Ice In this haunting and surreal novel the narrator and a man known as the warden search for an elusive girl in a frozen seemingly post nuclear apocalyptic landscape The country has been invaded and is

  • Title: Ice
  • Author: Anna Kavan
  • ISBN: 9780720612684
  • Page: 239
  • Format: Paperback
  • In this haunting and surreal novel, the narrator and a man known as the warden search for an elusive girl in a frozen, seemingly post nuclear, apocalyptic landscape The country has been invaded and is being governed by a secret organization There is destruction everywhere great walls of ice overrun the world Together with the narrator, the reader is swept into a hallucIn this haunting and surreal novel, the narrator and a man known as the warden search for an elusive girl in a frozen, seemingly post nuclear, apocalyptic landscape The country has been invaded and is being governed by a secret organization There is destruction everywhere great walls of ice overrun the world Together with the narrator, the reader is swept into a hallucinatory quest for this strange and fragile creature with albino hair Acclaimed upon its 1967 publication as the best science fiction book of the year, this extraordinary and innovative novel has subsequently been recognized as a major work of literature in its own right.

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    1. “As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.” Her hair was a blizzard, a shimmering cascade of pale luminous moonlight. She was fragile as if made of glass and crystal, built like a waif with pallid skin and bruised eyes. She is an ice sculpture carved out of a glacier that is shattered and reassembled time and time again. He needs her, desires her, craves her. He wants to clench the slende [...]

    2. Note: This was just as good on the re-read‘I was afraid the dream might turn out to be real…. Something in her demanded victimization and terror, so she corrupted my dreams, led me into dark places I had no wish to explore. It was no longer clear to me which of us was the victim. Perhaps we were victims of one another.Stunningly surreal and chilling, Anna Kavan’s final novel, Ice, is a frightening plunge into the icy darkness of the human mind and heart. Written with a fitful urgency, the [...]

    3. In this extraordinary novel, Anna Kavan captures the claustrophobic feeling of being caught in a nightmare. The nameless narrator relates a fragmented story of searching for a beautiful, very thin woman with silver hair, who is also under the control of a powerful man, sometimes called the warden. The setting is an unnamed country, in which informers hide in dark corners and people look anxiously over their shoulders for some unspecified threat. The narrator provides a fragmented depiction of an [...]

    4. "Gerçeklik benim için her zaman bilinmez nitelikte bir şey olmuştu. Zaman zaman rahatsız edici olabiliyordu bu." (s.22)Okurken dahi insanı üşüten, titreten bu kitap bir bulmaca! Bir labirent! Nasıl mı?Açıkçası ben kitap hakkında daha önce yazılan yorumların çoğuna katılmıyorum. Yankı Enki'nin 19 Eylül 2014'te bu kitap hakkında yazdığı yorumda;" [] adını ya da nereden geldiğini bilmediğimiz gizemli bir kahramanın arayış ve yolculuk öyküsünü anlatıyor. Aray [...]

    5. It’s difficult to determine which parts of Ice are actually happening and which are hallucinated by our unnamed protagonist. Making it even more disoriented, the point-of-view dips away from first person occasionally, capturing events that happen (maybe?) when he isn’t present, only to snap right back to our protagonist’s perspective as if nothing happened. Although, maybe he was actually there the whole time, he’s not really sure himself. Sometimes, mid-book, his character takes on attr [...]

    6. I was lost, it was already dusk, I had been driving for hours and was practically out of petrol. The idea of being stranded on these lonely hills in the dark appalled me, so I was glad to see a signpost, and coast down to a garage. When I opened a window to speak to the attendant, the air outside was so cold that I turned up my collar. While he was filling the tank he commented on the weather. ‘Never known such cold in this month. Forecast says we’re in for a real bad freeze-up.’ Most of m [...]

    7. This book is insane. That is what needs to go on the back cover blurb, not some measly reference to ‘slipstream’. Christopher Priest, in the foreword, calls it slipstream and likens it to, among others, Christopher Nolan’s Memento. Talk about being wide off the mark. Memento is fragmented, sure, but its a jigsaw puzzle with crenulated edges that can be assembled in a post-mortem. This stuff: its a different league altogether.I need to talk about how I dream, if I am to convey the essence h [...]

    8. As soon as I started to hear about this book, I knew I had to read it: apocalyptic surrealist pseudo-sci-fi wherein a man seeks a women in a world gradually being engulfed by snow and ice. For whatever reason all-consuming ice has been very prominent in my personal symbology for well over a decade now (only recently noticed this trend, currently wondering how this happened). And it gets (justified) style/tone comparisons to Robbe-Grillet. And so it comes as very little surprise that I was totall [...]

