Woodcutters
"Mr. Bernhard's portrait of a society in dissolution has a Scandinavian darkness reminiscent of Ibsen and Strindberg, but it is filtered through with a minimalist prose. . . . Woodcutters offers an unusually strange, intense, engrossing literary experience."—Mark Anderson, New York Times Book Review
"Musical, dramatic and set in Vienna, Woodcutters. . . .resembles a Strauss operetta with a libretto by Beckett."—Joseph Costes, Chicago Tribune
"Thomas Bernhard, the great pessimist-rhapsodist of German literature . . . never compromises, never makes peace with life. . . . Only in the pure, fierce isolation of his art can he get justice."—Michael Feingold, Village Voice
"In typical Bernhardian fashion the narrator is moved by hatred and affection for a society that he believes destroys the very artistic genius it purports to glorify. A superb translation."—Library Journal
The artistic life. The artistic world.Writing feels fake to me. Not other people's writing. I mean that me writing doesn't feel natural to me. The more articulate I try to be the worse it gets. This "You're such a fake" voice and a rising of stupidity blush on the back of my neck (my ears get it the worst, in the end). I do it anyway. I like thinking about stuff. I pretty much have to have it or I'll feel even more doldrums and pointless circles than ever. It's the trying to say it all together
Ok, lets just cut to the chase. This work, this novel, this brilliantly flowing diatribe of comic vitriol, is a work of pure consummate genius. The writing, the pacing, the internal dialogue, the word choice, and probably the translation, too (though that is only a guess)it is all perfect, perfect, perfect. You people will think Im joking when I say this, but I am telling you: this book is a freaking page-turner.Woodcutters is the first-person narrative of an over-the-hill, acrimonious gentleman
This excellent monologue combines the acid wit of Sorrentinos Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things to another book whose title escapes me for the moment but will be added to the review upon remembering. A melancholic and hilarious novel sans para breaks (first Bernhard for meassuming all of them are similar) told from the perspective of an embittered writer in his twilight years reflecting (after the death of a friend) upon the odious Austrian demi-monde he has been trapped in for too long.
Çok az anlatıcının beyninin taaa en dibine kadar girebilirim. Bazen dışarda kalmak daha doğru geldiği için, bazen kafamı çok yormak istemediğim, mesafeyi tercih ettiğim için, bazen istesem de beceremediğim için. O berjerde kaçıncı sayfadan itibaren, ben oturmaya başladım emin değilim, iyi ki oturmuşum, feci tavsiye ederim.
Have you ever existed within the periphery of a group of friends, or maybe classmates in school? Youre never truly accepted by them. Maybe they use you for your access to pharmaceuticals or because youre careless/generous with money. They belittle you; you are the butt of all of their jokes, theyre only nice to you when you have something to offer. Then you grow up and move on. You realize these people are shit. That theyre not as smart, as funny, as charming as you thought. You resent them for
A cím alatt a műfaj megnevezése: Indulatmű. Az indulat itt undorral vegyített gyűlölet. Köztudomású, hogy a gyűlölet és a szeretet közeli rokonok, esetleg a gyökerük azonos, van tehát szeretet is itt. Bernhard olyan hatással van rám, hogy kedvet kapok undorodni és gyűlölni, bár ezekre kevesebb hajlam van bennem. Valahol a könyv közepén éreztem azt, hogy egyre jobban értem Bernhardot, addig gyűlölködni volt kedvem tőle, onnan gyűlölni. Csodálkozom is, hogyan nem népszerűbb ez a szerző nálunk
Thomas Bernhard
Paperback | Pages: 188 pages Rating: 4.21 | 3438 Users | 311 Reviews
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Title | : | Woodcutters |
Author | : | Thomas Bernhard |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | First Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 188 pages |
Published | : | February 15th 1989 by University Of Chicago Press (first published 1984) |
Categories | : | Fiction. European Literature. German Literature. Novels. Literature |
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This controversial portrayal of Viennese artistic circles begins as the writer-narrator arrives at an 'artistic dinner' given by a composer and his society wife—a couple that the writer once admired but has now come to loathe. The guest of honor, an actor from the Burgtheater, is late. As the other guests wait impatiently, they are seen through the critical eye of the narrator, who begins a silent but frenzied, sometimes maniacal, and often ambivalent tirade against these former friends, most of whom were brought together by the woman whom they had buried that day. Reflections on Joana's life and suicide are mixed with these denunciations until the famous actor arrives, bringing a culmination to the evening for which the narrator had not even thought to hope."Mr. Bernhard's portrait of a society in dissolution has a Scandinavian darkness reminiscent of Ibsen and Strindberg, but it is filtered through with a minimalist prose. . . . Woodcutters offers an unusually strange, intense, engrossing literary experience."—Mark Anderson, New York Times Book Review
