Review of the book “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.” Review of the script “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close brief description

The novel “Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close” by Jonathan Foer, a young but already terribly famous and incredibly talented American writer, is not entirely new in our book distribution, but very symbolic, especially for today. Minus some logical and factual errors, this book was an elegant attempt to talk about serious topics in a sentimental-tragic manner - and at the same time, an attempt couched in a fascinating, but overtly commercial form of fiction.

Lives in New York, Manhattan, a boy named Oscar Schell. He teaches French, understands classical music, doesn’t get along with peers, doesn’t watch TV (and therefore doesn’t know who Hermione Granger is, but he’s already read “ Brief history time" by Stephen Hawking), plays the tambourine, uses a rare film camera. His father is the head of a jewelry company, a smart and inventive man, tells his son bedtime stories and urban legends, hides treasures for him in Central Park and, of course, is best dad in the world.

And then, on the eleventh day of autumn, seven-year-old Oscar returns home and finds five messages from his father’s cell phone on his answering machine. The last message comes at ten hours, twenty-two minutes, twenty-seven seconds: in a minute and twenty-seven seconds, the Twin Towers, crumpled by explosions, will collapse, leaving the boy with an inescapable longing for the life that on September 11, 2001 changed forever.

Even after a year, I still find it terribly difficult to do some things, like take a shower (for some reason) and ride the elevator (of course). There are a whole bunch of things that annoy me, such as suspension bridges, germs, airplanes, fireworks, Arabs in the subway (even though I'm not a racist), Arabs in restaurants, cafes and others public places, scaffolding, drain and subway grates, abandoned bags, shoes, people with mustaches, smoke, knots, tall buildings, turbans. I often feel like I'm in the middle of a huge black ocean or outer space, but not like when you go crazy. Everything just becomes incredibly distant. It's worst at night. I started inventing different things and then I couldn’t stop, like the beavers I know about. People think that beavers cut down trees to build dams, but in fact, due to the fact that their teeth grow throughout their lives, and if they did not constantly grind them down by cutting down trees, their teeth would gradually grow into their faces, and then the beavers would be finished. It was the same with my brain.

“Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” is a story about the irreversibility of time and those disgusting scabs that, under its influence, form on the scratched soul of a person, regardless of age. For Oscar, an intelligent and eccentric child with a hypertrophied perception of the world, the internal struggle with grief does not begin with the psychotherapy sessions to which his mother takes him; no - at the moment when he finds an envelope with the name “Black” in his father’s room. Inside the envelope is a key to one of New York's 162 million locks, a secret connecting him with his dead father.

In his travels through the destinies of the many Blacks who inhabit the city, Oscar does not gain any special wisdom or, even less, relief from heart weights, although each of his new acquaintances turns out to be a person worthy of a separate book. All these people are in one way or another crippled by their sense of the past: an old man who has been driving a nail into the headboard of his bed every day for many years since his wife’s death, and a woman who is making a museum out of her apartment in honor of her still living husband; the caretaker of the Empire State Building who did not leave the top of the skyscraper and the unknown man who burst into tears only because he heard another person’s greeting on the intercom... Oscar’s experiences will not be put to rest even after finding the mysterious castle - and it would be strange to put any end to life at all little boy, who just turned nine.

The only way to defeat the past is to ask God to reverse the history of the creation of the world. Oscar is a naive atheist and this option is not suitable for him, so he invents objects that can bring exceptional benefits to humanity: ambulances the length of the patient’s entrance to the hospital, life jackets made from birdseed, etc. He also pastes pictures into his album entitled “Things That Happened to Me.” Among others, there is a photograph printed frame by frame of a man falling from a roof, which you can quickly flip through in reverse side, in a safe and quiet Then. Surprisingly, this action that ends the book, which is neither a conclusion nor a solution, is enough for the composition of the novel to take on a very specific form - a ray directed to infinity from the point of no return.

