Alchemist - when we talk about mastering this novel and creativity, we aren't talking about just an ordinary novel, but the whole journey of soul-searching (the value of man-made for himself), or in other words, is the picture painted by the artist for himself clearly,
Frankly Paulo Coelho has added thrill element as usual,
However, this novel was the first work of his other works that fall under my eyes.
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الخيميائي - حين نتحدث عن إتقان هذه الرواية والإبداع فيها ، فنحن لا نتتحدث عن مجرد رواية عادية بل عن رحلةٍ كاملةٍ من البحث عن الذات وبصراحة لقد أضاف (باولو كويلو) عنصر التشويق كالمعتاد على الرغم من ذلك ، كانت هذه الرواية أول عمل من أعماله التي تقع تحت ناظري .
Journey Written In Terms Of Future Glory
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The Alchemist: A Fable About Following Your Dream review
Posted : 10 years, 2 months ago on 3 January 2014 04:54Alchemist is definitely the most inspiring book you will ever read. If you have a dream, this book will inspire you to follow it and never give up on it.
If a person truly desires for something, the whole universe conspires to help him to realize it. So, have something that will always help you keep going and who knows when you might reach your destiny, meet your personal legend.
If a person truly desires for something, the whole universe conspires to help him to realize it. So, have something that will always help you keep going and who knows when you might reach your destiny, meet your personal legend.
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The Alchemist
Posted : 17 years, 4 months ago on 17 November 2006 12:21The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho, is billed as a modern classic, yet I find it difficult to discern why. It has the feel of a fable; from a time as hazy as the desert in which it is set, and carries the lessons on life one would expect from such a parable. The feelings of distant memory that it creates, however, fashion a gap between the book and the reader.
It begins with Santiago, a shepherd boy, who gives up his customs to follow a dream he has, a vision of treasure found at the Egyptian pyramids. Along the way he meets a king, a crystal merchant, an Englishman, and an alchemist; all of whom, with their passing involvement, provide him with a piece of the spiritual jigsaw that is his life. Finally, when he arrives at the Egyptian pyramids, he learns a lesson in life that brings him happiness.
The novel is short, and, while it gets its message across, a number of other things suffer. The characterisation is lean; everyone is faceless, ageless, and speaks with the same voice, a voice of implied wisdom. Most characters are also nameless; even Santiago, the protagonist, is simply referred to as âthe boyâ throughout. Setting, also, is a casualty of the book; while we follow Santiago through the desert, we never truly get the feeling of being there. We donât feel the heat, thirst for water, or shiver when night falls.
The prose in the book is extremely simple, giving The Alchemist the feel of a childrenâs book. Adjectives, especially when necessary, are rare, so that most things are described as âthe desertâ, âa horseâ, or âsome wineâ. The desert has no texture, the horse no character, and the wine no flavour. Repetition, also, lengthens the book so that, once wisdom has been spoken, it echoes through the narrative so that each action can be credited.
The Alchemist is a quick read, but itâs not a good read. It has the feeling of a bonding session in the workplace where you discuss the implications of pseudo-situations, only moved from the office to the desert. Itâs a self-help book disguised as a novel, the âsecretsâ of life, though hardly life-changing, are listed as stages in one boyâs discovery. I hope you discover this review before the novel.
It begins with Santiago, a shepherd boy, who gives up his customs to follow a dream he has, a vision of treasure found at the Egyptian pyramids. Along the way he meets a king, a crystal merchant, an Englishman, and an alchemist; all of whom, with their passing involvement, provide him with a piece of the spiritual jigsaw that is his life. Finally, when he arrives at the Egyptian pyramids, he learns a lesson in life that brings him happiness.
The novel is short, and, while it gets its message across, a number of other things suffer. The characterisation is lean; everyone is faceless, ageless, and speaks with the same voice, a voice of implied wisdom. Most characters are also nameless; even Santiago, the protagonist, is simply referred to as âthe boyâ throughout. Setting, also, is a casualty of the book; while we follow Santiago through the desert, we never truly get the feeling of being there. We donât feel the heat, thirst for water, or shiver when night falls.
The prose in the book is extremely simple, giving The Alchemist the feel of a childrenâs book. Adjectives, especially when necessary, are rare, so that most things are described as âthe desertâ, âa horseâ, or âsome wineâ. The desert has no texture, the horse no character, and the wine no flavour. Repetition, also, lengthens the book so that, once wisdom has been spoken, it echoes through the narrative so that each action can be credited.
The Alchemist is a quick read, but itâs not a good read. It has the feeling of a bonding session in the workplace where you discuss the implications of pseudo-situations, only moved from the office to the desert. Itâs a self-help book disguised as a novel, the âsecretsâ of life, though hardly life-changing, are listed as stages in one boyâs discovery. I hope you discover this review before the novel.
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