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Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close: A Novel Kindle Edition
Nine-year-old Oskar Schell embarks on an urgent, secret mission that will take him through the five boroughs of New York. His goal is to find the lock that matches a mysterious key that belonged to his father, who died in the World Trade Center on the morning of September 11. This seemingly impossible task will bring Oskar into contact with survivors of all sorts of an exhilarating, affecting, often hilarious, and ultimately healing journey. With humor, tenderness, and awe, Jonathan Safran Foer confronts the traumas of our country's difficult history.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherMariner Books Classics
- Publication dateSeptember 3, 2013
- Reading age14 years and up
- File size28790 KB
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Technical issues are more cut and dried. Oskars voice, for all of its precocity, overall fails to draw the reader in. Instead of portraying the world through Oskars eyes, Foer spins the reader around in the boys head, a claustrophobic world of lists and fears. The inclusion of photos makes the dearth of visual writing that much more glaring. This flatness extends to other characters as well. This can be forgiven in a book with such a large cast (there are 262 Blacks in the New York City phone book). But many grumble that the caricatures include two main characters, the Schell grandparents.
It is easy to aim critics complaints about Oskars precocity at Foer himself; all recognize this young authors great talent. Many admire Foers reach for something grand, even as they acknowledge that he hasnt fully accomplished his task in this novel.
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A Best Book of the Year
Los Angeles Times, Washington Post Book World, Chicago Tribune, St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Rocky Mountain News
Energetic, inventive, and ambitious . . . an uplifting myth born of the sorrows of 9/11. Boston Globe
Jonathan Safran Foer emerged as one of the most original writers of his generation with his best-selling debut novel, Everything Is Illuminated. Now, with humor, tenderness, and awe, he confronts the traumas of our recent history.
Nine-year-old Oskar Schell has embarked on an urgent, secret mission that will take him through the five boroughs of New York. His goal is to find the lock that matches a mysterious key that belonged to his father, who died in the World Trade Center on the morning of September 11. This seemingly impossible task will bring Oskar into contact with survivors of all sorts on an exhilarating, affecting, often hilarious, and ultimately healing journey.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a miracle, a daybreak, a man on the moon. It's so impeccably imagined, so courageously executed, so everlastingly moving and fine. Baltimore Sun
Foer is definitely a new sort of literary warrior virtuosic, visionary, ingenious, hilarious, heartbreaking. He brings an astonishing array of firepower to the page. Village Voice
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER is the author of the novels Everything is Illuminated and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and a work of nonfiction, Eating Animals. His books have won numerous awards and have been translated into 36 languages. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.
About the Author
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What about a teakettle? What if the
spout opened and closed when the
steam came out, so it would become a
mouth, and it could whistle pretty
melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just
crack up with me? I could invent a
teakettle that reads in Dad's voice, so
I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of
kettles that sings the chorus of "Yellow
Submarine," which is a song by the
Beatles, who I love, because entomology
is one of my raisons d'être, which
is a French expression that I know.
Another good thing is that I could train
my anus to talk when I farted. If I
wanted to be extremely hilarious, I'd
train it
to say, "Wasn't me!" every time I made
an incredibly bad fart. And if I ever
made an incredibly bad fart in the Hall
of Mirrors, which is in Versailles,
which is outside of Paris, which is in
France, obviously, my anus would
say, "Ce n'étais pas moi!"
What about little microphones? What if
everyone swallowed them,
and they played the sounds of our hearts
through little speakers, which could
be in the pouches of our overalls? When
you skateboarded down the street at
night you could hear everyone's
heartbeat, and they could hear yours,
sort of
like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder
if everyone's hearts would start to
beat at the same time, like how women
who live together have their
menstrual periods at the same time,
which I know about, but don't really
want to know about. That would be so
weird, except that the place in the
hospital where babies are born would
sound like a crystal chandelier in a
houseboat, because the babies wouldn't
have had time to match up their
heartbeats yet. And at the finish line
at the end of the New York City
Marathon it would sound like war.
