Book : The Sirens Of Titan A Novel - Vonnegut, Kurt

Descripción

- ANTES DE COMPRAR PREGUNTE FECHA DE ENTREGA.
- ENVIAMOS POR MERCADOENVIOS
- PUEDE RETIRAR POR AHORA SOLO POR QUILMES, MICROCENTRO ESTA CERRADO, POR ESO...
- EN CABA (CAPITAL FEDERAL) ENVIAMOS SIN CARGO ESTE PRODUCTO.
- FORMA DE PAGO : MERCADOPAGO
- HACEMOS FACTURA A.
- ELBAZARDIGITAL VENDEDOR PLATINUM
- TODOS NUESTROS PRODUCTOS EN:

https://eshops.mercadolibre.com.ar/elbazardigital

-X-X-X-

- SOMOS IMPORTADORES DIRECTOS, ESTE PRODUCTO SE COMPRA Y SE IMPORTA DESDE ESTADOS UNIDOS, ESTO IMPLICA QUE USTED ESTA COMPRANDO EL MISMO PRODUCTO QUE COMPRARÍA UN CLIENTE DE ESE PAÍS.

- ANTES DE REALIZAR UNA CONSULTA, VISUALICE TODAS LAS IMAGENES DEL PRODUCTO.
Descripción provista por la editorial :

“[Kurt Vonnegut’s] best book . . . He dares not only ask the ultimate question about the meaning of life, but to answer it.”-EsquireNominated as one of America’s best-loved novels by PBS’s The Great American ReadThe Sirens of Titan is an outrageous romp through space, time, and morality. The richest, most depraved man on Earth, Malachi Constant, is offered a chance to take a space journey to distant worlds with a beautiful woman at his side. Of course there’ s a catch to the invitation-and a prophetic vision about the purpose of human life that only Vonnegut has the courage to tell.“Reading Vonnegut is addictive!”-CommonwealReview“[Kurt Vonnegut’s] best book . . . He dares not only ask the ultimate question about the meaning of life, but to answer it.”-Esquire“Reading Vonnegut is addictive!”-CommonwealFrom the Back CoverThe richest and most depraved man on Earth takes a wild space journey to distant worlds, learning about the purpose of human life along the way.About the AuthorKurt Vonnegut’s humor, satiric voice, and incomparable imagination first captured America’s attention in The Sirens of Titan in 1959 and established him as “a true artist” (The New York Times) with Cat’s Cradle in 1963. He was, as Graham Greene declared, “one of the best living American writers.” Mr. Vonnegut passed away in April 2007.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Between Timid and TimbuktuI guess somebody up there likes me.-Malachi ConstantEveryone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.But mankind wasnt always so lucky. Less than a century ago men and women did not have easy access to the puzzle boxes within them.They could not name even one of the fifty-three portals to the soul.Gimcrack religions were big business.Mankind, ignorant of the truths that lie within every human being, looked outward-pushed ever outward. What mankind hoped to learn in its outward push was who was actually in charge of all creation, and what all creation was all about.Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.It flung them like stones.These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth-a nightmare of meaninglessness without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.Outwardness lost, at last, its imagined attractions.Only inwardness remained to be explored.Only the human soul remained terra incognita.This was the beginning of goodness and wisdom.What were people like in olden times, with their souls as yet unexplored?The following is a true story from the Nightmare Ages, falling roughly, give or take a few years, between the Second World War and the Third Great Depression.There was a crowd.The crowd had gathered because there was to be a materialization. A man and his dog were going to materialize, were going to appear out of thin air-wispily at first, becoming, finally, as substantial as any man and dog alive.The crowd wasnt going to get to see the materialization. The materialization was strictly a private affair on private property, and the crowd was empthatically not invited to feast its eyes.The materialization was going to take place, like a modern, civilized hanging, within high, blank, guarded walls. And the crowd outside the walls was very much like a crowd outside the walls at a hanging.The crowd knew it wasnt going to see anything, yet its members found pleasure in being near, in staring at the blank walls and imagining what was happening inside. The mysteries of the materialization, like the mysteries of a hanging, were enhanced by the wall; were made pornographic by the magic lantern slides of morbid imaginations-magic lantern slides projected by the crowd on the blank stone walls.The town was Newport, R
-o-o-o-

Garantía del vendedor: 90 días