With "Operation Beet" (Edition Black on White), it is more in the spirit "Tonton gunslingers" completely absurd, as in a John Le Carré! Your Russian spies are drôlissimes Palm and resourcefulness probably cost the couple Bond / Arenko - very contemporary.
It seems that the plot does not really matter. It is rather your social criticism. Besides, how can we believe that your black Hercules happen to have a blue? Also difficult to move with your Japanese pianist in front of Mount Fuji, knife in hand!
In fact, you wrote a parody ... very blue flower, if I may: but love and fine feelings have their place in this kind of book? Affection colors your descriptions of a certain kitsch - "She seemed to Gaston M'ba a bird of paradise come Tropics of her childhood into the cold North, in the remote Gaulle ... The skin of Gaston, polished like a horse, exhaled a sweet heat ... "(p. 34) and later, as they give one to the other for the first time: "(...) the architect of heaven he modeled his masterpiece from her and her triumphant miraculously their differences, unite in the flower cliff, the butterfly wings to the black stone in the same pleasure. "- and treat only the love between Tamiko and Gaston in the first degree, one no longer knows which way to turn!
Anyway I guess well pleased that you have felt juggling the characters (and puns), ridicule your beloved Russia (well, in part) and you slip into the shoes of a "vigorous" African colossus ... ( adjective that reminds me a pen name!)
One last thing: it feels like you not only fun, but beyond a certain darkness - your years of political opponent, your suffering - of thumbing its nose at all the horror around us and move forward, reconciled, optimistic (see your happy ending ). I imagine that this mindset is also perhaps your quest (see the Conversion ), which now allows you a more detached, to consider the world with different eyes. Probably extrapolate ...
It seems that the plot does not really matter. It is rather your social criticism. Besides, how can we believe that your black Hercules happen to have a blue? Also difficult to move with your Japanese pianist in front of Mount Fuji, knife in hand!
In fact, you wrote a parody ... very blue flower, if I may: but love and fine feelings have their place in this kind of book? Affection colors your descriptions of a certain kitsch - "She seemed to Gaston M'ba a bird of paradise come Tropics of her childhood into the cold North, in the remote Gaulle ... The skin of Gaston, polished like a horse, exhaled a sweet heat ... "(p. 34) and later, as they give one to the other for the first time: "(...) the architect of heaven he modeled his masterpiece from her and her triumphant miraculously their differences, unite in the flower cliff, the butterfly wings to the black stone in the same pleasure. "- and treat only the love between Tamiko and Gaston in the first degree, one no longer knows which way to turn!
Anyway I guess well pleased that you have felt juggling the characters (and puns), ridicule your beloved Russia (well, in part) and you slip into the shoes of a "vigorous" African colossus ... ( adjective that reminds me a pen name!)
One last thing: it feels like you not only fun, but beyond a certain darkness - your years of political opponent, your suffering - of thumbing its nose at all the horror around us and move forward, reconciled, optimistic (see your happy ending ). I imagine that this mindset is also perhaps your quest (see the Conversion ), which now allows you a more detached, to consider the world with different eyes. Probably extrapolate ...
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