第1篇：《孤獨或類似的東西》讀後感
《孤獨或類似的東西》讀後感
讀完某一作品後，相信你心中會有不少感想，這時就有必須要寫一篇讀後感了！是不是無從下筆、沒有頭緒？以下是小編為大家收集的《孤獨或類似的東西》讀後感，歡迎大家分享。
每個人都是獨特的個體，或多或少地擁有自己的故事。每個人也難免，會有自己與芸芸眾生格格不入的感受的時候，這多半也是在一個人感到孤獨的時候。我常常在想一個邊緣人的生活，或許是安妮寶貝早期筆下的`那些年輕又愛離家出走的茫然無措的青年，或許是耶茨《十一種孤獨》中那些每日在世俗中度日的普通人，或許是村上春樹寫過的直子或者多畸作，或許是帕慕克《新人生》中那個不停尋找的年輕人(我忘記他叫什麼名字了)，不管他們的經歷有怎樣的差異，和普羅大眾相比，他們顯然是截然不同的人生。
《孤獨或類似的東西》裏的各位主人公也差不多如此。五個小短篇，《八月的傾斜》是國中時的戀人去世後難以擺脱的精神麻痺與十多年後即將成婚前的放下;《慢慢地下坡吧》是對一個普通人的一生所謂頂峯與下坡的思考;《孤獨或類似的東西》是雙胞胎姐姐在妹妹去世後的感情的壓抑;《共鳴》是讀書會的年輕人在玩自殺遊戲後一個人卻真的自殺了的思索;《靈魂之籠》是母親殉情後成為孤兒的小女孩十幾年裏將自己困在牢籠終致抑鬱。每個故事裏的人都是不同的經歷，這些不同的經歷建構了他們不幸的人生旅途。
我們每個人或許不會有類似於他們的經歷，但由這些不幸的人的所有遭遇以及感情所在，卻是能夠真切地去感受到的。孤獨、痛苦、無望、困惑，儘管際遇迥異，但是感情始終是一致的。
每個普通的個體，在一往無前的生活中隱藏了每個人獨具的經歷與憂傷，這些經歷與憂傷或大或小地影響着各自的人生。也在這各自不同千奇百怪的人生中，每個人都能從其中攫取與自己心底所感的共鳴。
孤獨或類似的東西，任何一種別人無法體會的情緒與感受，讓我們每個人，獨特而圓滿。
另補：對這幾篇小説稍覺遺憾之處的是，作者很執着地描繪了死亡，或是親人，或是戀人，或是朋友。這多少讓人覺得有些單調，而對作者構思故事的思路有所懷疑。但值得肯定的是，這幾篇故事儘管過程顯得非常灰暗，但結局都是陽光積極的。
第2篇：
這次英語專修的考察是看《Words from a father》，然後寫讀後感，其實翻譯出來就是“愛在無聲時”，記得在大三的時候，在某個專欄裏，我已經看過中文版的了，在第一次看的時候，內心就有了一定的觸動！然而，當再次看到英文版的時候，內心又一次澎湃了。。。
其實寫讀後感可以説是我們這些大學生寒暑假的專利了，因為每次放假，學校一定會佈置類似讀後感的作業！有時想不出題材的時候就湊上幾篇讀後感，大多是革命色彩的文章，例如方誌敏怎樣堅持敵後抗戰。
然而這次，又看到這篇文章《Words from a father》，很感動，或許感動於這種生活態度，對生命，對自己的寬容——我有這種感覺也許是因為以前我的生活受到好多壓迫。
文章主要是説一位二十三歲的兒子剛從大學畢業，與我們不同的是他要從美國家鄉前往法國，學法語，還有感受另外一個國家的生活。
文章的作者，也就是爸爸在兒子遠行前對兒子（Daniel）説的話是：
One day I told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn‘t take a year or two off to travel when I finished is the best way, to my way of thinking, to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on I had married and begun working, I found that the dream of living in another culture had vanished.
