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Catch-22 is like no other novel we have ever read. It has its own style, its own rationale, its own extraordinary character. It moves back and forth from hilarity to horror. It is outrageously funny and strangely affecting. It is totally original.

It is set in the closing months of World War II, in an American bomber squadron on a small island off Italy. Its hero is a bombardier named Yossarian, who is frantic and furious because thousands of people he hasn't even met keep trying to kill him. (He has decided to live forever even if he has to die in the attempt.)

His problem is Colonel Cathcart, who keeps raising the number of missions the men have to fly.

The others range from Lieutenant Milo Minderbinder, a dedicated entrepreneur (he bombs his own airfield when the Germans make him a reasonable offer: cost plus 6%), to the dead man in Yossarian's tent; from Major Major Major, whose tragedy is that he resembles Henry Fonda, to… (tovább)

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1961

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Vintage, London, 2011
540 oldal · ISBN: 9780099529125
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Vintage, 2007
520 oldal · ISBN: 9780099496960

2 további kiadás

Hirdetés

Kedvencnek jelölte 2

Most olvassa 3

Várólistán 15

Kívánságlistán 3


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Manni

Érdekes. Az első 400 oldal olyan hullámzó volt, hol tetszett, hol nem. Egyszer untatott, másszor teljesen beleéltem magam. Néha elszörnyedtem rajta, máskor meg nem bírtam megállni a nevetést. Az utolsó kb. 200 oldal volt olyan, hogy nem bírtam miatta letenni a könyvet. És igazából örülök, hogy angolul olvastam, mert nem bírtam volna ki, ha mondjuk Snowden-t Hódennek kell hívnom.

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entropic

Hihetetlen, hogy egy ilyen témáról hogyan lehet egy ennyire szórakoztató regényt írni. Iszonyú jó karakterek és epizódok vannak benne, s közben lassan világossá válik, hogy az ember néha azért röhög, hogy visszatartsa az őrületet.

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TarsolyGer

Nagyon tetszett a könyv, mind az időben csapongó szerkezete, mind a karakterek, amiket felvonultatott.
Egyetlen okból nem adok rá 5.0-t, az pedig a vége felé, amikor Yossarian Rómában jár, és mindenféle klisés dolgokon gondolkodik, az nem tetszett.
Amúgy hihetetlen jó élmény volt olvasni. Imádtam.


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Manni

'They're trying to kill me,' Yossarian told him calmly.
'No one's trying to kill you,' Clevinger cried.
'Then why are they shooting at me?' Yossarian asked.
'They're shooting at everyone,' Clevinger answered. 'They're trying to kill everyone.'

2. Clevinger

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VERDI

But he won’t help anybody. That’s one of the reasons he’ll go far.’

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Manni

'I said that Major Major never sees anyone in his office while he's in his office.'
Appleby stared at Sergeant Towser intently and attempted a firm tone. 'Sergeant, are you trying to make a fool out of me just because I'm new in the squadron and you've been overseas a long time?'
'Oh, no, sir,' answered the sergeant deferentially. 'Those are my orders. You can ask Major Major when you see him.'
'That's just what I intend to do, Sergeant. When can I see him?'
'Never.'

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VERDI

‘Yes, sir,’ Yossarian agreed carefully. ‘I guess you’re right.’
‘Of course I’m right. You’re immature. You’ve been unable to adjust to the idea of war.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You have a morbid aversion to dying. You probably resent the fact that you’re at war and might get your head blown off any second.’
‘I more than resent it, sir. I’m absolutely incensed.’
‘You have deep-seated survival anxieties. And you don’t like bigots, bullies, snobs or hypocrites. Subconsciously there are many people you hate.’
‘Consciously, sir, consciously,’ Yossarian corrected in an effort to help. ‘I hate them consciously.’
‘You’re antagonistic to the idea of being robbed, exploited, degraded, humiliated or deceived. Misery depresses you. Ignorance depresses you. Persecution depresses you.
Violence depresses you. Slums depress you. Greed depresses you. Crime depresses you. Corruption depresses you. You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’re a manicdepressive!’

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Manni

'My fish dream is a sex dream.'
'No, I mean real sex dreams – the kind where you grab some naked bitch by the neck and pinch her and punch her in the face until she's all bloody and then throw yourself down to ravish her and burst into tears because you love her and hate her so much you don't know what else to do. That's the kind of sex dreams I like to talk about. Don't you ever have sex dreams like that?'

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Manni

The chaplain had sinned, and it was good. Common sense told him that telling lies and defecting from duty were sins. On the other hand, everyone knew that sin was evil, and that no good could come from evil. But he did feel good, he felt positively marvelous. Consequently, it followed logically that telling lies and defecting from duty could not be sins.

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Khimaira MP

What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you squarely in the eye and said he would rather die than killed in a combat, a man who was at least as mature and intelligent as you were and who you had to pretend was not? What could you say to him?

Major Major Major Major

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[névtelen]

Catch-22 did not exist, he was positive of that, but it made no difference. What did matter was that everyone thought it existed, and that was much worse, for there was no object or text to ridicule or refute, to accuse, criticize, attack, amend, hate, revile, spit at, rip to shreds, trample upon or burn up.

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kékmadár

The colonel dwelt in a vortex of specialists who were still specializing in trying to determine what was troubling him.
They hurled lights in his eyes to see if he could see, rammed needles into his nerves to hear if he could feel. There was a urologist for his urine, a lymphologist for his lymph, an endocrinologist for his endocrines, a psychologist for his psyche, a dermatologist for his derma; there was a pathologist for his pathos, a cytologist for his cysts, and a bald and pedantic cetologist from the zoology department at Harvard who had been shanghaied ruthlessly into the Medical Corps by a faulty anode in an I.B.M. machine and spent his sessions with the dying colonel trying to discuss Moby Dick with him.

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