And also, there are so many times when
you need to make a
quick escape, but humans don't have
their own wings, or not yet, anyway, so
what about a birdseed shirt?
Anyway.
My first jujitsu class was three and a
half months ago. Self-
defense was something that I was
extremely curious about, for obvious
reasons, and Mom thought it would be
good for me to have a physical activity
besides tambourining, so my first
jujitsu class was three and a half months
ago. There were fourteen kids in the
class, and we all had on neat white
robes. We practiced bowing, and then we
were all sitting down Native
American style, and then Sensei Mark
asked me to go over to him. "Kick my
privates," he told me. That made me feel
self-conscious. "Excusez-moi?" I
told him. He spread his legs and told
me, "I want you to kick my privates as
hard as you can." He put his hands at
his sides, and took a breath in, and
closed his eyes, and that's how I knew
that actually he meant
business. "Jose," I told him, and inside
I was thinking, What the? He told
me, "Go on, guy. Destroy my privates."
"Destroy your privates?" With his
eyes still closed he cracked up a lot
and said, "You couldn't destroy my
privates if you tried. That's what's
going on here. This is a demonstration of
the well-trained body's ability to
absorb a direct blow. Now destroy my
privates." I told him, "I'm a pacifist,"
and since most people my age don't
know what that means, I turned around
and told the others, "I don't think it's
right to destroy people's privates.
Ever." Sensei Mark said, "Can I ask you
something?" I turned back around and
told him, " 'Can I ask you something?'
is asking me something." He said, "Do
you have dreams of becoming a
jujitsu master?" "No," I told him, even
though I don't have dreams of running
the family jewelry business anymore. He
said, "Do you want to know how a
jujitsu student becomes a jujitsu
master?" "I want to know everything," I
told
him, but that isn't true anymore either.
He told me, "A jujitsu student
becomes a jujitsu master by destroying
his master's privates." I told
him, "That's fascinating." My last
jujitsu class was three and a half months
ago.
I desperately wish I had my tambourine
with me now, because
even after everything I'm still wearing
heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to
play a good beat. My most impressive
song that I can play on my tambourine
is "The Flight of the Bumblebee," by
Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov, which is also
the ring tone I downloaded for the cell
phone I got after Dad died. It's pretty
amazing that I can play "The Flight of
the Bumblebee," because you have to
hit incredibly fast in parts, and that's
extremely hard for me, because I don't
really have wrists yet. Ron offered to
buy me a five-piece drum set. Money
can't buy me love, obviously, but I
asked if it would have Zildjian cymbals. He
said, "Whatever you want," and then he
took my yo-yo off my desk and
started to walk the dog with it. I know
he just wanted to be friendly, but it
made me incredibly angry. "Yo-yo moi!" I
told him, grabbing it back. What I
really wanted to tell him was "You're
not my dad, and you never will be."
Isn't it so weird how the number of
dead people is increasing even
though the earth stays the same size, so
that one day there isn't going to be
room to bury anyone anymore? For my
ninth birthday last year, Grandma
gave me a subscription to National
Geographic, which she calls "the National
Geographic." She also gave me a white
blazer, because I only wear white
clothes, and it's too big to wear so it
will last me a long time. She also gave
me Grandpa's camera, which I loved for
two reasons. I asked why he didn't
take it with him when he left her. She
said, "Maybe he wanted you to have it."
I said, "But I was negative-thirty years
old." She said, "Still." Anyway, the
fascinating thing was that I read in
National Geographic that there are more
people alive now than have died in all
of human history. In other words, if
everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once,
they couldn't, because there aren't
enough skulls!
So what about skyscrapers for dead
people that were built down?
They could be underneath the skyscrapers
for living people that are built up.
You could bury people one hundred floors
down, and a whole dead world
could be underneath the living one.
