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  • Saturday
  • Ian McEwan
  • English
  • 13 August 2020
  • 9781400076192

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  1. says:

    Hello everybodyI'm Henry Perowne and welcome to a day in my life a Saturday to be precise I'm a good natured sort of chap if I were famous I'd probably be saddled with the tag of thinking women's crumpet but personally I take myself much to seriously to acknowledge that kind of thing I'm a successful neurosurgeon who enjoys long descriptive and adjective laden games of suash with my erudite and debonair colleagues Today for once in my incredibly lucky and wealthy life I had a spot of bad luck and pranged my top of the range Merc This led to an encounter which can at best be described as unpleasant The thugs in the red BMW gave me a bit of a pasting which left me with a cracking haematoma over my sternum However my extensive medical knowledge allowed me to diagnose one of my attackers with a genetically inherited degenerative disease on the spot This allowed me to escape uick smart while they brooded over their own mortalityLater after welcoming home my improbably talented and successful 16 year old Blues Musician son and my improbably talented and successful published poet daughter there was another small altercation This time however the ebb and flow of violent modern day life breached the walls of this englishman's pricey Georgian Castle and things took a turn for the worse Needless to say my calculating surgeons mind and spirited courageous family pulled together to best the simian like thugs Ironically it then fell to me to save said thug with an emergency neurosurgical procedure Life's funny that way I wrapped up the whole day the way it began; by making love to my improbably talented and successful wife and then having a little bit of a wistful ponder about my own mortality while considering it in perspective against a backdrop of modern foreign policy


  2. says:

    GodawfulSaturday was ponderous labored rhetorically thick and therefore perhaps to my mind pretentious or do I mean pompous? It was like a big bloated beer gut but a beer gut bloated indeed rendered distended turgid and tumescent by the finest chardonnays Gewurztraminers and Sauvignon Blancs sipped uaffed? while listening to Bach Partitas It was bereft of conciseness brevity midgetude terseness laconism abbreviation and pith its rather meaningless hollow sentences curled around each other like vines choking a tree trunk maybe a turkey oak Paragraphs wended labyrinthinely toward a ridiculous and pat conclusion Even when things happened they were narrated along with the protagonist's meandering thoughts and by thoughts I mean those electrical impulses traveling from synapse to synapse between the neurons and glial cells in the nodes of the brain as he moved through that last day of the week also known as Saturday This is how I would describe the book if I were writing in the style of say Ian McEwan


  3. says:

    Jonathan sits before his reliable laptop gathering his thoughts on how to begin a review of Ian McEwan's Saturday He has already made up his mind as to how he shall write this review a mediocre attempt at emulating Mr McEwan's third person present tense style will suffice Yet he struggles with the concept of how best to begin the review Shall he mention the plot the themes or the beautiful writing? He knows at this point that he will refer to why he talks as an omniscient narrator for this review yet he lacks words and ideas to allow him to begin His fingers hover over the keyboard waiting for inspiration in order to begin a review different from others previously attemptedIt comes to him now he will open with a tale of how he came to be reading Saturday He smiles wryly the smile sliding to the very corners of his mouth He certainly had never planned to read the novel He had not set a reservation for the novel nor had he picked up from the shelf Saturday with the intention of reading it He had believed the plain covered book to be a version of Ted Hughes' Birthday Letters compulsory reading for his literature course It seems to him now so ironic that he could have grabbed Saturday without realising that it was not a poetry collection although it talks enough about that subject Jonathan remembers back as to how he decided upon realising his mistake to read the novel He had always intended to read some of Ian McEwan's work Atonement being a particular novel he had considered and the fact that the book was on the 1001 books to read before you die list now 1200 books convinced him he should actually read itAnd so he had read the book and he had found it entertaining The prose he considers had been particularly beautiful in its simplicity Though there had been far too many medical terms dished out by the author as unconstrained information Here McEwan had said have 'neurologist' 'aneurysm' 'dopamine' and 'biopsy' to keep you company I don't care whether you understand or care about such terms Jonathan certainly did understand those terms yet he wonders whether the way they were flung about would detract other thoughtful readers Then there was also the matter as to whether other readers would care enough about a novel set on one single day Would readers want to know about one man's solitary day left separated from the context of a single lifetime? Would other readers care enough about the prose and the entertaining aspects of the novel would they care about neurosurgeon Henry Perowne and his family his suash game his home invasion?Then Jonathan uestions would they notice the themes of the novel? The ideas about how languages connect people The suggestion that poetry could shape the lives about others and as an afterthought the connection between language and music through poetry Would they see an idea about how our past deeds may come back to haunt us and how it is therefore important to uestion and challenge what we are doing in the moment? And would they see the idea of how a single day may be both everything and nothing in an individual's lifetime?Jonathan stares at his laptop and then begins to write He writes until he has completed his review He writes until his thoughts are spread out before him like blood pouring from a wound He looks then at what he has written and asks himself one uestion Have I informed everyone enough about what I think about this novel that I like it and yet do not consider it a masterpiece in order to make others consider at least reading this? He pauses for a moment then he lets out a sigh He has written a decent review he considers let potential readers make the decision as to whether they will read this literary text He scans his work once and then directs his cursor to the single 'save' button


