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Nick Hornby was born in He is the author of Fever Pitch and of three novels : High Fidelity, About a Boy and How to be Good. All four books have. One that will be familiar to almost everyone who has read (and, if you're like me, reread) Nick Hornby's classic novel High Fidelity, a book that. 'It is rare that a book so hilarious is also so sharp about sex and manliness, High Fidelity fills you with the same sensation you get from hearing a debut record.
Somehow making the discovery with Kindle store or iTunes store does not feel the same as physically finding them. One person found this helpful. All Nick Hornby's books are the same - and they are all wonderful. In fact they aren't anywhere near being perfect. But they are all lovable.
This is the kind of book that gives me a good feeling about humanity - and helps me forget temporarily all the terrible things that are going on in the world. I was a bit hesitant about reading "High Fidelity," since I know nothing about the current even remotely current music scene.
But although pop music was woven throughout the entire novel, it never sidetracked me from Hornby's main focus on the characters: Rob the narrator and protagonist , Barry, Dick, and Laura.
Rob is obsessed with sex - and even more obsessed with thinking about it. Nothing unusual or wrong with that. More power to him. You even love him for being so flummoxed by sex.
He also thinks a lot about his life - how baffling it is and how unfair that it hasn't turned out better for him. He just sort of bumbles along, then makes lists when prospects seem too overwhelming. What I like so much about Rob and other Hornby characters is that the reader gets to peer inside their heads. You get to know what they are really thinking.
Not that their thinking is particularly profound. It's just a sort of puttering along, here and there, without much focus.
And that seems and feels so human. I enjoyed the story line and the book. It was assigned in my novel writing class at Emerson College.
The writing was clear and a good beginner's writing sample. Unfortunately, I had already seen the movie and I wasn't looking forward to reading it. I can say slidly that it was much better than the movie with John Cusack. If you've seen the actor, you know the type of movies he's type-cast in. Either you like him or not. I usually like his work. I like Nick Hornby's version much better. High Fidelity. See all reviews. site Giveaway allows you to run promotional giveaways in order to create buzz, reward your audience, and attract new followers and customers.
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site Music Stream millions of songs. Are all relationships, all rejections, merely repetitions of earlier ones? He goes right back to his first heartbreak, right back to Alison Ashworth no less, with whom at 13 he had a relationship that 'lasted six hours the two hour gap between school and Nationwide '.
The affair is memorably summarised: 'First night: park, fag, snog. Second night: ditto. Third night: ditto. Fourth night: chucked. Whatever he feels about Laura, he will never feel as bad as he did back then, or as he did when the out-of-his-league Charlie Nicholson left him for a bloke called Marco.
This blow made him lose the plot completely. But Hornby is such a terrific writer that High Fidelity is totally charming as well as being laugh-out-loud funny. Hornby, thankfully, doesn't want to be American or aimlessly clever. But in fact, as Amis himself said in a recent interview of one of his own fictional authors, he has a purchase on 'the universal'.
View all 40 comments. We all have a handful of books that we feel were written specifically for us, as if the author took us out for dinner and drinks lots of drinks, on the author's tab and interviewed us on the important things in no particular order, except the order in which I thought of these: Then they put our thoughts and feelings in a book. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby is one of those books for me, the account of a young man reorganizing his disappointments We all have a handful of books that we feel were written specifically for us, as if the author took us out for dinner and drinks lots of drinks, on the author's tab and interviewed us on the important things in no particular order, except the order in which I thought of these: High Fidelity by Nick Hornby is one of those books for me, the account of a young man reorganizing his disappointments and his record collection following a rough break-up.
I'm not the narrator and he's not me, but often wish life could be cataloged as clearly as my music. Published in , Hornby's debut novel is the stoic, immature and unapologetic first-person account of Rob Fleming, a thirty-five-year-old who lives in a one-bedroom flat in the North London neighborhood of Crouch End.
