I don't think has received its just deserts. Read it.
Flann O'Brien's The Third Policeman continuously defied my expectations. Before reading, I had no preconceived notions about it, other than that it was an influence on the TV show LOST, but from its beginning pages, I hypothesized it to be a short, clever novel about murder. That's the only thing I got right about this book. When I thought it was a tale of an obsessive friendship, it became a philosophical examination of death. Then it became a trip down Alice's rabbit hole. Then it became a farcical look at science. Then it made several left turns and U-turns and roundabouts that I'll let the reader discover for herself.
This book feels vastly important, mostly because it's really old. It was written in 1940. That's a long time before David Foster Wallace's , which has a similar hysterical-realistic aesthetic. It's a long time before Paul Auster infused his with a healthy dose of O'Brien's metafiction. That's even before Borges' or Beckett's made their marks on postmodernism. And being so old, The Third Policeman feels remarkably modern in every sense other than its usage of old Britishisms like using "stone" as a unit of measure.
I know this is a short review, but I don't know what else to say. It's hard to talk about this book without giving anything away and I think it should come as a complete surprise to the reader. It's an important book which I don't think has received its just deserts. Read it.
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August 11, 2016Did you ever mount a bicycle from the right?
. . . is a question posed in this novel. And I have to confess, thinking about that, that I never have. But I am a small sample size and, I must confess, not a rider of bicycles. Then again, I am a frequent user of an elliptical machine, and I have only mounted that from the left. I have fallen off it both left and right but that is a different matter.
I tried this book a long time ago and I didn't make it to the question of bicycle-mounting. But that was before 欧宝娱乐. You remember 欧宝娱乐, don't you? That was that wonderful site for book lovers before Amazon bought it and now filled the homepage up with so much advertising and recommendations (they clearly don't know me, by the way) that it looks like the jumpsuit of a Nascar driver.
I also pitched this book, previously, before I got to the explanation of 'atomic theory'. 'Atomic theory' is like DNA explained by a writer who knows what time the bars open but not when they close. He got the little pieces in every big piece part right, but then it morphs into a DNA exchange. Like, if a hammer hits a nail, the atoms of the hammer move into the nail and the atoms of the nail move into the hammer. Little bit by little bit. This works with humans (more or less) and bicycles. Sit on a bicycle seat and start pedaling and you slowly become a bicycle, just as the bicycle slowly becomes you.
As I mentioned above, however, since I do not ride a bicycle anymore, it is more likely that I am becoming an elliptical machine (and he, me), although it is far more likely that I will become a golf cart, which I can mount from either right or left, though I prefer to drive.
You can see that you would be wise to regulate your irregularity instantaneously.
This was my second try at The Third Policeman, and I was successful in completing the reading. I did this thanks to the vagaries of air travel which has you board in Seattle but then fly straight south to Los Angeles and then north by northeast to Pittsburgh, with a layover, giving me a full day to read this without any serious distraction except for the Russian accent in the seat behind me on the second leg, which may or may not have been a wooden leg, I don't know, but he couldn't shut up.*
The book was a fascinating pancake and a conundrum of great incontinence, a phenomenon of the first rarity. **
You want to know what it was about? It was Hell, I tell ya.
____________________
*I boarded the plane from the left. This is universal, I think, even if bicycle-boarding is not.
**The first-person protagonist of this novel, in addition to being a first-chapter murderer, has written an analysis of the works of the de Selby, of whom it was said, "the beauty of reading a page of de Selby is that it leads one inescapably to the happy conviction that one is not, of all nincompoops, the greatest." I liked this book best for its wry, self-deprecating humor.
. . . is a question posed in this novel. And I have to confess, thinking about that, that I never have. But I am a small sample size and, I must confess, not a rider of bicycles. Then again, I am a frequent user of an elliptical machine, and I have only mounted that from the left. I have fallen off it both left and right but that is a different matter.
I tried this book a long time ago and I didn't make it to the question of bicycle-mounting. But that was before 欧宝娱乐. You remember 欧宝娱乐, don't you? That was that wonderful site for book lovers before Amazon bought it and now filled the homepage up with so much advertising and recommendations (they clearly don't know me, by the way) that it looks like the jumpsuit of a Nascar driver.