Sometimes I think it would be weird if
there were a skyscraper that moved up
and down while its elevator stayed in
place. So if you wanted to go to the
ninety-fifth floor, you'd just press the 95
button and the ninety-fifth floor would
come to you. Also, that could be
extremely useful, because if you're on
the ninety-fifth floor, and a plane hits
below you, the building could take you
to the ground, and everyone could be
safe, even if you left your birdseed
shirt at home that day.
I've only been in a limousine twice
ever. The first time was terrible,
even though the limousine was wonderful.
I'm not allowed to watch TV at
home, and I'm not allowed to watch TV in
limousines either, but it was still
neat that there was a TV there. I asked
if we could go by school, so
Toothpaste and The Minch could see me in
a limousine. Mom said that
school wasn't on the way, and we
couldn't be late to the cemetery. "Why
not?" I asked, which I actually thought
was a good question, because if you
think about it, why not? Even though I'm
not anymore, I used to be an
atheist, which means I didn't believe in
things that couldn't be observed. I
believed that once you're dead, you're
dead forever, and you don't feel
anything, and you don't even dream. It's
not that I believe in things that can't
be observed now, because I don't. It's
that I believe that things are extremely
complicated. And anyway, it's not like
we were actually burying him, anyway.
Even though I was trying hard for it
not to, it was annoying me
how Grandma kept touching me, so I
climbed into the front seat and poked
the driver's shoulder until he gave me
some attention. "What. Is. Your.
Designation." I asked in Stephen Hawking
voice. "Say what?" "He wants to
know your name," Grandma said from the
back seat. He handed me his card.
GERALD THOMPSON
Sunshine Limousine
serving the five boroughs
(212) 570-7249
I handed him my card and told him,
"Greetings. Gerald. I. Am.
Oskar." He asked me why I was talking
like that. I told him, "Oskar's CPU is
a neural-net processor. A learning
computer. The more contact he has with
humans, the more he learns." Gerald
said, "O" and then he said "K." I
couldn't tell if he liked me or not, so
I told him, "Your sunglasses are one
hundred dollars." He said, "One
seventy-five." "Do you know a lot of curse
words?" "I know a couple." "I'm not
allowed to use curse
words." "Bummer." "What's 'bummer'? "
"It's a bad thing." "Do you
know 'shit'?" "That's a curse, isn't
it?" "Not if you say 'shiitake.' " "Guess
not." "Succotash my Balzac,
dipshiitake." Gerald shook his head and...
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About the author
Jonathan Safran Foer is the author of the bestseller Everything Is Illuminated, named Book of the Year by the Los Angeles Times and the winner of numerous awards, including the Guardian First Book Prize, the National Jewish Book Award, and the New York Public Library Young Lions Prize. Foer was one of Rolling Stone's "People of the Year" and Esquire's "Best and Brightest." Foreign rights to his new novel have already been sold in ten countries. The film of Everything Is Illuminated, directed by Liev Schreiber and starring Elijah Wood, will be released in August 2005. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close has been optioned for film by Scott Rudin Productions in conjunction with Warner Brothers and Paramount Pictures. Foer lives in Brooklyn, New York.
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We will all remember were we were on that day. And my own personal story, which pales next to others will always remain part of my psyche. I was away from home, on what was supposed to be a three day business trip. It turned into ten days away from my husband, my family, my friends. All of whom were suffering too in their own way and I couldn't console or find comfort in their presence.
Oskar Schell is a child with many autistic, compulsive traits. His mind is constantly racing. His father, his best friend is lost on 9/11 and Oskar bears a heavy burden. My heart broke for Oskar and his mother and grandmother. The loss of his father sets him on a wonderful journey, facing his fears and coming to terms with his loss. It is that part of the story that had me counting my own blessings.
This novel is a work of art. The speech patterns of the characters were rich and descriptive, letting us know so much about their traits and emotions. The photographs inserted in just the right spot to invested me even further in the story. A child shouldn't have to face such a devastating loss on this terrible day. I cheered for Oskar every step of the way. I wanted to hug him even though I knew his compulsive quirks would never allow it.