The boy's story is intricately intertwined with a strange, even somewhat surreal story about his beloved grandmother and her husband, who left his wife before the birth of his son, and returned only after he learned of his death. There are many frankly pretentious details in this story - the grandfather carries with him a suitcase of letters that he never sent to his son (he will later put these letters in his empty coffin); he has “yes” and “no” tattooed on his arms because years ago he lost the ability to speak out loud; he has been living in his grandmother’s apartment for two years, but she forbids him to communicate with his grandson, who does not know about the existence of a relative. However, this couple allows Foer to sharpen both the theme of love (profoundly illusory and terribly vague even for the author himself), and the theme of human violence, key to the novel: the elder Schells survived the merciless and senseless bombing of Dresden, which completely destroyed their former life.

There are countless such people all over the world, and each has its own weights on its heart, and its own scabs on its soul. If you are not satisfied with the final moral (which, as already mentioned, is not present at all in the finale), then the one voiced to Oscar by one of his new friends, a former war correspondent, is best suited for its role. This man, who wrote about all the military conflicts of the last century, tells the boy how he gave up his profession, returned to America and, first of all, cut down a tree in the park that his wife had once tripped over. From this wood he made a bed, which he and his wife shared for many years. I asked: “What was the name of your last war? He said: “My last war was with this tree!” I asked who won, which I think was good question, because it allowed him to answer that he was and feel proud. He said: “The ax has won! He always wins!”

P. S. It’s worth mentioning two more things:

Firstly, despite the fact that the electronic format is usually more convenient, in the case of Foer’s book it is better to turn to the paper version of the novel, which is illustrated in such a way as to enhance the effect of individual parts of the text (there are photographs from Oscar’s album and his half-mad letters grandfather, and even a piece in which words are replaced with tone dialing numbers).

Secondly, last year a film was released based on this novel, which was even nominated for an Oscar. I have not seen the film, but judging by the reviews, the plot and psychological accents are placed somewhat differently in it. So for those who have already seen the film, reading the book should be especially interesting.

The famous American writer Jonathan Safran Foer wrote his second book completely by accident. As the author himself says, the idea for the book came while working on another work, during the creation of which Foer experienced some difficulties. Having postponed the founded project, the writer began to devote more and more time to new history. As a result, he created an entire novel, published in 2005.

The book “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” was awarded several prestigious awards and prizes. The novel immediately attracted the interest of representatives of the film industry. The copyright for the film was acquired by two companies: Warner Bros. and Paramount. The result collaboration became a film of the same name.

At the center of the story is a nine-year-old boy, Oscar Schell. His father, Thomas Schell, died during tragic events in New York on September 11, 2001. The events occurred before the start of the story and are not covered in any way in the novel. While going through his father's things, Oscar discovered a key enclosed in an envelope with the inscription "Black", which probably meant someone's last name. Oscar sets himself the goal of finding who this key belongs to. There are a lot of Blacks in New York, but little Shell doesn't mind.

After learning about her son's activities, Mrs. Schell called everyone he was going to visit. The mother does not want Oscar to bother anyone, but at the same time she cannot stop the child from looking. The boy recently lost his father and is taking the loss very hard. He needs to occupy himself with something and somehow take his mind off sad thoughts.

During his search, Oscar meets a huge number of different people. The boy met a lonely old man who had lost the meaning of life after the death of his wife. In addition, Schell met spouses who were on the verge of divorce, and mother of many children. The strangest and most touching things for the boy were the husband and wife, so in love with each other that each of them created an entire museum dedicated to the partner.

At the very beginning of his search, Oscar met a woman named Abby Black, who lived in the house across the street. Abby and Oscar quickly became friends. Soon the boy met an elderly man renting a room in his grandmother’s apartment. It later turned out that the elderly man was his grandfather.