I also pitched this book, previously, before I got to the explanation of 'atomic theory'. 'Atomic theory' is like DNA explained by a writer who knows what time the bars open but not when they close. He got the little pieces in every big piece part right, but then it morphs into a DNA exchange. Like, if a hammer hits a nail, the atoms of the hammer move into the nail and the atoms of the nail move into the hammer. Little bit by little bit. This works with humans (more or less) and bicycles. Sit on a bicycle seat and start pedaling and you slowly become a bicycle, just as the bicycle slowly becomes you.
As I mentioned above, however, since I do not ride a bicycle anymore, it is more likely that I am becoming an elliptical machine (and he, me), although it is far more likely that I will become a golf cart, which I can mount from either right or left, though I prefer to drive.
You can see that you would be wise to regulate your irregularity instantaneously.
This was my second try at The Third Policeman, and I was successful in completing the reading. I did this thanks to the vagaries of air travel which has you board in Seattle but then fly straight south to Los Angeles and then north by northeast to Pittsburgh, with a layover, giving me a full day to read this without any serious distraction except for the Russian accent in the seat behind me on the second leg, which may or may not have been a wooden leg, I don't know, but he couldn't shut up.*
The book was a fascinating pancake and a conundrum of great incontinence, a phenomenon of the first rarity. **
You want to know what it was about? It was Hell, I tell ya.
____________________
*I boarded the plane from the left. This is universal, I think, even if bicycle-boarding is not.
**The first-person protagonist of this novel, in addition to being a first-chapter murderer, has written an analysis of the works of the de Selby, of whom it was said, "the beauty of reading a page of de Selby is that it leads one inescapably to the happy conviction that one is not, of all nincompoops, the greatest." I liked this book best for its wry, self-deprecating humor.
May 21, 2008
Before I begin, let me warn you.
***DO NOT READ THE INTRODUCTION UNTIL AFTER YOU HAVE READ THE NOVEL** I made the mistake of reading the intro first, and that intro contains a spoiler. It gave away the entire premise of the novel. So I feel like I was gyped a bit here.
That being said, even tho I read the novel knowing the outcome, it didnt ruin the story for me at all.
TTP is hung up on de Selby (who is this dude?) some of his theories. Here are a few that really interested me: He felt that roads have a distinct direction they travel in. And you can feel if you are traveling them in the correct direction. Also, he believes that when you look in a mirror, you see a younger version of yourself. and if you take two mirrors and face them into themselves, where they reflect endless reflections, you will be able to see youself grow younger and younger thru each reflection. These are not touched very much in the novel, but were unique enough in and of themselves that I felt I would mention them.
And then there is the whole sharing atoms thing.This is a point of focus throughout the novel: If you ride a bicycle too often, pcs of the bike get passed into you, and you into it. Thus making a bike act humanish and a human act bikeish, until there is no way to tell the difference between the two. Same goes for the road. If you walk too much, you loose pcs of yourself to the road, and the road comes into you..... Still with me?
Overall, the book grips the reader and refuses to let go. It is creepy, confusing, and a touch haunting. I may have to pick up more from this author if they are written anything like this one!
***DO NOT READ THE INTRODUCTION UNTIL AFTER YOU HAVE READ THE NOVEL** I made the mistake of reading the intro first, and that intro contains a spoiler. It gave away the entire premise of the novel. So I feel like I was gyped a bit here.
That being said, even tho I read the novel knowing the outcome, it didnt ruin the story for me at all.
TTP is hung up on de Selby (who is this dude?) some of his theories. Here are a few that really interested me: He felt that roads have a distinct direction they travel in. And you can feel if you are traveling them in the correct direction. Also, he believes that when you look in a mirror, you see a younger version of yourself. and if you take two mirrors and face them into themselves, where they reflect endless reflections, you will be able to see youself grow younger and younger thru each reflection. These are not touched very much in the novel, but were unique enough in and of themselves that I felt I would mention them.
And then there is the whole sharing atoms thing.This is a point of focus throughout the novel: If you ride a bicycle too often, pcs of the bike get passed into you, and you into it. Thus making a bike act humanish and a human act bikeish, until there is no way to tell the difference between the two. Same goes for the road. If you walk too much, you loose pcs of yourself to the road, and the road comes into you..... Still with me?
Overall, the book grips the reader and refuses to let go. It is creepy, confusing, and a touch haunting. I may have to pick up more from this author if they are written anything like this one!
December 12, 2022
Second time through this did not knock me sideways as much as it did when I first read it aged 17/18 - but then so many more strange ducks have swum through me noggin since then. Still wonderfully its own ouroborosian oddity.
November 6, 2019
Inspired, hilarious lunacy with a savage edge, and absolutely and unmistakably unique.