    9. Elimde okunacak kitaplarım olmasına rağmen okuma yapamadığımda bazı yöntemlere başvuruyorum. Bunlardan biri de ilgimi çeken herhangi bir kitabı almak ve onu okumaya çalışmak.Geçen hafta yorumlarına güvendiğim ve ilgiyle takip ettiğim kullanıcılardan sevgiliM. tarafından bu kitap önerisini aldım. Geçen haftasonu da başka kitaplarla beraber satın aldım. Havanın bir anda soğuduğu ve eve resmen donarak döndüğüm, hasta olmama ramak kaldığı bir gece aldığım kit [...]

    10. I’m writing this in Word because my computer and both die or engage in any other manner of stupid at random, which I embarrassingly admit is taking a pretty decent toll on my general state of mental well-being. Anyway, I will be saving every 10 to 45 seconds, so forgive me if I sound a bit. Robotic. MS Word does not like “robotic” as a sentence entire, I’ll have you know. *save as – why_world_whyc*I have not been reading much lately, mostly due to a perk of my new-ish job being a delu [...]

    11. Luminous in the DarkEarly on, the male narrator discloses to us, "Reality had always been something of an unknown quantity to me."It’s hard to tell just how much of a dream, no, a nightmare, this novel is or will become, whether it's a recurrent dream, or whether it is more than that. The girl, his nameless, ageless obsession, the object of his pursuit, is brittle, fragile, shy, elusive, "her skin moonwhite, her face a moonstone, luminous in the darkher hair was astonishing, silver-white, an a [...]

    12. The atmosphere was changing round me; suddenly there was a chill, as if the warm air had passed over ice. I felt a sudden uncomprehended terror, like the sensation that comes in nightmares just before one begins to fall.As if written in one long, fretful breath, Ice plunges the reader directly into the cold dark waters of confusion. To say nothing is as it seems would be putting it lightly. Perception changes from one paragraph to the next, keeping us teetering and anxious. We meet, or think we [...]

    13. I chose this book because I heard somewhere that it was about ice apocalypse. In snowless England I wanted to read something to make me grateful for a mild climate (which I’m otherwise not that happy with). So yes, this book did make me appreciate a mild climate and also the fact I don’t do drugs (generally). I am yet to read a book which was published in the 60s and wasn’t completely bonkers. Our generation seems so tame and conservative in comparison. I can’t imagine contemporary big p [...]

    14. I had high hopes for this, but low expectations. I'd heard descriptions of it as hallucinogenic, fragmented, dislocating, with an apocalyptic-but-frustratingly-vague background. It sounds like a lot of potential--after all, many of the best books could arguably be described as hallucinogenic: a book and a hallucinogen both have in common the goal of transporting the subject to another reality. But in practice it rarely works out like this. When people say a book barely makes sense, but is still [...]

    15. "The weight of the gun in my pocket was reassuring."I think I'm going to be one of those famous last words people. Opening lines (Check what was this?) "I was lost." Anna Kavan's Ice spoke to my self destructive side. The fated victim and her determined destructors. There can be no joy, only a soul dark itch scratching from the feel of the blade on the skin. 'Ice' is like staring at unbroken skin and imagining the bleeding. The coldness is a burn of on the verge. Pursuit and no thrills. The narr [...]

    16. Modern klasiğe verilebilecek en iyi örneklerden olduğunu düşünüyorum bu kitabın. Tam filmi çekilesi, birden fazla okunası bir kitap. Okuduğum en ilginç kitaplardan biri. Çok fazla hikayesinden bahsetmek istemiyorum, bence okunmalı. Kitapta neler yok ki; distopya, bilim kurgu, korku, hayal gücü, gerçekle düşün karışması, zaman kayması, biraz Kafka tadı, dünyanın sonu, şiddet, kaos, savaşlar, aşk, soğuk, buz, Ortaya karışık Ne mi yok? İsimler yok, ülkeler yok, d [...]

    17. I partook in figure skating from as early as I can remember up until graduating from high school for the purposes of getting into a good college. For all that I have no interest in ever taking it up again, the sport of art was made up of characteristics that suited: solitude, lack of sun, conditions that both pushed to movement and desensitized to pain. Attested to by a multitude of scrapes, bruises, the odd broken bone and sliced up wrists of careless others, my aesthetic of action grew on a fr [...]

    18. What struck me most was the violence. Not the cataclysmic violence of an encroaching nuclear winter, or the senseless murder and destruction of wartime. It was the hand on an arm, the psychological hold of one person on another, the deer-in-headlights look of a woman whose ordained profession is that of "victim". Science fiction? Post-apocalyptic thriller? That was all atmosphere. Ultimately, I read Ice as a book about the push-and-pull of unhealthy, tortured relationships. It uncovers the lasti [...]

