החלטתי לחזור ולקרוא את ספרו הראשון של ברט 50 שנה אחרי שקראתי אותו לראשונה והתאהבתי. יש הצדקה מוחלטת לקרוא ספר שוב אחרי 50 שנה. ראשית כי מי שקורא אותו זה מישהו אחר לגמרי ושנית כי מי זוכר משהו אחרי חמישים שנה. במקרה הזה היה עוד עניין - לבחון האם הכתיבה המיוחדת של ברט שהיתה כל כך פרי המאה העשרים עדיין תקיפה היום. גזר הדין - כן אבל. נהניתי מאוד לקרוא. לפעמים חשבתי שהוא מגזים בסיבוכיות ללא צורך. חלק מהדברים אמנם התיישנו ובכל זאת יש גם היום לספר ערך ועניין רב. ( )

Post modernism literature. This is the author's first book, written in 1955 and published 1956 or 1957. I find discrepancy on publication date. Written when the author was 24. It is a first person reminiscence of the day that the protagonist Todd Andrews decides to commit suicide. It is a story of one day in Todd's life when he is 27. He tells us right away in the beginning that he doesn't really off himself. He rambles on about building boats, love triangles, lawsuits, Hamlet's indecision. There is quite a bit of humor in this book about suicide. I actually liked the commentary on suicide at the end and felt that it reflects the truth that suicide is not logical. For postmodern literature, this one was a bit more readable than some. I give it 3.5 stars and probably will read the next one The End of The Road sometime as both were included with this audible. Narrator did a good job. ( )

Brillante e divertente, Barth promette bene. Richiede attenzione per i frequenti cambiamenti di registro, e tenta di farti scivolare giu' da surf nel quale ti sistema. Con un poco di attenzione si arriva in fondo all'onda, divertendosi.
Come dice la curatrice, forse qui e' ancora acerbo, quindi sara' un piacere, tra qualche tempo, recuperare le opere mature. ( )

A sharp book, dealing with Barth's contention that life is an absurd declaration of faith. There's no great reason why we do anything, and we fall into actions impelled by very small considerations, while waiting for its end. Our hero runs us through the day 17 years earlier, when he decided not to commit suicide, he's still not sure why...
Life is a showboat, floating downstream, while we only catch quick snatches of the performance from the shore... ( )

I read The Floating Opera as part of the two-volume collection with The End of the Road, and I only discovered later that the version I read differed from the one originally published. The later version restored a darker ending that seemed more appropriate to the black humor of the story. It also made for a better pairing with existential void at the center of The End of the Road. Both books continue to resonate for me not so much for their overall effect as for the sharpness of certain ideas or imagery. ( )