鈥楾he first beginnings of wisdom,鈥� he said, 鈥榠s to ask questions but never to answer any. You get wisdom from asking and I from not answering. Would you believe that there is a great increase in crime in this locality? Last year we had sixty-nine cases of no lights and four stolen. This year we have eighty-two cases of no lights, thirteen cases of riding on the footpath and four stolen. There was one case of wanton damage to a three-speed gear, there is sure to be a claim at the next Court and the area of charge will be the parish. Before the year is out there is certain to be a pump stolen, a very depraved and despicable manifestation of criminality and a blot on the county.鈥�
鈥業ndeed,鈥� I said.
鈥楾he first beginnings of wisdom,鈥� he said, 鈥榠s to ask questions but never to answer any. You get wisdom from asking and I from not answering. Would you believe that there is a great increase in crime in this locality? Last year we had sixty-nine cases of no lights and four stolen. This year we have eighty-two cases of no lights, thirteen cases of riding on the footpath and four stolen. There was one case of wanton damage to a three-speed gear, there is sure to be a claim at the next Court and the area of charge will be the parish. Before the year is out there is certain to be a pump stolen, a very depraved and despicable manifestation of criminality and a blot on the county.鈥�
鈥業ndeed,鈥� I said.
June 23, 2011
鈥楾is an odd little book, this one, with elements of the supernatural mixed with wry observations and assorted bits of absurdity. It was written by Irishman Brian O鈥橬olan under the pen name Flann O鈥橞rien back in 1940, but wasn鈥檛 published until after his death in 1967. Since I鈥檝e never read anything like it, I don鈥檛 quite know how to compare it. If pressed, though, I鈥檇 say it鈥檚 like James Joyce for the lilt, Camus for the angst, and Lewis Carroll for the false logic. The most enjoyable parts for me were from the realm of pseudo-science. The principal character and narrator, who never gave his name, met a group of policemen down in what amounted to Alice鈥檚 rabbit hole. One of the officers was a master craftsman of infinitesimals. For instance, he had a lance with such a sharp point that you could feel it stick you before you could see it touch your skin. In another fun distortion of science, the policeman gets us all to agree that the image you see in the mirror is an ever-so-slightly younger version of yourself given travel times of light. Therefore, if you have a mirror reflecting an opposite mirror which itself has an image of the first mirror, and the mutual reflections continue on and on, you can see arbitrarily far back in time.
The temptation in reviewing this story is to give away the same spoiler that the egghead/bonehead who wrote the introduction did. I would urge you to either skip the intro to this edition, or read it afterwards. I鈥檒l mention a somewhat smaller spoiler instead. Much of the story is set in a kind of wackadoo hell; one where just deserts are applied.
My new habit with stars is to round down. Maybe I鈥檓 reaching a stingier age. Or it could be that a recent spate of really good books has lifted my bar. This one gets 3.5 for its offbeat entertainment value, but falls short of full marks since any of the life themes that might have been given some heft instead floated off, into the fictive ether.
The temptation in reviewing this story is to give away the same spoiler that the egghead/bonehead who wrote the introduction did. I would urge you to either skip the intro to this edition, or read it afterwards. I鈥檒l mention a somewhat smaller spoiler instead. Much of the story is set in a kind of wackadoo hell; one where just deserts are applied.
My new habit with stars is to round down. Maybe I鈥檓 reaching a stingier age. Or it could be that a recent spate of really good books has lifted my bar. This one gets 3.5 for its offbeat entertainment value, but falls short of full marks since any of the life themes that might have been given some heft instead floated off, into the fictive ether.
March 24, 2019
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August 16, 2024
I was really excited about reading The Third Policeman and wasn't sure what to expect. I quickly found that it was much too chaotic for me so it became more tedious than entertaining.
February 13, 2022
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賵賯鬲蹖 "鬲卅賵乇蹖 丕鬲賲蹖" 貙 "丿賵爻賱亘蹖"貙 "噩賵(乇賵丨賽 乇丕賵蹖賲賵賳)"貙 "丕賵賲賳蹖賵賲"貙 "亘丕夭丿蹖丿 丕夭 丕亘丿蹖鬲" 貙 "倬蹖乇 賲鬲乇夭"貙 "噩毓亘賴 丌亘" 貙 "爻賵賲蹖賳 倬賱蹖爻 賵 .... 賲蹖禺賵賳蹖貙 丿蹖诏賴
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