His two employees and perhaps best friends-- the shy, awkward Dick and the loud, obnoxious Barry--pass the work day thinking and talking in lists: For us readers only, Rob categorizes his all-time, top five most memorable split-ups. He was 12 or 13 when Alison Ashworth ended their six-hour courtship for another boy. The following year, he broke off a three-month relationship with Penny Hardwick, a nice girl who rebuffed Rob's hormonal advances and as soon as he dumped her, devastated him by having sex with one of Rob's classmates.
He was 17 when he pried away Jackie Allen from her perfect relationship for three weeks. The one he never got over was Charlie Nicholson, a college lover of two years whose beauty and airs intimidated him until she ended things.
Rob found a kindred spirit at age 25 named Sarah Kendrew and stayed with her for two years out of loneliness until she met someone. The decision of his girlfriend Laura Lydon to move out doesn't make the list, apparently. Laura was, is, a lawyer, although when I met her she was a different kind of lawyer from the one she is now: Now, she works for a City law firm hence, I guess, the restaurants and expensive suits and the disappearance of the spiky haircut and a previously unrevealed taste for weary sarcasm not because she underwent any kind of political conversion, but because she was made redundant and couldn't find any legal aid work.
She had to take a job that paid about forty-five grand a year because she couldn't find one that paid under twenty; she said this was all you need to know about Thatcherism, and I suppose she had a point. She changed when she got the new job. She was always intense, but, before, the intensity had somewhere to go: Now she's just intense about work --how much she has, the pressure she's under, how she's doing, what the partners think of her, that kind of stuff. And when she's not being intense about work, she's being intense about why she shouldn't be intense about work, or this kind of work, anyway.
Newly single, Rob throws himself into a reorganization of his record collection switching from alphabetical to autobiographical, filing his one-thousand album collection in the order he downloadd them in. Dick and Barry drag him to a club to hear an American folk singer named Marie LaSalle, as lost and single in London as Rob is in his own neighborhood; Rob develops a crush on Marie that goes unrequited only so long.
He touches base with Liz, a mutual friend of Laura's, and learns that his ex has moved in with Ian, their obnoxious former neighbor. In her talks with Laura, though, Liz has learned things about Rob that places him firmly in the "arsehole" category.
I do not know what, precisely, Laura said, but she would have revealed at least two, maybe even all four, of the following pieces of information: That I slept with somebody else while she was pregnant. That my affair contributed directly to her terminating the pregnancy. That, after the abortion, I borrowed a large sum of money from her and have not yet repaid any of it.
That, shortly before she left, I told her I was unhappy in the relationship, and I was kind of sort of maybe looking around for someone else. Did I do and say these things? Yes, I did. Are there any mitigating circumstances?
Not really, unless any circumstantial in other words, context can be regarded as mitigating. And before you judge, although you have probably already done so, go away and write down the worst four things you have done to your partner, even if--especially if--your partner doesn't know about them.
Don't dress these things up, or try to explain them; just write them down, in a list, in the plainest language possible. OK, so who's the arsehole now? Rob's lists help him through his breakup with Laura in one way, at least.
He endeavors to contact each of his all-time top five most memorable split-ups to find closure. Maybe people can change: Distraught when he pesters Laura into admitting that she's had sex with Ian, Rob ends up on the invitation list for her father's funeral. Reconciliation seems likely, but the common denominator in all Rob's failures is still staring at him. Seventh day, bed, afterward. I could describe every second of every time, and there weren't that many of them, and you'd be hurt, but you still wouldn't understand the first thing about anything that mattered.
I just want to know. What else could it be like? I had hoped it wouldn't be like sex at all; I had hoped that it would be like something much more boring or unpleasant, instead. I remember. Look, we're OK now. We've just had a nice time. Let's leave it at that. But the nice time we've just had Rob Fleming is not the ideal man you'd want to take a phone call from, hang out with and best of luck if you fell in love with him.