A few months after meeting Oscar, Abby decides to admit that she knew from the very beginning who the mysterious key belonged to. Abby invites the boy to talk to her ex-husband William. From Mr. Black, Shell learns that his father once bought the vase containing the key from William. Black's father left him the key to the safe, which was kept in a vase. Without knowing this, William sold the vase to Thomas Schell.

Characteristics

Oscar Schell

The main character of the book is distinguished by curiosity and a thirst for discovery. His level of development is high beyond his years. The boy has difficulty surviving his first serious tragedy. However, having lost one of his parents, he seems to strive to take his place and take responsibility for his mother.

Development of the main character's character

Personal tragedy did not become a reason for Oscar to withdraw into himself. Having found the key, the boy receives a new purpose in life. The main character was forced to grow up too early. However, being in still enough at a young age, he cannot accomplish a more serious feat. Finding the owner of an unfamiliar object becomes his first adult independent decision, the first difficult task that he wants to solve without outside interference.

The search results upset and disappointed Oscar. But the experience gained during the work done cannot be called wasted time. Little man, who has not yet had time to adapt to the world of adults, discovers their lives every day. Oscar learns that there is oppressive loneliness on this planet, and the need to fight for one’s existence, and great love, and lost illusions. Adults will no longer seem perfect and omnipotent to Oscar. There is a lot in their lives more problems and sorrows than in the lives of children.

The behavior of a child in most cases reflects his upbringing, and therefore the characters of his parents. Oscar's father does not participate in the story, but his silent voice is constantly heard by readers. Thomas Schell managed to teach his son a lot, despite the fact that they were together for a relatively short time. Every time Oscar has doubts or questions, he remembers his father and everything he taught him. Dad said that having set a goal, you need to go to the end, not retreat and not give up. After all, it is persistence and firmness that distinguish the real man that Shell Jr. is to become. The father always encouraged his son's ingenuity and his desire to learn more. Own experience - best teacher person. No book can convey such knowledge.

Mrs. Shell is in complete agreement with her late husband on parenting issues. The mother does not allow herself to rudely interfere in her son’s life. Oscar will have to grow up without a father. If he gets used to the fact that all problems in the house are solved exclusively by a woman, he will never be able to grow up to be a real man. Mrs. Shell allows the boy to be independent. She suppresses her fear for her son's safety by letting him go on a journey through big city, which recently came under terrorist attack. Despite her worries, Mrs. Schell realizes that she cannot always keep her child with her. Oscar will grow up and perhaps want to live separately from his mother, somewhere in another city. You need to come to terms with this now and give him the opportunity to learn independence.

The main idea of ​​the novel

Anxiety for your child should not make him a recluse, a hostage parental love. Mom and Dad won't be around sooner or later. The task of parents is not to protect their child from life, but to teach him to live without a mother and father.

Analysis of the work

Jonathan Safran Foer was the first to dare mention the tragedy of September 11th in work of art. For this he was criticized by some literary figures. Of course, Oscar's father could have died under the wheels of a car, at the hands of a bandit, or from an incurable disease. The novel is dedicated to a separate episode from the life of a little New Yorker, and it was completely unnecessary to mention the national tragedy.

Nevertheless, knowing that many people lost their loved ones that day, the author makes his hero from among these people. Thus, Oscar becomes close to a huge number of city residents. The boy experienced everything that they themselves had once gone through. His story, similar to thousands of others, cannot help but touch and touch the heartstrings.

Foer chose a nine-year-old child as the main character in order to look at the world through his eyes and to give the same opportunity to readers, each of whom was once the same age as main character books. Having looked at themselves through the eyes of little Shell, many adults will probably begin to be more critical of themselves and reconsider their lifestyle and relationships with others.

JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

EXTREMELY LOUD & EXTREMELY CLOSE

Embodying my idea of ​​beauty

What can you come up with with a teapot? What if his nose opened and closed under the pressure of steam and was then like a mouth: he could whistle Zykin melodies, or recite Shakespeare, or chat with me for company? I could invent a teapot that reads in Dad's voice to help me finally fall asleep, or even a set of teapots that sing along instead of a choir in Yellow Submarine- this is a Beatles song, which means “bugs”, and I adore bugs, because entomology is one of my reasons d'être, and this is a French expression that I know. Or one more trick: I could teach my anus to talk when I fart. And if I wanted to soak off the terrible foam, I would teach him to say “Not me!” during exorbitant nuclear salvoes. And if I fired an extremely nuclear salvo in the Hall of Mirrors, which is in Versailles, which is next to Paris, which, of course, is in France, then my anus could say: “ Se n'étais pas moil»

What could you come up with with microphones? What if we swallowed them and they played our heartbeats through mini speakers in the pockets of our overalls? You skate down the street in the evening and hear everyone’s heartbeat, and everyone hears yours, like a sonar. One thing is unclear: I wonder if our hearts will beat synchronously, like how women who live together have their periods synchronously, which I know about, although, in truth, I don’t want to know. It's a complete blast - and only in one department of the hospital where children are being given birth will there be a ringing sound, like a crystal chandelier on a motor yacht, because the children will not have time to immediately synchronize their heartbeats. And at the finish line of the New York Marathon there will be a roar like in war.

And one more thing: how many times does it happen when you need to evacuate in an emergency, but people don’t have their own wings, at least not yet, but what if you come up with a life jacket made from birdseed?

My first jiu-jitsu class was three and a half months ago. I became terribly interested in self-defense for obvious reasons, and my mother decided that another one would be useful for me physical activity in addition to tamburinivan, so my first jiu-jitsu class was three and a half months ago. There were fourteen children in the group, and they all wore cool white robes. We rehearsed our bows and then sat cross-legged, and then Sensei Mark asked me to come over. “Kick me between the legs,” he said. I'm complex" Excusez-moi?- I said. He spread his legs and said, “I want you to slam me between my legs as hard as you can.” He dropped his hands to his sides, took a deep breath and closed his eyes - this convinced me that he was not joking. “Babai,” I said, but thought to myself: What are you doing? He said, “Come on, fighter. Deprive me of offspring." - “Deprive you of offspring?” He didn’t open his eyes, but he was very upset, and then said: “You won’t succeed anyway. But you can see how a well-trained body can absorb shock. Now strike.” I said, “I am a pacifist,” and since most of my peers do not know the meaning of this word, I turned around and told the others: “I believe that depriving people of offspring is wrong. In principle". Sensei Mark said, “Can I ask you a question?” I turned to him and said, “Can I ask you a question?” - that’s already a question.” He said, “Don’t you dream of becoming a jiu-jitsu master?” “No,” I said, although I also stopped dreaming about heading our family’s jewelry business. He said, “Do you want to know when a jiu-jitsu student becomes a jiu-jitsu master?” “I want to know everything,” I said, although this is no longer true. He said, “A student of jiu-jitsu becomes a master of jiu-jitsu when he deprives his master of offspring.” I said, "Wow." My last lesson jiu-jitsu took place three and a half months ago.

How I miss my tambourine now, because even after everything I still have weights on my heart, and when you play it, the weights seem lighter. My signature number on the tambourine is “Flight of the Bumblebee” by composer Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, I also downloaded it to my mobile phone, which I had after my dad’s death. It’s quite surprising that I’m performing “Flight of the Bumblebee,” because in some places you have to hit extremely fast, and it’s still terribly difficult for me because my wrists are still underdeveloped. Ron suggested that I buy a five-drum kit. Money, of course, cannot buy love, but, just in case, I asked if there would be Zildjian plates on it. He said, “Whatever you want,” and then he took the yo-yo from my table and started “walking the dog.” I knew he wanted to make friends, but he got incredibly angry. "Yo-yo moi“- I said, taking the yo-yo from him. But in truth, I wanted to tell him: “You are not my dad and you will never be.”

