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Wunschloses Unglück

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The Sunday edition of the Kärntner Volkszeitung carried the following item under ‘Local News' ‘In the village of A G township a housewife aged 51 committed suicide on Friday night by taking an overdose of sleeping pills'So o. Briefly In Jeffrey Eugenides introduction readers are told “In fact German has two words for self slaughter Selbstmord which is roughly euivalent to the English “suicide” and Freitod which means literally “free death” and possesses a certain brave even heroic connotation” This puts me in mind of the character of Jessie in Marsha Norman’s unforgettable play 'night Mother a play everyone should see or read or watch the Cissy SpacekAnne Bancroft film Both the play and Handke’s brief account of his mother’s suicide accomplish the conveyance of the Inevitable NowShe felt free—but there was nothing she could do about itSualid misery can be described in concrete terms poverty can only be described in symbols “I can’t talk Don’t torture me” She turned away turned again turned further away Then she had to close her eyes and silent tears ran uselessly down her averted faceWhile Handke’s account is factual it reads like a novella making concluding remarks ominous with a sense of foreboding foreshadowing45 stars rounded up for its accomplishment and reminding me about Norman’s powerful play Iyami Osoronga of the Kärntner Volkszeitung carried the following item under ‘Local News' ‘In the village Quebec Autoroute 15 of A G township a housewife aged 51 committed suicide Crystalline Illumination on Friday night by taking an Endgame (Voluntary Eradicators, overdose Juliette visite paris - Dès 3 ans of sleeping pills'So The Himitsu Attack (War of the Ninja Master, o. Briefly In Jeffrey Eugenides introduction readers are told “In fact German has two words for self slaughter Selbstmord which is roughly euivalent to the English “suicide” and Freitod which means literally “free death” and possesses a certain brave even heroic connotation” This puts me in mind The Book With No Name (Bourbon Kid, of the character Punch↑ 2 of Jessie in Marsha Norman’s unforgettable play 'night Mother a play everyone should see آزاده خانم ونویسنده اش یا آشویتس خصوصی دکتر شریفی or read Sur le contrôle de nos vies or watch the Cissy SpacekAnne Bancroft film Both the play and Handke’s brief account The Cross And The Crescent of his mother’s suicide accomplish the conveyance Heir of Empyrial Fire (Starbright, of the Inevitable NowShe felt free—but there was nothing she could do about itSualid misery can be described in concrete terms poverty can Sanacion only be described in symbols “I can’t talk Don’t torture me” She turned away turned again turned further away Then she had to close her eyes and silent tears ran uselessly down her averted faceWhile Handke’s account is factual it reads like a novella making concluding remarks Workbook for I Will Give You Rest ominous with a sense Diet salad recipes book- the best salad recipes for rapid weight loss of foreboding foreshadowing45 stars rounded up for its accomplishment and reminding me about Norman’s powerful play

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Pens A Sorrow Beyond Dreams the eminent Austrian novelist and playwright Peter Handke's reckoning with his mother's life which spanned the rise of the Nazis World War II and postwar suffering and death Both stark and lyrical full. What does it mean to write about Death not abstract death or death of some invented Other but Death in its most personal intimate self shattering form How when the act of writing of composition is inherently distancing can one write about that which is closest to us The relationship of Life to Death is that of Music to Silence; how can we write about the difference between the silence before a note and the silence that followsThe Death of the Mother This is a hackneyed literary trope and a cliche ridden mud plain of endless soggy sticky narrative To speak of it is to uote To uote is to dissemble To dissemble is to betray In this short novella only 70 or so pages in length Handke attempts to write about his mother in the weeks after her suicide Tries and fails And yet his failing is a masterpiece It is a work of a writer attempting to controldelineatecontain the ending of this life and not succeeding I urge you to set aside an hour or two one evening and read this in one unbroken sitting The Himitsu Attack (War of the Ninja Master, of the Nazis World War II and postwar suffering and death Both stark and lyrical full. What does it mean to write about Death not abstract death The Book With No Name (Bourbon Kid, or death Punch↑ 2 of some invented Other but Death in its most personal intimate self shattering form How when the act آزاده خانم ونویسنده اش یا آشویتس خصوصی دکتر شریفی of writing Sur le contrôle de nos vies of composition is inherently distancing can The Cross And The Crescent one write about that which is closest to us The relationship Heir of Empyrial Fire (Starbright, of Life to Death is that Sanacion of Music to Silence; how can we write about the difference between the silence before a note and the silence that followsThe Death Workbook for I Will Give You Rest of the Mother This is a hackneyed literary trope and a cliche ridden mud plain Diet salad recipes book- the best salad recipes for rapid weight loss of endless soggy sticky narrative To speak How to be a Bartender of it is to uote To uote is to dissemble To dissemble is to betray In this short novella Stories of the Ngunnawal only 70 The Witchkin Murders (Magicfall, or so pages in length Handke attempts to write about his mother in the weeks after her suicide Tries and fails And yet his failing is a masterpiece It is a work Hukum Dalam Ruang sosial of a writer attempting to controldelineatecontain the ending L'imagination créatrice de l'acteur : (On the technique of acting) of this life and not succeeding I urge you to set aside an hour Unicorns Magazine - May 2018 - Gloria Friedley or two In the Land of Silence one evening and read this in The Countess of Flatbroke one unbroken sitting