But he is a real person and someone I know well. I'd like to think Rob is the sort of non-alcoholic, non-druggie, smart, witty and immature male in his mid-twenties to mid-thirties, "keeping my options open," terrified of commitment and embittered of opportunities that always seem to present themselves to other people, but in reality, his self-obsession occurs across age and even across gender.
The chief reason to read the novel is Nick Hornby's exceedingly good taste in records, books and films and his wonderful ear for dialogue and monologue. But I want to see Clara, Charlie's friend, who's right up my street.
I want to see her because I don't know where my street is; I don't even know what part of town it's in, which city, which country, so maybe she'll enable me to get my bearings.
Five women who don't live on my street, as far as I know, but would be very welcome if they ever decided to move into my area: These are women who talk back, women with a mind of their own, women with snap and crackle and pop I could rescue them. I could redeem them. They could make me laugh, and I could make them laugh, maybe, on a good day, and we could stay in and watch one of their films or TV programs or embryo debates on video and adopt disadvantaged children together and the whole family could play soccer in Central Park.
This paragraph is nearly verbatim from my dinner interview with the author. It's my thesis that the majority of authors are married or have been with their current partners for over ten years. I'd add that a lot of authors regardless of status are simply not comfortable with being brutally honest about dating. Nick Hornby is and so is High Fidelity , which is honest, tough, funny, sensitive.
Adapted to film in , the screenplay by D. View all 41 comments. Ah, nostalgia! This book takes place in the mids. Even though the protagonist is in his 30s, the content really does take me back to my time in high school and college.
Everything was music and concerts — and a lot of the music he talks about is the music everyone was into back then. Also, I was a huge fan of the movie when it first came out, but this was my first time reading it. In some ways, Rob reminds me of myself back then: I would think a girl was Ah, nostalgia!
I would think a girl was interested in me and call the over and over thinking that was the best way to win her heart. Now, I will say that Rob definitely goes a bit overboard in his relationships and how he approaches them are toxic. But, it is entertaining watching the trainwreck that is his life. I think to enjoy this book you need to be into the writing style; cynical, self-deprecating humor that leaves you wondering if you love all the characters or hate them.
I am here all night, folks! I have been looking at some other reviews and it seems like a lot of people despise this one. But, nostalgia wins this time — now I have to go back and watch the movie again! View all 12 comments. Nov 28, Samadrita rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Anyone with a love for music and a realistic story.
High Fidelity is several things at once. It is a specimen of guylit I just invented the term yes - romance and single life explained from the point of view of a man. And we have so few of those. It is a humorous reflection on life and its many failings. And lastly, it is the tale of a Brit singleton in his mid thirties who is unrelentingly firm in his reluctance to grow into a man. A man who is so caught up in his fantasies of the ultimate love one is destined to end up with, that he ignores the High Fidelity is several things at once.
A man who is so caught up in his fantasies of the ultimate love one is destined to end up with, that he ignores the woman who truly cares for him and consequently ends up losing her. So the novel begins with our protagonist, Rob Fleming, listing the 5 major break-ups of his life which either hurt him too much or ended up changing him as a person for good. And he takes vicious pleasure in informing the reader that Laura, the woman who just left him, doesn't make the top 5, doesn't even come close.
How could you not get sucked into a book which begins on such a promising note? An owner of a dingy vinyl record shop named Championship Vinyl, Rob and his two employee-cum-sidekicks Dick and Barry stumble through the maze of life, more often than not clueless about what they are doing.
They debate merits and demerits of obscure bands and music artists and are generous in their display of disdain for the ones who love their Beatles, Billy Joel, Tina Turner, Elton John and the usuals. And these hilarious conversations centering around mundane things like tv shows, movies, music and women lend the plot much of its frivolity and humour.
Especially Barry, who is described by Rob as a 'snob obscurantist' , makes you laugh uncontrollably with his habit of belittling everything, his sneaky tactics of selling records of artists no one has heard of and his interactions with Dick.