  4. says:

    2 Saturday Ian McEwanThe book published in February 2005 by Jonathan Cape in the United Kingdom and in April in the United States was critically and commercially successful Critics noted McEwan's elegant prose careful dissection of daily life and interwoven themes It won the 2005 James Tait Black Memorial Prize for fiction It has been translated into eight languagesSaturday 2005 is a novel by Ian McEwan set in Fitzrovia London on Saturday 15 February 2003 as a large demonstration is taking place against the United States' 2003 invasion of Ira The protagonist Henry Perowne a 48 year old neurosurgeon has planned a series of chores and pleasures culminating in a family dinner in the evening As he goes about his day he ponders the meaning of the protest and the problems that inspired it; however the day is disrupted by an encounter with a violent troubled man To understand his character's world view McEwan spent time with a neurosurgeon The novel explores one's engagement with the modern world and the meaning of existence in it The main character though outwardly successful still struggles to understand meaning in his life exploring personal satisfaction in the post modern developed world Though intelligent and well read Perowne feels he has little influence over political eventsتاریخ نخستین خوانش ماه دسامبر سال 2010 میلادیعنوان شنبه؛ نویسنده ایان یان مک ایوان مک یوون؛ مترجم مصطفی مفیدی؛ تهران، فرهنگ نشرنو؛ 1393؛ در 390ص؛ شابک 9786007439043؛ نسخه انگلیسی کتاب را خواندم، داستانی در باره حمله ی امریکا به عراق در سال 2003میلادی ستکتاب شنبه، رمانی استادانه است، که داستانش در یکروز از ماه فوریه ی سال 2003میلادی، رخ میدهد؛ «هنری پرون»، مردی خوشبخت است؛ یک جراح مغز و اعصاب موفق، که رابطه ی بسیار خوبی، با همسر، و فرزندانش دارد؛ «هنری»، از روز تعطیل خود در خانه ی بزرگش، در مرکز لندن لذت میبرد، و همان آرامشی را تجربه میکند، که در اتاق عمل بیمارستاها، هماره با او همراهست؛ گرچه جهان خارج از بیمارستان، خیلی آرام، و قابل پیش بینی نیست؛ جنگی با عراق، در پیش بوده، و از زمان حملات به نیویورک، و واشنگتن، در دو سال پیش، یأس و بدبینی گسترده ای، جامعه را فراگرفته است؛ زندگی «پرون» در صبح همین شنبه ی ویژه، دگرگون و غیرعادی میشود؛ او در بامداد، پس از دیدن چیزی باورنکردنی در آسمان، به همراه همکارش، به بازی اسکواش روزانه اش میرود، و تلاش میکند، تا از صدها هزار تظاهر کننده ی معترض به جنگ، دوری کند؛ رخدادی کوچک برای ماشین، او را وادار به رودررویی، با خلافکاری خرده پا، میکند تشخیص پزشکی «پرون»، اینست که خلافکار از مشکلاتی ژرف، و پیچیده رنج میبرد، اما خلافکار باور دارد، که «پرون» او را کوچک شمرده، و همین، باعث به وجود آمدن پیامدهای باورنکردنی و خشونت آمیز میشود؛ «پرون»، در روزی که همانند هیچ کدام از روزهای پیشین عمرش نیست، باید برای زنده نگاه داشتن خانواده اش، همه ی مهارتهای خویش را به کار گیرد؛ و ؛ ا شربیانی


