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Death My Own Way
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- 12,99 €
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- 12,99 €
Publisher Description
Praise for Michael S. A. Graziano:
"Darkly inventive. . . . Graziano's grim allegory interrogates human existence with its visceral, sensuous description."—Publishers Weekly
"Not a word is wasted in this masterpiece . . . the finest in American literature."—Geekscribe
"A uniquely human story that proves humorous as well as thoughtful. Solid and very highly recommended."—Midwest Book Review
"A relatively short book, but its heart is huge."—Largehearted Boy
A man dying of cancer wanders naked into Central Park and embarks on a twisted, fetishistic, hilarious journey toward a deeper understanding of life. A story of vulnerability, brashness, and the universal need to find some comfort and philosophy before the journey ends.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Graziano (God Soul Mind Brain), a Princeton professor of neuroscience, writes with intelligence, mischief, pace, and economy, and seems to care little about telling a story. He uses a whiff of outrageous plot a naked, terminally ill man perches on a wall in Central Park to bat around the big questions. "What is love? What is art?" he asks playfully, though not frivolously. There is a bit more plot when a helpful woman, mistaking him for a suicide case, falls from his perch to her death. This accident turns blame on the man and the flurry of activity that follows allows him to flee deeper into the park, all the better to join the fun and provocative discussions that constitute the bulk of this book. In a touch of irony, the philosophic circle with whom he discusses not just love and art but also religion and death (he calls them "the committee"), are a ragtag group of homeless people, given names like Chair Lady, Knee, Guitar, and Bottle Rat. The kind of entertaining and piquant talk that you hope to hear in your favorite bar or on cable TV, but almost never do.