It’s funny, yes, how the number of dead people is growing, but the size of the land is not changing, and does this mean that soon you won’t be able to bury anyone in it at all, because you’ll run out of space? For my ninth birthday last year, my grandmother gave me a subscription to National Geographic which she calls " National Geography" She also gave me white jacket, because I only wear white, but it turned out to be too big, so it will last a long time. She also gave me my grandfather's camera, which I like 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 minus thirty years old then.” She said, "Whatever." In short, the coolest thing I read in National Geographic, this is that the number of people living on earth now is greater than the number of deaths in the entire history of mankind. In other words, if everyone wants to play Hamlet at the same time, someone will have to wait because there won't be enough skulls for everyone!

What if you come up with skyscrapers for the dead and build them deeper? They could be located right under the skyscrapers for the living that are building skyward. People could be buried a hundred floors underground, and the world of the dead would be directly under the world of the living. Sometimes I think it would be cool if skyscrapers moved up and down by themselves, and the elevators stood still. Let’s say you want to go up to the ninety-fifth floor, press button 95, and the ninety-fifth floor approaches you. This can be terribly useful, because if you are on the ninety-fifth floor and a plane crashes below, the building itself will lower you to the ground, and no one will get hurt, even if you forgot your birdseed life jacket at home that day.

I've only been in a limousine twice in my life. The first time was terrible, although the limousine itself 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 cool that there was a TV there. I asked if we could drive past the school so Tube and Minch could look at me in the limousine. Mom said that school was out of the way and that we shouldn’t be late for the cemetery. “Why not?” - I asked, which, in my opinion, was a good question, because if you think about it, then really - why not? Although this is no longer the case, I used to be an atheist, that is, I did not believe in things that were not proven by science. I believed that when you died, you are completely dead, and you don’t feel anything, and you don’t have dreams. And it’s not that now I believe in things that have not been proven by science - far from it. I just now believe that these are terribly complex things. And then, in any case, it’s not as if we were really burying him.

Although I tried very hard to make sure I missed it, I began to get sick of Grandma constantly touching me, so I climbed into the front seat and started poking the driver in the shoulder until he looked sideways at me. “What? Yours. Function,” I asked him in the voice of Stephen Hawking. “What-what?” “He wants to meet,” said the grandmother from the back seat. He handed me his business card.

I gave him my business card and said, “Greetings. Gerald. I am Oscar." He asked why I was talking like that. I said, “Oscar's CPU is an artificial neural network. This is a learning computer. The more he comes into contact with people, the more he learns.” Gerald said, “Oh,” and then added, “Kay.” It was hard to tell whether he liked me or not, so I said, “You have a hundred dollars worth of sunglasses.” He said, “One hundred and seventy-five.” - “Do you know a lot of curse words?” - “I know some.” - “I’m not allowed to swear.” - “Bummer.” - “What does “bummer” mean? - “Annoyance.” - “Do you know “turd”?” - “Isn’t this a curse?” - “No, if you say it backwards - “akshakak.” - “That’s it.” - “Uzh enm izhilop, akshakak.” Gerald shook his head and cracked a little, but not in a bad way, that is, not at me. “I can’t even say “kisinka” unless we are talking about a real cat. Cool driving gloves." - "Thank you". And then I thought about something and so I said: "By the way, if done creepy long limousines, then drivers will not be needed at all. People will enter them from the back, walk through the cabin and exit from the front - and exactly where they wanted to go. In this case - to the cemetery." - “And I would watch baseball all day long.” I patted him on the shoulder and said: “If you look in the dictionary for the word “oborzhazza”, your photograph will be there.”

While reading the book, I kept trying to understand why the author called it that way. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a very unique title for the book, and it’s hard to come up with a better one. Maybe it tells us about the disaster that occurred in New York on September eleventh, two thousand and one? It was terribly loud, and at the same time incredibly close for everyone. But why is difficult to say.