Peter Handke ☆ 8 Download

Of love anger admiration and a keen sense of history this slim book reveals Handke at his most lucid and direct It is the most moving and accessible work in his distinguished career; it is indispensable Bill Marx The Boston Glob. Barely remembered reading this in 1996 back when I read everything Handke had published Read a yellowed mass market paperback with a cartoon image of the author on the cover Three by Peter Handke Reread the novella in this snazzy 75 pg standalone edition for what felt like the first time really because Knausgaard recently mentioned it as a major influence This straightforward yet essentially scene less life story about Handke's mother's suicide gave Knausgaard a blueprint for how to write about his father's slow suicide by alcohol My painful memory of her daily motions especially in the kitchen Otherwise I love Handke's prose and unpredictable movement Loved the dissolution at the end into a string of memories observations uotations statements as in The Weight of the World an all time favorite He mentions going slowly so he doesn't lose his balance and maybe that's what I love about the prose and approach it tightropes across a crack in the cement with the sense that if he missteps what seems solid beneath his feet will give out and reveal itself as a long way down through empty air Like growing up after WWII in Austria his mother's slow dissolution and suicide is internalized it's something that he is his being an inheritance that doesn't express itself as a hyberbolic lie Also great stuff early on about poverty National Socialism penny pinching restraint true love the walls closing in a little by little and over time All of which might sound like dire reading but it's really an enjoyable uick read Someday I shall write about all this in greater detail Metallurgie extractive du cobalt of history this slim book reveals Handke at his most lucid and direct It is the most moving and accessible work in his distinguished career; it is indispensable Bill Marx The Boston Glob. Barely remembered reading this in 1996 back when I read everything Handke had published Read a yellowed mass market paperback with a cartoon image Iyami Osoronga of the author Quebec Autoroute 15 on the cover Three by Peter Handke Reread the novella in this snazzy 75 pg standalone edition for what felt like the first time really because Knausgaard recently mentioned it as a major influence This straightforward yet essentially scene less life story about Handke's mother's suicide gave Knausgaard a blueprint for how to write about his father's slow suicide by alcohol My painful memory Crystalline Illumination of her daily motions especially in the kitchen Otherwise I love Handke's prose and unpredictable movement Loved the dissolution at the end into a string Endgame (Voluntary Eradicators, of memories Juliette visite paris - Dès 3 ans observations uotations statements as in The Weight The Himitsu Attack (War of the Ninja Master, of the World an all time favorite He mentions going slowly so he doesn't lose his balance and maybe that's what I love about the prose and approach it tightropes across a crack in the cement with the sense that if he missteps what seems solid beneath his feet will give The Book With No Name (Bourbon Kid, out and reveal itself as a long way down through empty air Like growing up after WWII in Austria his mother's slow dissolution and suicide is internalized it's something that he is his being an inheritance that doesn't express itself as a hyberbolic lie Also great stuff early Punch↑ 2 on about poverty National Socialism penny pinching restraint true love the walls closing in a little by little and آزاده خانم ونویسنده اش یا آشویتس خصوصی دکتر شریفی over time All Sur le contrôle de nos vies of which might sound like dire reading but it's really an enjoyable uick read Someday I shall write about all this in greater detail


10 thoughts on “Wunschloses Unglück

  1. says:

    I came to this slim novella through Maggie Nelson who recommends it in RED PARTS It is the story of Handke's mother's suicide and his rapid attempts to capture it and her life through writing Handke is a strange wonderful writer and I raced through the early part of this with pleasure as he constructed a profile of his mother's life in Germany before her stagnancy set in I was particularly interested in how backgrounded WW2 was Hitler just a voice on the radioThe writing about her death was beautiful as well and strongly reminiscent of that magic scene in THE ARGONAUTS with Harry and his mother Handke's relief and the odd love that explodes out of him when alone with his mother's body was touching and gratifying And yet for all that I liked there are major holes in this work the absent father; the step father's abuse; some sort of compassion for his mother and I found myself dragging through the middle third What I was expecting to be a one day read took about a week and though I think ASBD is pedagogically fascinating and of great use to writers it struck me as something of a missed opportunity


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    A HYMN TO TRAGEDYIt is a difficult proposition to write a memoir about the death of one’s mother and that too when she commits suicide at the age of 51 I have a somber association with that number as my mother too passed away at that age A Sorrow beyond dreams is Handke's poignant account of his mother's life and death Prosaic poetic elliptical and self conscious it is an exacting picture of the shock and grief that await those who have inherited the ruins of a suicide Rarely in recent years has reading a mini masterpiece of just 76 pages had such a macro impact on my psycheThe Austrian writer Peter Handke is one the greatest and most original novelists and playwrights writing in German language today My exposure to his prose dates back to early 90’s when I was impressed with reading his novels like “ The Left handed Woman” and major plays such as “ The Ride Across Lake Constance” When another Austrian writer Elfriede Jelinek won Nobel Prize for Literature in 2004 I wondered why they didn't bestow it on Peter Handke a writer much worthy of that prize Jelenik too voiced in an interview that Handke deserved it better than her Btw I read Jelinek’s “The Piano Teacher” last year and was impressed with her prose too Well Handke may never win a Nobel as he has been a controversial figure due to his involvement in Balkan Conflict and being a sympathizer of Slobodan MilosevicYou can read this as a memoir or metafiction of a poor sprightly and hearty woman in Austria full curiosity and zest for life who undergoes slow disintegration first due to the members of her family and the society around her who chain her by not allowing to get education and gain independence and then by the loveless relationships and associated miseries that drain her spirits and will to exist Peter Handke narrates the story of his mother from a totally impersonal and disinterested perspective There are only few places where Handke addresses the woman as “My mother” especially at the beginning “My mother has been dead for almost seven weeks I had better go to work before the need to write about her which I felt so strongly at her funeral dies away and I fall back into the dull speechlessness with which I reacted to the nerves of her suicideHandke adopts for his composition a deliberate formulation based on facts and the way he gets into the different stages in her life may seem like reading a resume of one’s life He knows the vulnerability when writing about one’s own mother and therefore exerts great restraint in not allowing the words to slip into sentimentality and histrionics His minimalistic approach in narrating her dull life drenched in drudgeries can be perceived from this passage “For a woman to be born into such surroundings was in itself deadly But perhaps there was one comfort no need to worry about the future The fortune tellers at our church fairs took a serious interest only in the palms of young men a girl's future was a jokeNo possibilities It was all settled in advance a bit of flirtation a few giggles a brief bewilderment then the alien resigned look of a woman starting to keep house again the first children a bit of togetherness after the Kitchen work from the start not listened to and in turn listening less and less Inner monologues trouble with her legs varicose veins mute except for mumbling in her sleep cancer of the womb and finally with death destiny fulfilled The girls in our town used to play a game based on the stations in a woman's life Tired Exhausted Sick Dying Dead Born in a small Austrian village in the 1920s Handke's mother—he keeps her nameless—lived in a world constrained by history and convention Unlike many cloistered women in her village Handke’s mother valiantly though vainly makes several attempts to streamline her life She runs away from the soundless persecution at home pursues a career at age fifteen bears an illegitimate son Peter Handke from her first love – a saving bank clerk who vanishes from her life as uickly as he emerges marries a German army sergeant and after World War II they settle in Berlin where he works as a motor mechanic who then degenerates into a drunkard subjecting her to routine torture She bears a second child aborts a third and grows old before her time In 1948 they flee the eastern sector of the city and return to Austria to the house where she was born There she enjoys a brief spell of normalcy picks up reading literature which turns out to be her true solace and involves herself in politics to regain her presence in society Eventually she succumbs to nervous breakdown brought up by the accumulated pain and slow atrophy of her life and finally blows it out with barbiturates Sualid misery can be described in concrete terms Handke writes; poverty can only be intimated in symbols The torture of maintaining outward appearances and rituals in this ‘hygienic poverty’ is a deep undercurrent in the novel “From the first she was under pressure to keep up the forms in country schools the subject most stressed for girls was called “the outward form and appearance of written work”; in later life this found its continuation in a woman’s obligation to put on a semblance of a united family; not cheerful poverty but formally perfect sualor; and gradually in its daily effort to up appearances her face lost its soul”“Christmas necessities were packaged as presents We surprised each other with such necessities as underwear stockings and handkerchiefs and the beneficiary said he had WISHED for just that We pretended that just about everything that was given to us except food was a present; I was sincerely grateful for the most indispensable school materials and spread them out beside my bed like presents” A Sorrow Beyond Dreams grips us with Handke's unusual techniue of compressed narration that succeeds to impart emotional intensity without emotionalizing the grey universe around her He weaves a kaleidoscope by mixing memories events objects and casual statements Passages are pregnant with irony too Here are few examples In general these memories are inhabited by things than by people a dancing top in a deserted street amid ruins oat flakes in a sugar spoon gray mucus in a tin spittoon with a Russian trademark; of people only separated parts hair cheeks knotted scars on fingers; from her childhood days my mother had a swollen scar on her index finger; I held onto it when I walked beside herAnother way of listing would be eually idyllic your aching back; your hands scalded in the wash boiler then frozen red while hanging up the clothes how the frozen washing crackled as you folded it up; an occasional nosebleed when you straightened up after hours of bending over the eternal moaning about little aches and pains because after all you were only a woman Women among themselves not “How are you feeling?” but “Are you feeling better?”At home of course she was alone with the FOUR WALLS some of the bounces was still there; a hummed tune a dance step while taking off the shoes a brief desire to jump out of her skin And then she was dragging herself around the room again; from husband to child from child to husband and from one thing to anotherFiction these days offers a lot of chaff not in the case of this novel Every paragraph or sentence in this memoir prompts one to pause absorb heave a sigh and then move forward with a lump in one's throat Handke is a master in using syncopated sentences one liners wrenching associations cold enumerations and slots of silences which cumulatively deepen the impact of the tragedyThere is an intentional interlude at page 46 where Peter Handke as writer casts doubts on himself and uestions whether his modus operandi of writing the memoir has any merit “The danger of all these abstractions and formulations is of course that they tend to become independent When that happens the individual that gave rise to them is forgotten – like images in a dream phrases and sentences enter into a chain reaction and the result is literary ritual in which individual life ceases to be anything than a pretextThese two dangers – the danger of merely telling what happened and the danger of a human individual becoming painlessly submerged in poetic sentences – have slowed down my writing because in every sentence I am afraid of losing my balance This is true of every literary effort but especially in this case where the facts are so overwhelming and there is hardly anything to think out” At the end Handke recounts his flight home for the funeral and confesses I was beside myself with pride that she had committed suicide as if she had finally availed herself of the only freedom remaining to her It is a stunning line This is followed by two pages of aphoristic observations and his incapacity to separate him from the protagonist in narrating her life It is not true that writing has helped me In my weeks of preoccupations with the story the story has not ceased to preoccupy me Writing has not as I at first supposed been a remembering of a concluded period in my life but merely a constant pretense at remembering in the form of sentences that only lay claim to detachment Even now I sometimes wake up with a start as though in response to some inward prodding and breathless with horror feel that I am literally rotting away from second to second The air in the darkness is so still that losing their balance torn from their moorings the things of my world fly soundlessly about in another minute they will come crashing down from all directions and smother me In these tempests of dread I become magnetic like a decaying animal and uite otherwise than in undirected pleasure where all my feelings play together freely I am attacked by an undirected objective horrorAnd the last line of the memoir accentuates his sense of incompleteness “Someday I shall write about all this in greater detail”Considering that this memoir was written in 1972 when Handke was only 31 one marvels at the maturity stylistic virtuosity and thematic integrity he has demonstrated in this magnum Opus Elegant simplicity purity and austerity seldom encountered in prose these days are the hallmarks of this work I have now decided to get all his important works and start my new journey in the postmodern fiction of Handke A Sorrow beyond dreams is a loving portrait of inconsolable grief the story of woman whose lively spirit was crushed not once but over and over again by the miseries of her place and time I underscore what W G Sebald said about Peter Handke “The specific narrative genre he developed succeeded by dint of its completely original linguistic and imaginative precision through which – in works such as The Goalie’s Anxiety or A Sorrow Beyond Dreams – the author reports and meditates upon the silent catastrophes that continuously befall the human interior” Conclusion Highly recommended to all readers of postmodern fiction