And so the plot meanders through the zigzagging life of Rob, touches briefly upon the lives of all the women with whom he had been in love at some point of time and settles on his on-and-off relationship with Laura.
High Fidelity comes as close to portraying single life and romance as it actually is and not in the larger-than-life Hollywood rom-comish way. It talks about the things we all do in relationships - how we decide how much to reveal to the other person. How our feelings for a person waver time and again and how we often falter, unable to decide what we want. How we hurt the other person in the process.
How we realize how precious a relationship was only after it has ended. And more importantly how we are ever afraid of making that feared transformation - be it from girl to woman or boy to man. Nick Hornby's debut novel is a charming creation - it is like a music record by an artist you may not have heard of but you can relate to the music, nonetheless.
And you can't help but want to play the record all over again. View all 27 comments. Oct 23, Lisa Findley rated it really liked it Shelves: View all 4 comments. I used to think-and given the way we ended up, maybe I still do-that all relationships need the kind of violent shove that a crush brings, just to get you started and to push you over the humps. And then, when the energy from that shove has gone and you come to something approaching a halt, you have to look around and see what you've got.
It could be something completely different, it could be something roughly the same, but gentler and calmer, or it could be nothing at all. I feel like this book was written as a direct response to Bridget Jones's Diary , though I don't know that for sure and I'm too lazy to check the dates.
In any case, it is surely a response to all the Chick-Lit that-at the time, and even now-abounds. And at first I was thinking, "hey, this is just Bridget Jones's Diary but with a Penis", but it isn't. It is exactly the same.
The same whingeing. The same horribleness toward people the protagonists want to have sex with. The same horribleness toward the people the protagonists have had sex with. The horribleness toward the protagonist's so-called friends. The same self-serving ridiculousness and not wanting anyone else to be happy because they're not happy. The same whingeing, the same arrogance, the same patheticness.
Maybe you could say that Bridget Jones's Diary is this but with a Vagina but then all the whingeing is fine because having stuff coming out of your vagina once a month that isn't just always blood is really, super annoying, though I can't recall Bridget ever whingeing about Vagina-blood at all Is that the point of these books?
To take pathetic people and give them the spotlight because, deep-down, that's all of us? And we never have our voices heard, despite getting drunk every night and shouting our problems out to the night. Are you really like these characters? If you are you should be deeply ashamed and I'm glad you're stuck in a dead-end job and not actually in charge of anything. Stay there, keep your head down, procreate because you don't understand the menstrual cycle or contraception and then die.
I can't work out if the protagonist-whatever his name is, I've forgotten already-is supposed to be horrible, pathetic, whingeing, annoying, perverse-in short, a complete cunt-or not: Where we like him because, oh, he's a bit not "normal" whatever that is?
Bridget was a cunt, too. I hated them both. Is this what people are actually like? What's wrong with people? It hasn't even got a Penis, and Chick-Lit doesn't have a Vagina. It's just people being cunts. With no reference to whatever you think "cunt" actually means or the etymology of the word "cunt", anglo-saxon or Norse or whatever. Just the metaphorical sense of a person being a cunt. You know what I mean. By the way, I've realised that Love doesn't exist, it's just Fear of being Alone: I had so many interesting points to make about this book and it was all going to sound like I'd thought long and hard about it, and was making fantastic points and really making you think, and going in to how Love is a construct, and Fear is also a construct so is Love really as unreal as Fear etc but I can't be bothered.
I really can't. Why do men have to read this and not read Bridget Jones's Diary? It's exactly the same thing. Blog Reviews Instagram Twitter Nov 08, Jessica rated it liked it Recommends it for: This is the only Nick Hornby book I've read, and it seemed like a good introduction to the genre I imagine must be called "dick lit. Ultimately, I found it sort of silly and empty and I had a hard time choosing between two and three stars, but I thought I'd give it a break here, because even though it was This is the only Nick Hornby book I've read, and it seemed like a good introduction to the genre I imagine must be called "dick lit.