    19. She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.Likely 2.5 stars. Ice is a mess of symbols running amok amongst myriad time signatures, the headlines being transposed into morality fables and a strange girl with silver hair insisting for 209 pages that No Means No. Kavan deftly assembles a nightmarish sound stage. It certainly exhibits the slipping mechanics and logic of our slumbers. It simply grew flat. The Ice Age is c [...]

    20. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.This is the opening line of William Gibson's first novel, Neuromancer. It also sums up how I felt as I read Anna Kavan's Ice. I felt like I was watching an old analog television tuned to snow. If you look at it long enough it's kinda mesmerizing, isn't it? You begin to see patterns, things coalescing and breaking up. Kind of like the shades in this novel. I can't rightly call them characters as they never felt that way t [...]

    21. Fearsome and intense novella about obsession, searching, and war. Kavan writes ruthless things here, about inner desires which consume us and the slow death of the world. To put it bluntly: the windchill is -20 outside right now. She writes how that bitter cold feels.

    22. The first few pages of Kavan's novel were poorly written bordering on amateurish. If in a bookshop I was peeking in to see if I wanted to buy it I would have put it back and moved on. However, the respect I have for my GR friends and their excitement over Ice pushed me forward. The story of a man searching for a woman, befuddled as to the reasons why within ten more pages unfolds into the intensity of Kavan's imagery. The imagery opens itself up to a number of interpretations, the brutality of h [...]

    23. This month's post-apocalyptic book club selection!I actually read the 1974 paperback, but that cover is so bad that I just don't want to stare at it in my book list all year! (images-assets/books/13) That edition also features an introduction by Brian Aldiss, who is responsible for convincing Kavan to allow him to market her book as a science fiction title. It's kind of not, however.Also, I really wished that the introduction had been positioned as an afterword. It contains biographical informat [...]

    24. Zihnimde küçük bir odayı, görsel-düşsel bir damga olarak ömür boyu kalacak şekilde rezerve etmiştir. Bu açıdan farklı analizlerin ötesinde 'büyülü' kitaplar arasında sayarım. Büyük ağabeyleri Locus Solus gibi, Morel'in Buluşu gibi. Özel bir yazar, yaman bir metin.

    25. Evoking a spectral spell, channeling a disorienting dream: stark and ethereal, a visionary's vision of life drained of all but obsession and fear; and yet, notwithstanding all of the preceding, curiously unaffecting when the gelid intravenous rush has passed. Although Kavan comes with references to—and I can definitely detect traces of—Franz Kafka, Ice reminded me rather throughout of Ishiguro's The Unconsoled, though featuring a much darker and more malignant chaotic slippage. Its subzero s [...]

    26. Edit (104 days later): Despite my initial 3 star rating, I feel compelled to give this book another star. I must admit that Ice is still haunting me, as some of the strong images it aroused are still vivid in my mind. Few books have this power over me. ----------------------- While I found Ice to be an interesting read, with moments of pure beauty and originality, in the end I was glad it was over, because it had failed to keep me under its spell for its entirety. While being a short book, to me [...]

    27. "Kafka's sister" is how Anna Kavan gets described sometimes, and she shares Kafka's frustration, the feeling that the world makes no sense. One is not sure how to find what one is looking for; one is not even sure what one is looking for. One is not sure what one is doing, but it does not seem to be going well.All this was real, it was really happening, but with a quality of the unreal; it was reality happening in quite a different way. But "Kafka's sister" feels a little patronizing, doesn't it [...]

    28. Buz'un adına yaraşır bir şekilde insanı kaskatı yapan bir girişi var. Henüz ilk sayfayı okuduğumda o kaotik atmosferin içinde buldum kendimi. Kasvetli ve merak uyandırıcı bu dünyayı keşfetmeye koyuldum. Kitap düşle gerçeğin birbirine karıştığı,zamanda ileri geri atlamaların olduğu bir yapı üzerine kurulduğu için dikkatle okudum her satırını. Okuru hep diri tutan bu yapı kitabı sevmemi sağladı. Yoksa adını bile bilmediğim anlatıcının çok katmanlı ki [...]

    29. Buz Anlatması güç bir metin Okuru duygusuyla hemen saran, kitabı çözmeye davet eden, çarpıcı bir metinBir müzik olarak bende bıraktığı duyguyu Ian "Marvin" Graye'nin muhteşem kitap yorumundan alıntılayarak : Fever Ray - "If I Had A Heart" youtube/watch?v=UXF9uğlantısıyla tanımlayabilirim. Aynı yorumda, farklı müzik linkleri de verilmiş, size bir başkası uygun olabilir düşüncesiyle yoruma ulaşmanız için link aşağıda:/review/showKitap önce YKY tarafından bası [...]

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