  5. says:

    Some books just hit you with the full blunt anarchical force of a powerful dreamOr like 911 itselfThis out of the way novel by the incredible British writer Ian McEwan represented what was for me in the years following upon the annihilation of all my delicate presuppositions on that cataclysmic but classically Indian Summer day in 2001 a savage indictment of my standard middle class sFor 911 was exactly the same thing for Dr Henry PerowneAnd four years after that landmark day I was rather grimly trying to pick up the pieces of my burnt out lifeThat springtime following my long ago retirement had been seared with sciatic pain What’s a guy to do? Well it was textbook elementary I had to exerciseSo one promisingly benign April day in 2005 I toted a large cloth shopping bag the mile or so it took to get me to our neighbourhood library When I got there I saw recent literary bestsellers that had been donated by readers lined up in a prominent eye level rack going for penniesThat day I forgot about using my library card Why bother? I was flush with cash from my retirement severance pay so I stuffed my bulging bag with some pretty big booksThis was very prominently to my eye one of the best of ‘emYou see 911 took a large slice out of my well being as I’m sure it did for many of you And this book was about its aftermath for a London doctorI opened the book immediately and was at once transfixed by its atmospheric tale of brooding insomnia in this wealthy surgeon’s soon to be transmogrified ordinary life The suspense is so well transmitted by McEwan you can cut it with a knifeAnd yes Dr Henry Perowne is threatened by the same imminent outrageous and horrifically total collapse as those two Manhattan towers suffered that seemingly insouciant far away dayAlas dear Henry your entire ethereal House of Card will collapse in rubble this Saturday dragging behind you all your most cherished dreams of ethical demeanour For this Saturday you have an appointment with your destinyAnd your destiny is le Néant Nothingness the salaciously leering Face of your own Death and DestructionSure you will stitch together the crumbled pieces with your practical surgical skill You will ride out the tsunami perched upon your Surfboard of Sheer Expert Resilience But your little piece of polymer stands no chance again the Titanic Aftershock of this weekend upon your soulAnd so yes Mr McEwan you at the end have pasted Humpty’s Perowne’s cracked shell back togetherBut that won’t solve the problem For the Yolk of Humpty’s Soul has all spilled out upon the drab grey London pavement and you can’t do a THING about itUnless Perowne has built up far greater reserves of self possession than the rest of us mortals manage to do And if that’s the case he is superhuman Or NONhuman A neat device but unfortunately this novel is the portrayal of a personal cataclysm that ONLY HAPPENS ON THE OUTSIDE OF A MAN’S INNER SELF Highly unlikely Your novel is beautifully contrived but ingenuity has never saved a soulIf Dr Henry Perowne were REAL he would never be perfectly HIMSELF again


  6. says:

    Henry Perowne is a busy 48 year old London neurosurgeon Saturday in 2003 two years after the 911 attacks and as the invasion of Ira ears is a single day in his life We peek in at every thought that crosses this fellow’s mind over the course and react with him to the events that occur such as seeing a flaming plane cross the London sky getting mugged by a trio of toughs losing a suash match to his buddyIan McEwan from his site Photo Credit Annalena McAfee Saturday is no one’s notion of an action yarn and I found myself pining for something to occur something to take us out of this guy’s skull But I guess remaining inside it is the point Later the toughs invade his home force his daughter to strip Not hard to see a 911 reference in this He tries to think through a plan manages to distract the main antagonist and gains some time until other hands jump in Later he is faced with a choice about whether or not to help the crook Baxter How does one handle oneself under stress; the stresses of modern life; the range of considerations in making moral choices seeing one’s children growing up and becoming their own people? Contemporary life in the head of an intelligent thoughtful man If not exactly thrilling ultimately I felt it was a smart worthwhile readYou can find out about McEwan and his many other works at his site


  7. says:

    Note SPOILERS ALL OVER THE PLACE This review is for people who have read Saturday or people who will never read SaturdayReading Saturday is like running a weird obstacle race At first it’s all manicured lawns and rhododendrons and then it’s hideous piles of donkey droppings and that’s how it goes – daffodils donkey droppings vistas of beauty donkey droppings And I’m not sure that was the intended effect What a weird novel – here we have one of the stupidest plot devices for many years followed immediately by one of the soapiest; and we also have an excruciatingly badly written cardboard villain; we have some fantastically overwritten passages which could make you lose your lunch if you’re sensitive to pretension; and yet I liked it I thought it couldn’t have tried to do something which is worth doing which is to pick up the chaotic bundles of stuff left around by the journalists and try to connect them together and in the middle of the madness of the early 21st century our madness to make some kind of sense of some of the lives that can be lived in its midst THE TWO RIDICULOUS PLOT DEVICES1 Okay there’s a home invasion like in Clockwork Orange or Death Wish or Funny Games McEwan’s villain is called Baxter and he’s the standard twitching psycho He has Huntingdon’s Chorea the thing that killed Woody Guthrie He’s got SYMBOL stamped all over his cardboard simian features He represents THE LOWER ORDERS who in turn represent ANARCHY AND VIOLENCE The beautiful upper middle class Perowne family represent ORDER KNOWLEDGE and THE ARTS So Baxter has ordered the pretty 23 year old daughter to disrobe But then he notices a book on the coffee table What’s that? It’s a poetry book I wrote she says So the psycho villain then asks her to read something out of it She then uotes Dover Beach from memory and he has an epiphany he howls “Oh that’s so beautiful” all thoughts of rape flee from his mind Now reallya Either Ian McEwan thinks that could actually happen in which case he’s very silly orb He thinks US READERS would think that could really happen in which case he thinks WE’RE really silly2 Then the father and the son overwhelm the intruder and hurl him down the antiue stairs so he receives a brain injury In true medical soap tradition British readers will be thinking of HOLBY CITY here the father who hurled becomes the doctor who will save; yes he dashes to the operating room to perform the delicate operation only he could do to save this wretch’s life How morally superior can you possibly get? Well this second slice of soapy pie was finessed pretty well in the end by our author because as he explains “By saving his life in the operating theatre Henry also committed Baxter to his torture” from his terrible degenerative disease That may be so but it don't make this situation any less sudsySOME THINGS I REALLY LIKEDReaders have been repulsed by McEwan’s fulsome descriptions of the totally perfect Perowne family the lovely lawyer wife the lovely poet daughter the lovely guitar prodigy son the lovely brain surgeon dad and the lovely family donkey I made the last one up there is no Perowne family donkey but if there was you may be sure it would be the only donkey with a PhD in Egyptology from Balliol College Oxford But I don’t think all this gush is to be taken at face value at all I think it’s a kind of loathe letter to the British upper middle class the people who have got it all and whose lives are really uite like this For an American euivalent see The Privileges by Jonathan Dee This is a book about class and other things and about the difficult inconvenient truth in McEwan’s eyes maybe that the upper classes are necessary however revolting their ineffable perfectness may be As an instance of how I think we’re supposed to read this stuff the son Theo has a guitar talent so because of some string pulling and connections he gets to “jam” with some “blues greats” like Jack Bruce and Eric Clapton Yes I reached for the sick bag during this passage too but I believe McEwan wants us toI loved all the neurosurgery stuff which some readers found boring Au contraire I thought it was Ballardian beautiful and convincingI liked McEwan’s efforts in trying to make us see the macro in the micro – the greater political event of the looming invasion of Ira is set off with the personal event of the home invasion; the determinism which Perowne sees will cause the Ira invasion can be also seen in the descriptions of Baxter’s inevitable fate I liked the 18 page description of a game of suash and thought this was a crafty homage to Don DeLillo’s Underworld I liked that McEwan is almost the exact British euivalent of Jonathan Franzen – yes McEwan’s novels are short affairs and a re produced regularly but both writers are writing about NOW THIS VERY MINUTE and all of our compromised mortgaged suishy suashy middleclass lives In three words a heroic failure First come the journalists with their long lenses and rough drafts – they’re fast they often work in packs and they don’t look back They leave the crossing of the t’s and the dotting of the I’s to others Then walking behind the journalists come lonelier figures the historians and the novelists