Ultimately, I found it sort of silly and empty and I had a hard time choosing between two and three stars, but I thought I'd give it a break here, because even though it wasn't funny like B Jones, it was a lot more culturally accessible I don't remember what kind of music Ms.
J liked, but I'll bet it was bad. After all, it's only dick lit, and it served its purpose, which was to preoccupy me while I suffered through the torturous experience of flying in an airplane. I sort of liked the formula, and the idea that the boy version of "fairytale romance" isn't meeting Miss Right and riding away together on a handsome stallion, but instead just finally scraping your shit together enough to act a little bit like a grownup in time to avoid permanently alienating the charming girl who's fed up with your tiresome immaturity.
Is that the standard male fantasy? View all 9 comments. Rob runs a record store in London, has two weird sidekicks, creates silly top-five lists of everything and his girlfriend Laura has just finished with him.
What more could I say about him? Well, Rob is thirty-five selfish asshole, pompous snob and a pathetic, emotionally immature loser. But I still like him. And who is immature now, huh? Do not worry, I will not treat you now with a tearful story about my ex, though I will tell you about a guy who, if I ever had compiled, in imitation of Rob, Rob runs a record store in London, has two weird sidekicks, creates silly top-five lists of everything and his girlfriend Laura has just finished with him.
Do not worry, I will not treat you now with a tearful story about my ex, though I will tell you about a guy who, if I ever had compiled, in imitation of Rob, list of the most memorable and painful partings in my life, would have taken not only the first place.
Actually he would take the whole podium. Piotr, do not let him remain nameless, after all the winner takes it all, so, Piotr was nice and sensitive guy, somehow wonderfully shy and helpless. He was a guy because of whom when we split-up I lost the plot for a while then.
And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn the credits, and the exit sign. Well, he was a selfish asshole and pathetic loser.
Who said that? Oh, shut up! My older and more cynical self, I'm not in the mood to listen to you today. We were wandering around the streets, by whole hours listening to the music, discussing books.
Nothing special. And Heaven knows I'm miserably now in my life I do not remember if Piotr loved The Smiths, certainly we listened to The Clash, jazz, a bit of blues. Piotr run a record store but nowadays works on the radio, sometimes I come across on his programme and Oddly enough, I never thought then he had a radio voice. And really he had. But let's get back to Rob.
Hornby created a bitter - sweet, ironic portrait of lonely and scared man. Rob is a guy with simple solution for everything, with justification for any situation. He is like a kid who believes that life is a movie in which all the others play supporting roles. But because life is neither pop charts nor listeners choice you seldom get what you think you deserve. Hornby's observations are accurate and witty, spiced with wry humour, and even when Rob feels miserable and has a hard time - this is not any existential drama.
And when he finally states that even people with, in his opinion, trashy collection of records, are ok, there is a hope for him yet. View all 21 comments. It is in the making as a series with the gender of the lead flipped - interesting! This was an okay read for me, I feel my lack of music knowledge may have not made it a winner for me. Meandering young guy, not knowing what he wants out of life it seemed to me, but he wanted a girl that's for sure.
Funny hearing the angsty teenage relationship uncertainty and sexual frustration from a guys point of view as it's usually flipped in the contemporary reads I come across. In general, the meandering feeling dragged this out for me and I wasn't fussed. Also, choosing the audio version may not have been the wisest choice, I lost interest quite easily.
A modern classic, but not for me. I'm probably just too boring, and not the target audience! View all 18 comments. Feb 10, doctor rated it did not like it Shelves: You mean the book where a pompous sack of sexist shit gets to not only take a dump on his independent ex-girlfriend, while acting pretentious based off of his 'extraordinary' music tastes, but gets her back and somehow everything between them just isn't just fixed - but somehow miraculously better?
View all 3 comments. The same guy and gal meet somewhere odd or mildly weird so that things are interesting. Probably a boss and employee type of thing The Proposal?