"Musical, dramatic and set in Vienna, Woodcutters. . . .resembles a Strauss operetta with a libretto by Beckett."—Joseph Costes, Chicago Tribune
"Thomas Bernhard, the great pessimist-rhapsodist of German literature . . . never compromises, never makes peace with life. . . . Only in the pure, fierce isolation of his art can he get justice."—Michael Feingold, Village Voice
"In typical Bernhardian fashion the narrator is moved by hatred and affection for a society that he believes destroys the very artistic genius it purports to glorify. A superb translation."—Library Journal
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Original Title: | Holzfällen: Eine Erregung |
ISBN: | 0226043967 (ISBN13: 9780226043968) |
Edition Language: | English |
Setting: | Vienna(Austria) |
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Ratings: 4.21 From 3438 Users | 311 ReviewsColumn About Books Woodcutters
Thus is my third experience of reading Bernhard, and after Old Masters and Correction, I had a pretty good idea what to expect. Once again this book is largely an intemperate rant against Austrian society written in a single long paragraph full of repetitions but this time I picked up on more of the humour.The unnamed narrator is a writer who has returned to Vienna after a long period in London. He is invited to an artistic dinner by his one time friends, the petit bourgeois Auersbergers, afterThe artistic life. The artistic world.Writing feels fake to me. Not other people's writing. I mean that me writing doesn't feel natural to me. The more articulate I try to be the worse it gets. This "You're such a fake" voice and a rising of stupidity blush on the back of my neck (my ears get it the worst, in the end). I do it anyway. I like thinking about stuff. I pretty much have to have it or I'll feel even more doldrums and pointless circles than ever. It's the trying to say it all together
Ok, lets just cut to the chase. This work, this novel, this brilliantly flowing diatribe of comic vitriol, is a work of pure consummate genius. The writing, the pacing, the internal dialogue, the word choice, and probably the translation, too (though that is only a guess)it is all perfect, perfect, perfect. You people will think Im joking when I say this, but I am telling you: this book is a freaking page-turner.Woodcutters is the first-person narrative of an over-the-hill, acrimonious gentleman
This excellent monologue combines the acid wit of Sorrentinos Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things to another book whose title escapes me for the moment but will be added to the review upon remembering. A melancholic and hilarious novel sans para breaks (first Bernhard for meassuming all of them are similar) told from the perspective of an embittered writer in his twilight years reflecting (after the death of a friend) upon the odious Austrian demi-monde he has been trapped in for too long.
Çok az anlatıcının beyninin taaa en dibine kadar girebilirim. Bazen dışarda kalmak daha doğru geldiği için, bazen kafamı çok yormak istemediğim, mesafeyi tercih ettiğim için, bazen istesem de beceremediğim için. O berjerde kaçıncı sayfadan itibaren, ben oturmaya başladım emin değilim, iyi ki oturmuşum, feci tavsiye ederim.
Have you ever existed within the periphery of a group of friends, or maybe classmates in school? Youre never truly accepted by them. Maybe they use you for your access to pharmaceuticals or because youre careless/generous with money. They belittle you; you are the butt of all of their jokes, theyre only nice to you when you have something to offer. Then you grow up and move on. You realize these people are shit. That theyre not as smart, as funny, as charming as you thought. You resent them for
A cím alatt a műfaj megnevezése: Indulatmű. Az indulat itt undorral vegyített gyűlölet. Köztudomású, hogy a gyűlölet és a szeretet közeli rokonok, esetleg a gyökerük azonos, van tehát szeretet is itt. Bernhard olyan hatással van rám, hogy kedvet kapok undorodni és gyűlölni, bár ezekre kevesebb hajlam van bennem. Valahol a könyv közepén éreztem azt, hogy egyre jobban értem Bernhardot, addig gyűlölködni volt kedvem tőle, onnan gyűlölni. Csodálkozom is, hogyan nem népszerűbb ez a szerző nálunk
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