Pico Iyer Knihy

Nečakané priznanie uznávaného novinára – pokoj môže byť jedinečným dobrodružstvom. Pico Iyer prežil svoj život cestovaním po celom svete – od Veľkonočných ostrovov cez Etiópiu, Kubu až po Káthmandu – a písaním o svojich cestách. V tejto knihe sa paradoxne venuje svojej radosti z pokoja a ticha. „V určitom bode všetky horizontálne cesty celého sveta prestanú dávať zmysel a vy už nebudete túžiť ísť hlbšie, zažívať výzvy a nečakané okamihy, pretože pohyb je najdôležitejší v pokoji. V dobe rýchlosti som si uvedomil, že nič nemôže byť lepšie než spomaliť. V dobe ruchu nemôže byť nič drahšie ako pozornosť. A v dobe neustáleho pohybu nie je nič naliehavejšie než potreba sedieť v tichu.“

Přečtěte si nečekané vyznání známého novináře o tom, že klid může být jedinečným dobrodružstvím. Pico Iyer tráví život cestováním po celém světě – od Velikonočních ostrovů přes Etiopii, Kubu až po Kátmándú – a reportážemi ze svých cest. Ve své knížce se paradoxně věnuje radosti z poklidu a ticha, na které ho upozornil světoznámý písničkář Leonard Cohen. Inspirovaný jím, ale i Gándhím, Proustem či Emily Dickinsonovou se rozhodl cestovat nikam a najít tak svou vnitřní rovnováhu. Ponořte se do ticha a objevte nový vztah k světu tím, že se od něj odstřihnete.

Mohawk hair-cuts in Bali, yuppies in Hong Kong and Rambo rip-offs in the movie houses of Bombay are just a few of the jarring images that Iyer brings back from the Far East.

From one of our most astute observers of human nature, a far-reaching exploration of Japanese history and culture and a moving meditation on impermanence, mortality, and grief. For years, Pico Iyer has split his time between California and Nara, Japan, where he and his Japanese wife Hiroko have a small home. But when his father-in-law dies suddenly, calling him back to Japan earlier than expected, Iyer begins to grapple with the question we all have to live with: how to hold onto the things we love, even though we know that we and they are dying. In a country whose calendar is marked with occasions honoring the dead, this question is more urgent than anywhere else. Iyer leads us through the year following his father-in-law's death, introducing us to the people who populate his days: his ailing mother-in-law, who often forgets that her husband has died; his absent brother-in-law, who severed ties with his family years ago but to whom Hiroko still writes letters; and the men and women in his ping pong club, who, many years his senior, traverse their autumn years in different ways. And as the maple leaves begin to redden and the heat begins to soften, Iyer offers us a singular view of Japan, in the season that reminds us to take nothing for granted

We all carry other people inside our heads - actors, leaders, writers, people from history or fiction, met or unmet, who sometimes seem closer to us than people we know. In The Man Within My Head, Pico Iyer sets out to unravel the mysterious closeness he has always felt with the writer Graham Greene: he examines Greene's obsessions, his life on the road, his penchant for mystery. Iyer follows Greene's trail from his first novel, The Man Within, to such later classics as The Quiet American and begins to unpack all they have in common: a typical old-school education, a lifelong restlessness and refusal to make a home anywhere, a fascination with the complications of faith. The deeper Iyer plunges into their haunted kinship, however, the more he begins to wonder whether the man within his head is not Greene but his own father, or perhaps some more shadowy aspect of himself. Drawing upon experiences across the globe, from Cuba to Bhutan, and moving, as Greene would, from Sri Lanka at war to intimate moments of introspection; trying to make sense of his own past, commuting between the cloisters of a fifteenth-century boarding school and California in the 1960s, one of our most resourceful cultural explorers gives us his most personal and revelatory book yet, and one of the best new portraits of Greene himself.

From one of our most astute observers, a haunting and unexpected investigation of the many voices he carries inside himself

From one of our most astute observers of human nature, a far-reaching exploration of Japanese history and culture and a moving meditation on impermanence, mortality, and grief. For years, Pico Iyer has split his time between California and Nara, Japan, where he and his Japanese wife Hiroko have a small home. But when his father-in-law dies suddenly, calling him back to Japan earlier than expected, Iyer begins to grapple with the question we all have to live with: how to hold onto the things we love, even though we know that we and they are dying. In a country whose calendar is marked with occasions honoring the dead, this question is more urgent than anywhere else. Iyer leads us through the year following his father-in-law's death, introducing us to the people who populate his days: his ailing mother-in-law, who often forgets that her husband has died; his absent brother-in-law, who severed ties with his family years ago but to whom Hiroko still writes letters; and the men and women in his ping pong club, who, many years his senior, traverse their autumn years in different ways. And as the maple leaves begin to redden and the heat begins to soften, Iyer offers us a singular view of Japan, in the season that reminds us to take nothing for granted

Pico Iyer has been engaged in conversation with the Dalai Lama (a friend of his father's) for the last three decades-a continuing exploration of his message and its effectiveness. Now, in this insightful, impassioned book, Iyer captures the paradoxes of the Dalai Lama's position- though he has brought the ideas of Tibet to world attention, Tibet itself is being remade as a Chinese province; though he was born in one of the most remote, least developed places on earth, he has become a champion of globalism and technology. He is a religious leader who warns against being needlessly distracted by religion; a Tibetan head of state who suggests that exile from Tibet can be an opportunity; an incarnation of a Tibetan god who stresses his everyday humanity. Moving from Dharamsala, India-the seat of the Tibetan government-in-exile-to Lhasa, Tibet, to venues in the West where the Dalai Lama's pragmatism, rigour, and scholarship are sometimes lost on an audience yearning for mystical visions, The Open Road illuminates the hidden life, the transforming ideas, and the daily challenges of a global icon.

The author draws on readings, reflections, and conversations with Japanese friends to illuminate an unknown place for newcomers, and to give longtime residents a look at their home through fresh eyes. The book is full of glimpses into Japanese culture. Iyer's observations as he travels make for a series of provocations to pique the interest and curiosity of the range of fascinations the country and culture contain

Acclaimed travel writer draws upon his numerous stays at the iconic Raffles Hotel for a discovery of not just yesterday, but tomorrow. As the hotel's first Writer-in-Residence, he explores the restored grounds and reveals a rich literacy legacy with cameos by Maugham, Kipling, Didion and many other writers. This compact volume is a personal, thoughtful and surprising look at a Singapore we too often take for granted