Maybe thanks to the media, which for several days continuously broadcast on all TV channels and radio stations about what happened. Maybe due to the fact that... No, it's

The word doesn't fit. Rather, due to the fact that it was a terrorist attack aimed at a huge number of peaceful people, and because of the realization of how many people in New York, and not only New York, lost their loved ones at that moment. I remember coming home from the street, and my mother called me into her kitchen, where the TV was. Her face was covered with tears. - Mom, what happened? – I asked with great excitement in my voice. - Look! - she said, and pointed her finger at the television screen, where the twin towers were burning.

Yes, it was a world tragedy. But then it was difficult to fully feel the pain that it brought to people whose relatives

Or friends died on that truly terrible day. I don’t know whether the author of the book, Jonathan Safran Foer, wanted to remind or show the tragedy of people, but I think that he did it extremely well. I believe that the word “exorbitant” stuck in many heads after reading the novel. I'm no exception. Without noticing it, in colloquial speech“exorbitantly” began to pop up in my mind involuntarily. It better than ever shows the certainty of the meaning of the word that follows it.

Foer in his book “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” tells the story of incredibly close people. Oscar Schell is the son of Thomas Schell, who on the morning of September eleventh found himself in the wrong place, like thousands of other people. Thomas Schell and his wife, it seemed to me, are the most undeveloped characters in the book. Probably because there is no narration on their behalf. But others are quite well revealed. For example, Oscar Schell. Of course, there are plenty of readers who will think that the child is extremely smart for his age. But it seems to me that this is partly due to envy that neither they nor their children are as smart and inquisitive.

I'm sure most people don't know what a wonderful Oscar is. I am no exception, as I learned a lot from the book, and I think that there are such children. Of course there is. I myself am very inquisitive, but in my childhood there was no Internet, but there were wonderful encyclopedias - my favorite books as a child. From cover to cover, and I knew a lot of things that my mother didn't know. “First of all,” he said, “I’m not smarter than you, I just know more because I’m older. Parents always know more than their children, but children are always smarter than their parents.”

Maybe the title in the book made sense, like the terribly loud second world war and extremely close to Thomas Schell Sr. and his wife, that is, Oscar’s grandmother. I found it funny that her name, as well as the name of Oscar's mother, were never mentioned in the book. The only thing that became known in the end was that my grandmother’s maiden name was Schmidt. Maybe this is how patriarchal dominance was expressed? In general, I still don’t understand. There was no shortage of names, but after finishing the book I started thinking, what are their names? In the male line, all names were repeated many times (even the name of the grandmother's father, in contrast to the name of her mother).

Thomas Schell and his wife are two characters who amaze with their frankness and extraordinary love story. Oscar's grandfather was in love with Anna, his grandmother's sister, from childhood. The name Anna was mentioned several times. The only thing that distinguished Anna from her sister and nephew's wife was that she was dead and not married to Schell. Maybe the Shells were chauvinists? In general, his love for Anna remained for the rest of his life. I remember with what trepidation he talks about it, as if it happened right now, and not a huge number of years ago. Anna died when Dresden was bombed in February 1945. Her father also died. The sister survived and went to New York, where Thomas appeared on her way for the second time. Their love story is tragic.

Firstly, after the war, when Thomas arrived in New York, he began to lose his voice. First some words, and then all the rest. The last word was "I". He was forced to write in notebooks, notebooks, on scraps of newspaper, on body parts, on napkins and on wallpaper what he wanted to say to the person. This is terribly sad and incredibly touching.

When I read: “She stretched out her hand to me, which I did not know how to take, and so I broke her fingers with my silence ...” - I broke down, but not in the sense that I laughed. Secondly, Thomas Schell, like many men, like me, including, wanted to fashion an ideal out of his woman. He is a sculptor and sculpted his wife Anna. He wanted to see HER in her. From my own experience I know how difficult it is to fashion an ideal out of something that seems so less than ideal, and how easy it is to thereby offend your “sculpture.” After all, there is essentially no such thing (the ideal). There are ideal memories and an imperfect present.