  8. says:

    For me one star ratings are extremely rare this is without a doubt one of the worst books Ever The titular day is a bland array of stupid events that fill up a stupid life The neurosurgeon atop his manse contemplates the plague of humanity living right below him commoners proletarians drug addicts all the while believing that his own existence is worthwhile as he parades around all the perks of being rich in a modern day luxurious London I detested this neo bourgeoisie panorama too too much to continue about what a drag it was for a midlife twit to tell me how fabulous his house and wife are how complete and neat and great he has it how his over pampered kids are both prodigies how there's a fear super far away from this narrative in the form of a potential post 911 mass annihilation Everything in POV of Perowne has a sense of simplicity and he tackles the main problems of the narrative with a sense of superior knowledge worse literary entitlement Asshole It is also very clear that this is a Mrs Dalloway prototype but unlike Woolf's single day in the life of this one is all pretension I would hate to meet this man and I am sorry to say that this does not dispel the notion that all medical professionals are lame I am also sorry to admit that for somebody who wrote arguably one of the best love epics ever Atonement the phenomenal Mr McEwan should be ashamed of himself for this piece of utter trash


  9. says:

    This wasn’t my favorite Ian McEwan Admittedly there were very valid points in some of the negative reviews But I’m partial regarding to McEwan his mesmerizing prose particularly his superb interpretation of music eg jazzblues in this book and modern classical in Amsterdam woke up all my senses


  10. says:

    My star rating of Saturday is a reminder of the days when I still liked his writing style enough to give him the benefit of my suppressed doubt I will let those stars remain shining here to remember what kind of strange magnetic power this author has to make me try again and again to discover the evasive genius that seems to be hiding just around the next sentenceI do hold a personal grudge against one of the last scenes in Saturday though I have never been able to fully forget the terrible shame by proxy that I felt when I was forced by my own imagination to identify with the vulnerable exposure of the naked pregnant young woman And of course the shame is not towards the psychopath but towards those with whom one should be feeling comfortable caring and loving the family that is Life is truly a strange mix of ordinary and extraordinary occurrences and these Ian McEwan condensed nicely into one SaturdayHappy Saturday out there my dear fellow readers I hope you had of the ordinary stuff today and lots of coffee and chocolate And possibly an Ian McEwan book at hand as well as he is for lazy days


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Dictable There is an impending war against Ira and a general darkening and gathering pessimism since the New York and Washington attacks two years beforeOn this particular Saturday morning Perowne's day moves through the ordinary to the extraordinary After an unusual sighting in the early morning sky he makes his way to his regular suash game with his anaesthetist trying to avoid the hundreds of thous Henry Perowne is a busy 48 year old London neurosurgeon Saturday in 2003 two years after the 911 attacks and as the invasion of Ira ears is a single day in his life We peek in at every thought that crosses this fellow’s mind over the course and react with him to the events that occur such as seeing a flaming plane cross the London sky getting mugged by a trio of toughs losing a suash match to his buddyIan McEwan from his site Photo Credit Annalena McAfee Saturday is no one’s notion of an action yarn and I found myself pining for something to occur something to take us out of this guy’s skull But I guess remaining inside it is the point Later the toughs invade his home force his daughter to strip Not hard to see a 911 reference in this He tries to think through a plan manages to distract the main antagonist and gains some time until other hands jump in Later he is faced with a choice about whether or not to help the crook Baxter How does one handle oneself under stress; the stresses of modern life; the range of considerations in making moral choices seeing one’s children growing up and becoming their own people? Contemporary life in the head of an intelligent thoughtful man If not exactly thrilling ultimately I felt it was a smart worthwhile readYou can find out about McEwan and his many other works at his site