翻譯：有一天我告訴丹尼爾，至今我最大的遺憾就是我沒有在大學畢業後的一兩年裏盡情地旅行。在我看來，這是開闊眼界、積累和觀察生活的最好方式，但是當我一旦結婚和工作以後我發現生活在其他世界的夢想就破滅了。丹尼爾在臨行前有很多擔憂，他的朋友們認為他瘋了。在朋友看來他的行為是很不尋常，因為他居然在畢業後在大學的飯館裏當服務生，快遞員，刷牆漆的工人，然後用自己賺到的這些錢準備去法國，我想如果在中國的話絕大部分家長無法接受辛辛苦苦培養出來的大學生兒子居然這樣去“糟蹋”自己的職業開端。然而這位爸爸卻那麼寬容，放手讓兒子按照自己的方式去闖蕩，對兒子有足夠的信任，並且在他沒有足夠把握，在彷徨的時候居然還以常人不同的思維方式去支持他。
就像我的一個朋友在自己的第一份工作中他放棄了，並不是遇到什麼困難，而是他想再次進入校園讀書，他毅然決定放棄這份有成就的工作。開始我很難以理解，因為他的工作是可以的，待遇也不錯，至少，他在工作上是付出很多的，而現在我卻支持他的舉動：做一些自己想做的事吧，哪怕很苦，哪怕賺的錢不到原來的三分之一，哪怕還要賠錢，那麼只為最原先的夢。因為我們無法用錢去衡量一種經歷的價值！
就在這次國慶回家，當我在思索自己的能力，想着畢業後自己的出路的時候，這時最受鼓勵的是我的爸爸告訴我：“人生本來就是要走走停停，從國小到大學我們一路都沒有停過，現在可以停一停啊。”我就是從那個時候開始備受啟發的，多少有點像爸爸説的那樣，其實完全可以不像傳統的方式那樣生活，為什麼要像老一輩人那樣畢業後就進一個“穩”到一眼望到五十歲退休的工作？為什麼總想一次到位，安排好以後的一切？為什麼畢業後理所當然地要把找對象，結婚提上日程？為什麼??我知道身邊有一大部分人因為這些“為什麼”而困擾，並不知道答案只知道不由自主地會這樣去遵循。
我們是不是太服從了？這半年，我漸漸學着給自己自由：儘管臉上有難看的痘痘，但還是要去森林公園燒烤；雖然花了好多血汗錢，還是要拍寫真；週末去海底世界看看，去動物園走走，和朋友買衣服，品嚐一些很貴但很特別的食物，明白了幸福是什麼——自由，雖然這不是幸福的全部，但是沒有自由絕不幸福。
原文：
Words From a Father
In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son, Daniel, his backpack by his were saying a few hours he would be flying to would be staying there for at least a year to learn another language and experience life in a different country.
It was a transitional time in Daniel‘s life, a paage, a step from college into the adult world.I wanted to leave him some words that would have some meaning, some significance beyond the moment.
But nothing came from my sound broke the stillne of my beachside ide, I could hear the shrill cries of sea gulls as they circled the ever changing surf on Long de, I stood frozen and quiet, looking into the searching eyes of my son.
What made it more difficult was that I knew this was not the first time I had let such a moment Daniel was five, I took him to the
school-bus stop on his first day of kindergarten.I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner.I saw colour flush his cheeks as the bus pulled looked at me-as he did now.
What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I be okay? And then he walked up the steps of the bus and disappeared the bus drove I had said nothing.
A decade or so later, a similar scene played itself his mother, I drove him to William and Mary College in first night, he went out with his new schoolmates, and when he met us the next morning, he was was coming down with mononucleosis, but we could not know that thought he had a hangover.
In his room, Dan lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home.I tried to think of something to say to give him courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life.
Again, words failed me.I mumbled something like, "Hope you feel better Dan." And I left.
Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those lost many times have we all let such moments pa? A boy graduates from school, a daughter gets go through the motions of the ceremony, but we don‘t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell them what they have meant to what they might expect to face in the years ahead.
How fast the years had el was born in New Orleans, LA., in 1962, slow to walk and talk, and small of was the tiniest in his cla, but he developed a warm, outgoing nature and was popular with his was coordinated and 6)agile, and he became adept in sports.
Baseball gave him his earliest was an outstanding pitcher in Little League, and eventually, as a senior in high school, made the varsity, winning half the team‘s games with a record of five wins and two graduation, the coach named Daniel the team‘s most valuable player.
His finest hour, though, came at a school science entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system was primitive and crude, especially compared to the fancy, computerized, blinking-light models entered by other wife, Sara, felt embarraed for him.
It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work-their parents had made their the judges went on their rounds, they found that these other kids couldn‘t answer their el answered every the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit, they gave it to him.
By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 was muscular and in superb condition, but he never pitched another inning, having given up baseball for English literature.I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent, but proud that he had made such a mature decision.
One day I told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn‘t take a year or two off to travel when I finished is the best way, to my way of thinking, to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on I had married and begun working, I found that the dream of living in another culture had vanished.
Daniel thought about friends said that he would be insane to put his career on he decided it wasn‘t so r
graduation, he worked as a waiter at college, a bike meenger and a house the money he earned, he had enough to go to Paris.
The night before he was to leave, I toed in bed.I was trying to figure out something to ing came to e, I thought, it wasn‘t neceary to say anything.
What does it matter in the course of a life-time if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? But as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it does father and I loved each , I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that , I could feel my palms sweat and my throat is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart? My mouth turned dry, and I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly.
“Daniel," I said, "if I could have picked, I would have picked you."
That‘s all I could say.I wasn‘t sure he understood what I he came toward me and threw his arms around a moment, the world and all its people vanished, and there was just Daniel and me in our home by the sea.
He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldn‘t
understand what he was I was aware of was the stubble on his chin as his face preed against then, the moment ended.I went to work, and Daniel left a few hours later with his girlfriend.
That was seven weeks ago, and I think about him when I walk along the beach on sands of miles away, somewhere out past the ocean waves breaking on the deserted shore, he might be scurrying acro Boulevard Saint Germain, strolling through a musty hallway of the Louvre, bending an elbow in a Left Bank café.
What I had said to Daniel was clumsy and was yet, it was everything.
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