We need to get over this. Thomas Schell stepped over, but not quite as much as he and everyone else would have liked. He decided that if he left his wife, everything would be okay. He did not want to have children with anyone other than Anna. And he didn’t want his wife to get pregnant. But it happened. “What does it mean to want a child? I woke up one morning and realized the emptiness inside me. I realized that I can neglect my life, but not the life that will come after me.” As a result, Thomas left his wife and his unborn son. He didn’t want his son to be like him, but genes cannot be removed by the absence of a father. Thomas wrote to him (his son). These were wonderful letters to “My Son.”

Through many unforgettable stories, the author conveys inner world each hero of his book. They are incredibly sincere. I will never forget the moment in the book when my grandmother was typing her memoirs and her husband pretended to have something written there. He didn’t want to lie to her, didn’t want to betray her, but it turned out, as he himself said, “everything is always not the way we would like.” She told him that her vision was “poor”, and he thought that she could not see anything at all. This common misunderstanding in every family is shown in the best possible way. Through such extremes, Foer interprets reality in a terribly emotional way. The marriage of Thomas Schell Sr. and his wife is terribly loud in terms of the relationship and silence of the husband, and extremely close to them. It seemed to me that they are perfect couple. The sculptor and his unfinished sculpture.

Maybe the title of the book contains a terribly loud tragedy and an incredibly close loss for little man like Oscar Schell? All this could not but affect my “skyscrapers” in my soul. From the first lines I envied his (Oscar's or the author's) inventiveness. All these “baby”, “reservoirs for tears”, “beds with recesses for one hand”, “microphones inside us”, “underground cemeteries”, “ ambulances with a screen on top” and many other things simply delighted me and made me smile. This hero is simply great. He plays Yorick in Hamlet, which surprised me at first, since Yorick is not a character. He is only spoken of in the play as if he were dead. But then everything fell into place.

I think this was not accidental. The fact that he missed the distribution of roles suggests that this child has something to do. And that you can even PLAY Yorick in the play. Oscar amazes with his unconventional and childish approach to everything. He loves precision, which means science. His letters to famous people(Stephen Hawking, Ringo, Professor Keighley, Ajein Goodal) show us the incredible closeness or accessibility of such people. Oscar reveals to us that they are people just like us, and that they also need communication, we just never even tried to write to them.

As for the story with the key and finding the lock for it, this is simply an excellent solution for the plot and the introduction of new characters and stories into it. After all, in fact, it’s all so simple. It turns out that you just need to take a list of people with the same last name, visit them, and you will find out a lot of wonderful and interesting personalities. Each person is unique, and I have been convinced of this more than once.

Eerily loud and incredibly close, the book is the creation of a wonderful young author, Jonathan Safran Foer. After reading which, I wanted to meet all the strangers in a row. After reading which, I was left with more positive than negative. And even after this incredibly touching “shrugged like dad” I will say that for me the book is more sweet than tragic. I also want to add that this is simply a wonderful book in that sense, because it makes you appreciate your loved ones. After all, maybe you are talking to them today in last time, and tomorrow will be the “worst day.”

As for the execution of the book, it is impossible not to appreciate the layout. Illustrations, blank pages, pages with a few words - these perfectly convey the spirit of the book. But there is one “but”, although I was very fascinated by one thing on almost every page that is beyond the pale worthwhile offer, and I wrote him out somewhere, but still the effect of presence is too small. In this book I was a spectator, not a participant. Maybe that's how it was intended, but I don't really like it.

I love it when I become the hero of a book - then you feel the novel much more strongly. It didn’t touch me so “exorbitantly” that I felt heaviness in my eyes from the rush of tears and a rapid heartbeat. This is purely mine. Personal. Only Remarque could make me worry in such a way that I didn’t like it and at the same time delighted me to the point of madness. And I'm not saying that I was looking for the same sensations here. I just lacked some kind of inclusion in their lives.