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Saturday is a masterful novel set within a single day in February 2003 Henry Perowne is a contented man a successful neurosurgeon happily married to a newspaper lawyer and enjoying good relations with his children Henry wakes to the comfort of his large home in central London on this his day off He is as at ease here as he is in the operating room Outside the hospital the world is not so easy or pre Jonathan sits before his reliable laptop gathering his thoughts on how to begin a review of Ian McEwan's Saturday He has already made up his mind as to how he shall write this review a mediocre attempt at emulating Mr McEwan's third person present tense style will suffice Yet he struggles with the concept of how best to begin the review Shall he mention the plot the themes or the beautiful writing? He knows at this point that he will refer to why he talks as an omniscient narrator for this review yet he lacks words and ideas to allow him to begin His fingers hover over the keyboard waiting for inspiration in order to begin a review different from others previously attemptedIt comes to him now he will open with a tale of how he came to be reading Saturday He smiles wryly the smile sliding to the very corners of his mouth He certainly had never planned to read the novel He had not set a reservation for the novel nor had he picked up from the shelf Saturday with the intention of reading it He had believed the plain covered book to be a version of Ted Hughes' Birthday Letters compulsory reading for his literature course It seems to him now so ironic that he could have grabbed Saturday without realising that it was not a poetry collection although it talks enough about that subject Jonathan remembers back as to how he decided upon realising his mistake to read the novel He had always intended to read some of Ian McEwan's work Atonement being a particular novel he had considered and the fact that the book was on the 1001 books to read before you die list now 1200 books convinced him he should actually read itAnd so he had read the book and he had found it entertaining The prose he considers had been particularly beautiful in its simplicity Though there had been far too many medical terms dished out by the author as unconstrained information Here McEwan had said have 'neurologist' 'aneurysm' 'dopamine' and 'biopsy' to keep you company I don't care whether you understand or care about such terms Jonathan certainly did understand those terms yet he wonders whether the way they were flung about would detract other thoughtful readers Then there was also the matter as to whether other readers would care enough about a novel set on one single day Would readers want to know about one man's solitary day left separated from the context of a single lifetime? Would other readers care enough about the prose and the entertaining aspects of the novel would they care about neurosurgeon Henry Perowne and his family his suash game his home invasion?Then Jonathan uestions would they notice the themes of the novel? The ideas about how languages connect people The suggestion that poetry could shape the lives about others and as an afterthought the connection between language and music through poetry Would they see an idea about how our past deeds may come back to haunt us and how it is therefore important to uestion and challenge what we are doing in the moment? And would they see the idea of how a single day may be both everything and nothing in an individual's lifetime?Jonathan stares at his laptop and then begins to write He writes until he has completed his review He writes until his thoughts are spread out before him like blood pouring from a wound He looks then at what he has written and asks himself one uestion Have I informed everyone enough about what I think about this novel that I like it and yet do not consider it a masterpiece in order to make others consider at least reading this? He pauses for a moment then he lets out a sigh He has written a decent review he considers let potential readers make the decision as to whether they will read this literary text He scans his work once and then directs his cursor to the single 'save' button

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Ands of marchers filling the streets of London protesting against the war A minor accident in his car brings him into a confrontation with a small time thug To Perowne's professional eye something appears to be profoundly wrong with this young man who in turn believes the surgeon has humiliated him with savage conseuences that will lead Henry Perowne to deploy all his skills to keep his family alive For me one star ratings are extremely rare this is without a doubt one of the worst books Ever The titular day is a bland array of stupid events that fill up a stupid life The neurosurgeon atop his manse contemplates the plague of humanity living right below him commoners proletarians drug addicts all the while believing that his own existence is worthwhile as he parades around all the perks of being rich in a modern day luxurious London I detested this neo bourgeoisie panorama too too much to continue about what a drag it was for a midlife twit to tell me how fabulous his house and wife are how complete and neat and great he has it how his over pampered kids are both prodigies how there's a fear super far away from this narrative in the form of a potential post 911 mass annihilation Everything in POV of Perowne has a sense of simplicity and he tackles the main problems of the narrative with a sense of superior knowledge worse literary entitlement Asshole It is also very clear that this is a Mrs Dalloway prototype but unlike Woolf's single day in the life of this one is all pretension I would hate to meet this man and I am sorry to say that this does not dispel the notion that all medical professionals are lame I am also sorry to admit that for somebody who wrote arguably one of the best love epics ever Atonement the phenomenal Mr McEwan should be ashamed of himself for this piece of utter trash


About the Author: Ian McEwan

First Love Last Rites; the Whitbread Novel Award and the Prix Fémina Etranger for.