Category Archives: Koestler

Darkness at Noon Unexpectedly Good

I liked Darkness at Noon,  really liked it.  As I write this post, I am trying to understand why I enjoyed a book about such a oppressive place and time in history.  As I discussed, I did use the time to look into Russia history to determine if this book paralleled any portion of the Bolsveik revolution.  I love learning something new maybe that was it?  No.  Not quite.

Maybe it is growing up in the suburbs of  Washington, DC.  I found this book full of political intrigue. Or as I call it “The Game”. Politics is a game, a brutal game and those that win are in power, the losers analyze The Game and where they mis-stepped. Some would call it the organizational culture and the social norms of your place of employment.  I am telling you it all is The Game. You know what I am talking about – all the unwritten rules to get ahead, who to be aligned with, who to not socialize with – pick a side, like in dodge ball.  Hope you pick the right side.  Yet what do you do when your alliances make you successful, you win The Game, right?  Maybe not… the rules continue to evolve and change.

Darkness at Noon is a book about The Game and how the rules of The Game can change as alliances change. In this story we follow the demise of the idealists as The Game changed.  The new regime was setting the rules and our main character is the last survivor of the old regime.  He played The Game as long as he could yet he questions the rules and the purpose as he knew them.  Were all the horrible things he did really not for the greater good?  I think he tired of politics and keeping up with the ever changing rules choosing instead to convince himself of the idealists view and taking the high moral ground (in his view). Or did he simply convince himself he won and ease his conscience?  Regardless, he gives in to The Game and lets it play out to his last move.  Brilliantly played, brilliantly told!

What do you think?

Grab a book, ANY book and READ!!!


Bleating = Blog Cheating!

I was inspired by Cristian’s Blog Post Opening Lines.  Bleating = Blog Cheating!  I loved Cristian’s post so I stole it, added it to mine, gave it my flair and TA DA – it’s mine.  All mine, mine, mine!!

You know I had to check on ours so far.  And here they are.  I hate to say it but my nod goes to James Joyce, “The Portrait of Young Artist?”  Who else could start a serious novel with Mookows?

Which is your favorite?

1.  Ulyssess –

STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

2.  The Great Gatsby

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

3. Portrait of a Young Artist

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo…

4. Lolita

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

5. Brave New World

A squat grey building of only thirty-four storeys. Over the main entrance the words “Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre” and, in a shield, the World State’s Motto: “Community, Identity, Stability”.

6. The Sound and the Fury

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

7.  Catch-22

It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.

8.  Darkness at Noon

The cell door slammed behind Rubashov.

9.  Sons and Lovers

‘The Bottoms’ succeeded to ‘Hell Row’.

10.  The Grapes of Wrath (I count this as me starting this novel!)

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.