There are parts of this book that are difficult to read not because of the writing but because of the way the author chose to tell the story through photos and newspaper clippings. If that gets in your way, then watch the movie. It is the same heartwarming story told on the big screen. I loved the movie even more.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a story about life. Life is full of love and loss. Life is unpredictable. And no matter how hard we might try, we all make mistakes. But it is never too late to make amends.
In fact, I almost gave up on it early on, due to the style of writing used while 9-year-old Oskar is narrating. I don't know if there is a term which describes this style, so I'll use my own, referring to it as "run-on dialogue"; meaning, having the dialogue exchanges between characters appear consecutively on the same line without the use of standard narrative (pro)noun/verb pauses or breaks. I would quickly find myself unable to determine who was actually speaking at any given time, but, fortunately, I eventually got the hang of it. And I'm glad I did, because then it occurred to me that, while unusual, it was actually a pretty clever technique - it seemed very much like how a 9-year-old would write character dialogues. My appreciate for the style then grew into a complete sense of endearment towards Oskar: I found myself rooting for this kid, my heart often bleeding by the overwhelming emotions and drama - whether self-initiated or caused by others - this poor kid endured page after page. His phrase, "Heavy Boots", which he uses to describe something that is clearly heavy-duty clinical depression far beyond anything a 9-year-old boy should ever have to suffer, would bring me to tears whenever he descended into its awful darkness...and not just because of his endearing personality. Frequently, the events which brought on his "heavy boots" are very bipolar, so to speak, in that, while on some occasions they are truly depressing, but on others, they can be such that most people would not find them in the least bit depressing - and instead, quite the contrary. I hate to admit it, but that really hit too close to home, reminding me so much of myself at that age (I don't know what eventually happened - maybe I got conked on the head or something, because I'm really quite happy nowadays, thankfully). Sure, it can be sappy and maybe unlikely at times, but it's fiction; I'm not expecting a news story.
I guess the term "bipolar" is a theme for me with "Extremely Loud..." -I added it to my title after I realized how the words I had initially chosen for the title were at the opposite ends of the spectrum from each other. But it seems to be an appropriate summary for this book. Obviously, "uplifting" and "endearing" describes Oskar's character, for me at least. However, at the other end of the polarity spectrum, with "depressing" and "maddening" (or maybe I should use, "madding") is the character I found to be the Oskar's principal antagonist: his grandmother, who I blame for all the kid's emotional turmoil. This aside, the grandmother character also ushered in another writing style issue, during those chapters in which this character assumes the narrative. While I originally had been frustrated with Oskar's "run-on dialogue", I got used to it. Not the case with the grandmother's chapters: it remained frustrating throughout, and my annimosity towards this narrative style was compounded by my absolute dislike for the character. That a grandmother would ever think it's not only APPROPRIATE, but NECESSARY to share her life's rather depressing story in all its sordid details-including the details of her sex life with Oskar's grandfather-with a 9-year-old boy is beyond me. Okay, you're absolutely right: it's just a book, a work of fiction, and I'm probably getting a bit too upset by it. But, at least I have a valid reason for my dislike for her. Aside from that, however, I completely failed to see the relevance of the grandmother's chapters to the rest of the story, other than to serve as a complete distraction (or even filler). Early on in the book, perhaps after her 2nd chapter or so, was to simply click on the "Page Forward" button on my Kindle...continuing to do so until I got to the last couple of sentences of the particular chapter. Only then would I resume focused reading again. Having done this for the rest of the book, I can say in all honesty that I'm none the worse for having skipped past all these parts. (Update on 2/13: I saw the movie last night. It appears the director and/or producer may have felt the same way I did, for in it, the grandmother character was just above that of an extra, her chapters from the book having been completely omitted.)
So, I guess I can say I really enjoyed this book after all - once I figured out how to self-edit it. Perhaps some of the folks who gave the book a less-than-stellar review might want to give it another go-around, using the technique I discovered for myself.
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Reviewed in Italy on January 10, 2022
I bought this book for all my friends!