The book ended with a man “falling” upward from the window of the Twin Tower and with the boy turning back time. This is every person's crazy dream. Possible in our thoughts, but not feasible in reality. "I would say, 'Dad?' backwards and it would sound like a normal “Dad.” It’s not for nothing that the words “mom” and “dad” sound the same on the contrary, right?

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I don't dream that my son will adore me to the point of insanity. On the contrary, I want him to love his mother more of his two parents. Plus, I will never expect idolatry and total submission from him. I want him to be simply interested in me. So that he wants to listen to what I say, and not involuntarily hear the words coming to him. So that he would want to make discoveries and talk about them with me, and I would share my feelings that I once experienced when I was in his place. If you want to find an embodiment of this type of relationship, then the film by director Stephen Daldry “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” will come in handy.

About the film

Remember, 70% of the best films are based on literary works. Another 19% based on real events, 5% simultaneously based on literary work And real events, 5% are remakes, and only 1% are created completely from scratch. The film being presented is based on the novel of the same name by Jonathan Safran Foer. Moreover, even before Natasha and I watched it, I found reviews on Kinopoisk, according to which once again book lovers claim that the book is 100,000 times better than the movie. Always, when I see such reviews, I want to involuntarily ask: “Does anyone really think that 2 different people can they look at the same story in the same way? And even more so to display it.” When a director makes a film based on a book, this is a fact of its recognition, the admiration it aroused, a source of inspiration for the work. And he displays it exactly as he perceived it. A million people can read this book and the output will be a million different opinions, some of which will be similar in general, but the details will still be different. Therefore, if you have the opportunity to watch this film, you should not deprive yourself of this opportunity based on a negative review from a book lover. Although I cannot help but note that now I want to read this book myself.

Overall, both the film and the book are worth studying in more detail for anyone who is a fan of touching dramas. And for parents and especially fathers – ‘must see’. The work will help you look at relationships in the family from the child’s perspective. And the more interesting it is to watch his reaction and behavior, the more the situation becomes tense, the more dramatic the development of events becomes. In general, the plot is simple, many situations are read directly while watching the film, but this does not make the picture any less pleasant, kind and touching. And fans of the works of Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock should not leave this film unwatched. By the way, Sandra Bullock’s performance quite surprised me, because in my opinion this is an actress of a slightly different type. But in “Extremely Loud...” she revealed herself to me in a new way. I had similar feelings after watching the film “The Number 23” and a role unusual for Jim Carrey.

A little about the plot

When I share interesting film, I try not to focus too much attention on the plot itself. It's wrong to give spoilers. If you want a spoiler, go to Kinopoisk or Wikipedia. But I still want to intrigue you somehow.

The story of young Oscar describes to the viewer a very curious boy with an inquisitive mind. His favorite hobby was playing with his father logic riddles and local adventures within New York City. A subtle psychological trick on the part of the father forced his son to overcome his fears and obstacles step by step, preparing him for real life outside my father's house. And this preparation consisted of knowledge of the world. It should not be enough for parents that they consider their child unique and special. It is important to make this clear to the children themselves, because each of them is exclusive and came to this earth for something great. Even if it is something great within the confines of one yard, one house.

The entire film is Oscar's great adventure as he tries to solve his father's latest mystery. But in fact, this journey through New York is the boy’s attempt to extinguish the terrible pain in his soul associated with the death of his father. It’s even more painful to watch the mother, who began to move further and further away from her son, who became fixated on the common grief.

The picture really looks with great interest and keeps you in some tension. It could easily bring tears to someone’s eyes, but for Natasha and I personally, it wasn’t enough. Just when you realize that in just a moment, the stingy men’s man will break through, when right away there is a shift action, and lets go a little. But overall I highly recommend watching it.