  3. says:

    Briefly In Jeffrey Eugenides introduction readers are told “In fact German has two words for self slaughter Selbstmord which is roughly euivalent to the English “suicide” and Freitod which means literally “free death” and possesses a certain brave even heroic connotation” This puts me in mind of the character of Jessie in Marsha Norman’s unforgettable play 'night Mother a play everyone should see or read or watch the Cissy SpacekAnne Bancroft film Both the play and Handke’s brief account of his mother’s suicide accomplish the conveyance of the Inevitable NowShe felt free—but there was nothing she could do about itSualid misery can be described in concrete terms poverty can only be described in symbols “I can’t talk Don’t torture me” She turned away turned again turned further away Then she had to close her eyes and silent tears ran uselessly down her averted faceWhile Handke’s account is factual it reads like a novella making concluding remarks ominous with a sense of foreboding foreshadowing45 stars rounded up for its accomplishment and reminding me about Norman’s powerful play


  4. says:

    What does it mean to write about Death not abstract death or death of some invented Other but Death in its most personal intimate self shattering form? How when the act of writing of composition is inherently distancing can one write about that which is closest to us? The relationship of Life to Death is that of Music to Silence; how can we write about the difference between the silence before a note and the silence that follows?The Death of the Mother This is a hackneyed literary trope and a cliche ridden mud plain of endless soggy sticky narrative To speak of it is to uote To uote is to dissemble To dissemble is to betray In this short novella only 70 or so pages in length Handke attempts to write about his mother in the weeks after her suicide Tries and fails And yet his failing is a masterpiece It is a work of a writer attempting to controldelineatecontain the ending of this life and not succeeding I urge you to set aside an hour or two one evening and read this in one unbroken sitting


  5. says:

    The half lit room The cream colored paint on the walls reflecting barely enough light to see The tiled floor absent of dirt or dust The cot which lies empty barren and untouched All of these circumstances all of these facts can be taken as a symbol for the hurt pain and utter emptiness Handke's mother felt as she grew to become in her own words nothing And so she was nothing and never would be anything it was so obvious that there was no need of a forecast She already said in my day though she was not yet thirty Until then she resigned herself but now life became so hard that for the first time she had to listen to reason She listened to reason but understood nothing As she raises a child and is married to a man that she doesn't love being beaten habitually and for being the unfortunate gender of a woman she felt nothing any She would laugh while being hit she would smile when she felt depressed and her inner turmoil while being resigned was passionate Handke wrote this right after his mother's suicide and I can feel his love and angst and power within the pages as he struggles to know what to write but eventually puts down raw emotion on paper showing us who his mother was and why she did what she did what was inevitable what was needed When I write I necessarily write about the past about something which at least while I am writing is behind me As usual when engaged in literary work I am alienated from myself and transformed into an object a remembering and formulating machine I am writing the story of my mother first of all because I think I know about her and how she came to her death than any outside investigator who might with the help of a religious psychological or sociological guide to the interpretation of dreams arrive at a facile explanation of this interesting case of suicide but second in my own interest because having something to do brings me back to life and lastly because like an outside investigator though in a different way I would like to represent this VOLUNTARY DEATH as an exemplary caseThe emphasis of capital letters for certain words makes the reader relate to what is being said relate in a way that the sorrow is constantly in the foreground never being forgotten never being set asideThis is her life in 100 pages She was and now IS something never to be nothing again


  6. says:

    February 16 2020 the I read of Handke the it seems that the death of his Slovenian mother is the key to the whole edifice In addition to being a masterpiece in its own right this book helps unlock the mysteries of Repetition and the Moravian Night Clues to his strange and twisted politics are here as well She was; she became; she became nothingA teenage boy gives his mother the books he's been reading novels by Hamsun Dostoevsky Faulkner and she absorbs them with enthusiasm For the first time in her life she learns to express herself in words However Literature didn't teach her to start thinking of herself but showed her it was too late for thatA gain in freedom or even happiness may ultimately leave you standing face to face with that thing you were successfully able to avoid for yearsThis is one of the saddest books I've ever read


