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Money av Martin Amis
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Money (urspr publ 1984; utgåvan 1986)

av Martin Amis

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Porn freak and jetsetter, John Self, is the shameless heir to a fast-food culture where money beats out an invitation to futile self-gratification. Out in New York, mingling with the mighty, Self is embroiled in the corruption, the brutality and the obscenity of the money conspiracy.
Medlem:ameer_m
Titel:Money
Författare:Martin Amis
Info:Penguin (Non-Classics) (1986), Paperback, 368 pages
Samlingar:Ditt bibliotek
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Taggar:Ingen/inga

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    Bad News av Edward St Aubyn (shaunie)
    shaunie: Both have a dissolute main character going to pieces in NYC! Amis's book has much more meat on its bones, although both are very well written.
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    Ursinne av Salman Rushdie (vsnunez)
    vsnunez: Both are clever, well-written tales of modern life from a British point of view, but set largely in NYC
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an ebb and flow of contempt and sympathy. ..mostly contempt. ( )
  stravinsky | Dec 28, 2020 |
This book, written in 1984, is a book about the author's experience of writing a script for for Saturn 3 a British sci fi movie. Though Martin Amis is an extremely talented and witty writer, reading the garbage is like immersing self in a cess pool. The protagonist is John Self, a john is a toilet. This narrator has every type of addiction and is filled with swearing, profane language, racist, misogynist themes.

Why is this book on lists such as;
Time's All-Time 100 Novels selection
The Observer's 100 Greatest Novels of All Time (90)
Guardian 1000 (Comedy)
1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die (2006/2008/2010/2012 Edition)
The Modern Library: the 200 best novels in English since 1950 (1980s)
Orange Prize for Fiction's "50 Essential Reads by Contemporary Authors"
BookDepository's 100 Best Books Ever
The Observer's 100 Best Novels (93)
David Bowie's Top 100 (1984)

Rating 3.4 stars (achieved points because it is witty/legacy/achievement. Points lost for readability/cess pool experience. ( )
  Kristelh | Dec 6, 2020 |
This is a very easily read book. Very reminiscent to the style of Palahniuk, Lipsyte and Vonnegut, this is a tale told by an I, a 34-year-old Englishman named John Self, who is employed in the pornography trade. As he delves into the USA he becomes set in old ways.

Refreshed by a brief blackout, I got to my feet and went next door. The mirror looked on, quite unimpressed, as I completed a series of rethinks in the hired glare of the windowless bathroom. I cleaned my teeth, combed my rug, clipped my nails, bathed my eyes, gargled, showered, shaved, changed — and still looked like shit. Jesus,'I'm so fat these days. I tell you, I appal myself in the tub and on the can. I sit slumped on the ox-collar seat like a clutch of plumbing, the winded boiler of a thrashed old tramp. How did it happen? It can't just be all the booze and the quick food I put away. No, I must have been pencilled in for this a long time ago. My dad isn't fat. My mother wasn't either. What's the deal? Can money fix it? I need my whole body drilled down and repaired, replaced. I need my body capped is what I need. I'm going to do it, too, the minute I hit the money.

It's a bit Dashiell Hammett, too. The sleuth. But no sleuthing here, just living. Self, with his money in the pocket, trying to find Selina, seemingly the woman of his dreams. Is he sure? How can he be? Self's an alcoholic, always on the bend, never on the mend.

Extremity is the only element of surprise. Hit them with everything. No quarter.

It feels as though Amis has given it his all to write a daily diary as though the alcoholic I is a child, a no-gooder who doesn't remember and gets told of what he's been through and deserves. At times this works, other times it feels like a dull knife, an author jaded and not driven by anything than a deadline:

At once I grimly instigated my miracle flu cure. You go to bed, wrap up warm, and drink a bottle of scotch. Technically it's meant to be half a bottle, but I wanted to make absolutely sure.

Amis even writes himself into the book, running into the I a few times.

'Your dad, he's a writer too, isn't he? Bet that made it easier.'
'Oh, sure. It's just like taking over the family pub.'
'Uh?'
'Time,' said the man behind the bar. 'Time. Time.'

...which is something I don't think works very well. But considering Amis' slow, rambling style without loads of sentences directly aimed to thrash the reader, it's an easy get-by. You simply wait for the next good thing.

So what is the next good thing in this book? There's no real plot. There's no magical "oh!" in it. It simply is, without much effect. It owes quite a lot to alcoholism and noir detective stories.

Other times, Amis seems to aim for yob wordplay:

The French, they say, live to eat. The English, on the other hand, eat to die.

And at a few times, it's funny, as when Self meets his dad:

'I want you to meet Vron.'
'Vron?' He's doing it with robots now, I thought. He halted me with a tug of my hair.
'Yeah. Vron,' he said. 'Now you behave.'

Vron sounded bad enough when I said it. My father has trouble pronouncing his r's, owing to some palate fuck-up or gob-gimmick. Vron sounded a good deal worse when he said it.

And the drunkenness goes on, which is the strength of this book, in a way:

Martina sighed. 'You were drunk. You know, it's quite a lot to ask, to spend a whole evening with someone who's drunk.'

... I had always known the truth of this, of course. Drunks know the truth of this. But usually people are considerate enough not to bring it up. The truth is very tactless. That's the trouble with these non-alcoholics — you never know what they're going to say next. Yes, a rum type, the sober: unpredictable, blinkered and selective. But we cope with them as best we can.

His inadvertent/blind chase for Martina, a girl who actually cares for him, seems to pass his blind face by.

All in all: entertaining and worth the read, but I really would have preferred a hefty amount of editing. ( )
  pivic | Mar 20, 2020 |
There is a species of book that works better in the era it was written during, but which does not age very well. Maybe that's what happened here?

Or more likely this book was probably crappy from day one.

It's not getting more than 20 pages out of my life.
  reg_lt | Feb 7, 2020 |
Quite gamey and raw, with a hefty amount of conceit; characters addressing the reader, the author appearing in the narrative. I hesitate to give it four stars, also not one for family viewing or the church library, but the writing is very good. ( )
  charlie68 | Dec 5, 2019 |
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"the best celebrity novel I know: the stars who demand and wheedle their way across his plot seem less like caricature and more like photorealism every year."
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This is a suicidal note. By the time you lay it aside (and you should always read these things slowly, on the lookout for clues or give-aways), John Self will no longer exist. Or at any rate that's the idea. You never can tell, though, with suicide notes, can you? In the planetary aggregate of all life, there are many more suicide notes than there are suicides. They're like poems in that respect, suicide notes: nearly everyone tries their hand at them some time, with or without the talent. We all write them in our heads. Usually the note is the thing. You complete it, and then resume your time travel. It is the note and not the life that is cancelled out. Or the other way round. Or death. You never can tell, though, can you, with suicide notes.

To whom is the note addressed? To Martina, to Fielding, to Vera, to Alec, to Selina, to Barry - to John Self? No. It is meant for you out there, the dear, the gentle. 

M.A.
London, September 1981
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