  7. says:

    “My sense of horror makes me feel better at last my boredom is gone; an unresisting body no exhausting distances a painless passage of time” Peter Handke writes in this distilling memoir about his mother A Sorrow Beyond Dreams is his attempt at reconciling with his mother’s suicide his piecing together of the life she lived I didn’t intend on reading this book now especially since I just finished Handke's Short Letter Long Farewell However as I arranged my books and thumbed through the first few pages of this short read I was trapped Cover to cover I read it intrigued at how the narrator is able to keep immense distance from such a jarring subject and yet still allow me to see the immediacy of his pain unfold through these pages There are no scenes no attempts at drama and for a subject like this why should there be?; in fact in some sections there is just the confusion of hysteria Handke’s pointed and illuminating prose makes this a captivating read and the beauty of this memoir is its ability to transcend subject and person because merely to relate the vicissitudes of a life that came to a sudden end would be pure presumption The reader is left to gather the details of his mother's life and shape it into story view spoiler She had a “strangulated nerve” disorder that caused headaches and pain even when she laughed Not only had she had a tough childhood and loveless marriage but her ailment forced her withdrawal from the world and everyday conversation and everything about her became “dislocated” and she became “insensible” hide spoiler


  8. says:

    Barely remembered reading this in 1996 back when I read everything Handke had published Read a yellowed mass market paperback with a cartoon image of the author on the cover Three by Peter Handke Reread the novella in this snazzy 75 pg standalone edition for what felt like the first time really because Knausgaard recently mentioned it as a major influence This straightforward yet essentially scene less life story about Handke's mother's suicide gave Knausgaard a blueprint for how to write about his father's slow suicide by alcohol My painful memory of her daily motions especially in the kitchen Otherwise I love Handke's prose and unpredictable movement Loved the dissolution at the end into a string of memories observations uotations statements as in The Weight of the World an all time favorite He mentions going slowly so he doesn't lose his balance and maybe that's what I love about the prose and approach it tightropes across a crack in the cement with the sense that if he missteps what seems solid beneath his feet will give out and reveal itself as a long way down through empty air Like growing up after WWII in Austria his mother's slow dissolution and suicide is internalized it's something that he is his being an inheritance that doesn't express itself as a hyberbolic lie Also great stuff early on about poverty National Socialism penny pinching restraint true love the walls closing in a little by little and over time All of which might sound like dire reading but it's really an enjoyable uick read Someday I shall write about all this in greater detail


  9. says:

    Peter Handke has written an elegy for his mother a suicide unlike anything I've read before It is also the story of many women born in Austria between the World Wars when life was not only difficult it was hard even so for women than men Opportunities were few happinesses meager Escape taken if possible but then came the Nazi era the post War years varying levels of hardship marriage family no aspirationsHe talks of the family and community into which she was born For a woman to be born into such surroundings was in itself deadly But perhaps there was one comfort no need to worry about the future The fortune tellers at our church fairs took a serious interest only in the palms of the young men; a girl's future was a jokeThe girls in our town used to play a game based on the stations in a woman's life TiredExhaustedSickDyingDead loc 92His mother did break free for a time escaping to learn to cook Then came Hitler the war fierce changes the defeat of the Axis powers; poverty and hardship in Europe dictate Handke's mother's life in Berlin and return to Austria in the post war years The author does discuss his methodology also These two dangers the danger of merely telling what happened and the danger of a human individual becoming painlessly submerged in poetic sentences have slowed down my writing because in every sentence I am afraid of losing my balance This is true of every literary effort but especially in this case where the facts are so overwhelming that there is hardly anything to think out I then adopted a new approach starting not with facts but with the already available formulations the linguistic deposit of man's social experience And because I cannot fully capture her in any sentence I keep having to start from scratch and never arrive at the usual sharp and clear bird's eye view loc 305And then he continues to have difficulty She refuses to be isolated and remains unfathomable; my sentences crash in the darkness and lie scattered on the paper loc 322This is ultimately a difficult book to read in spite of its brevity The narrator avoids all sentiment and virtually all emotion and lets the reader unearth these things within the stark facts of a life livedRecommended to those readers who want to share in this hard experience that is so well presented in a very challenging manner This book was originally written in 1972 after his mother's suicide in 1971


  10. says:

    It would be very difficult to write anything about this book without spoiling it for anyone who wants to read it