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Schwindel GefühleWith jingling of her bangles Does there exist a common set of fans of both Baudelaire and Shakespeare Of course Stupid me Focus There is a fifth person around the same table who is presently sweeping the uartet with the incisive broom of her bushy eyelashes Is she the decision maker or the note taker Now and then the five rearrange their azes that return to settle at familiar corners at regular intervals Parchments are frayed books are shuffled inks are spent dates are booked and budgets are corners at regular intervals Parchments are frayed books are shuffled inks are spent dates are booked and budgets are At long length the chairs cough to clear their budgets are At long length the chairs cough to clear their owners upon seeing them lock the final reminders on their phones As they exited I cast a long shot over their diminishing frames which appeared like five uneven jagged tips of an archipelago with the bunching of few declaring allegiance within the island clanSitting at a book cafe in a foreign land I am unlikely to be privy to this fivesome s next rendezvous But is it likely that a whiff of Baudelaire scent in another time in another unfamiliar land on some future date beseech me to relive this moment A jingling of bangles over lyrical waves may be Didn t I declare an unwavering twenty minutes of my life in their favor mothering a be Didn t I declare an unwavering twenty minutes of my life in their favor mothering a hope somewhere of them forming a part of what I write today and tomorrow Or was the hope hinged on the dual legs of amnesia and disillusion where a tickle of rowdy adventure may topple the balance for Awakening Spaces: French Caribbean Popular Songs, Music, and Culture goodAs a wanderer of uestionable credentials I waited for Sebald to join me in unravelling the threads of my hotchpotch travelogue He has an authorial hand that has penned a stunning vertiginous thesis legitimizing a dense brethren of Beyle view spoilerStendhal hide spoiler Vertigo is about properties of human mind and memory and the storyoes as a sudden paroxysm of dizzinessover the years I had puzzled out a ood deal in my own mind but in spite of that far from becoming clearer things now appeared to me incomprehensible than ever The images I athered from the past I said the unlikely it seemed to me that the past had actually happened in this or that way for nothing about it could be called normal most of it was absurd and if not absurd then appallingIt is a tale about that strange occupation we call livingMme Gherardi maintained that love like most other blessings of civilisation was a chimaera which we desire the the further removed we are from Nature Insofar as we seek Nature solely in another body we become cut off from Her for love she declared is a passion that pays its debts in a coin of its own mintingBetween sanity and madness there is but a step One step beyon. The narrator plunges the reader into vertigo into that swimming of the head as Webster's defines it in other words into that state so unsettling so fascinating and so stunning and strange as The New York Times Book Review declared about The Emigrants that it is like a dream you want to last forev. Orest whose trees in the wind resemble the slow undulation of oceans On these oceans barues are setting sail for unknown places They return bereft of crew host ships with holds full of enigmatic richesIt feels appropriate that the last of his fictions for me to read was his first novel for Vertigo is something like Sebald s ricorso In it Sebald appears already fully formed the wanderer in search of the strange interdependencies of Life and Fate The Teutonic conscience that cannot bear the legacy of its homeland and so exiles itself The living man ferried over Styx to the land of the dead like so many before him but unable to find port the hunter Gracchus The man to whom Art and Letters are a world above the unfathomable world below one which we carry inside of us and retreat to for meaning for solace for safety and for rejuvenation His procession home is fraught with phantoms mists paranoia doubling mirror worlds unsettling coincidences emergences of the same tonal repetitions as in a piece of music manifestations of nightmares disconsolate memories distant warnings obscure signposts and the titular unrelenting nauseating imbalance and sense of dislocation Yet it is as achingly beautiful and melancholy and brilliant "as any of his works and found me at the perfect moment when its celestial longing and "any of his works and found me at the perfect moment when its celestial longing and of the inherent beauty in the struggle at recovering the irrecoverable one of the main purposes of Art of setting down in the permanent fixture of words and images the finite the fading the ungraspable its determination not to lose the hope of uncovering meaning within the cosmic occurrence of apparently meaningless collapse its determination not to lose the hope of uncovering meaning within the cosmic occurrence of apparently meaningless collapse obscure and at times terrifying For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we still are just able to endure was much needed succor for this brother huntsman of the Black Forest this fellow Flying Dutchman Di Morte l angelo a noi s appressa Gi veggo il ciel discindersi I take refuge in prose as one might in a boat Laughter erupted from the adjacent table A middle aged lady chided a young man for his deteriorating writing skills The young man shifted in his chair with a sheepish rin nudging a tiny vial of admiration in his copper brown eyes Were they bearer of a clandestine moment His neigbour was now invoking poetry ods with the adulterated whim of neigbour was now invoking poetry ods with the adulterated whim of ventrilouist He uoted Baudelaire I think Or was that Verlaine Damn My poetry uotient is not worth a tarnished dime Anyway back to the poet He is now towering over a nubile being and scanning her notes This young thing is explaining a sonnet with Body by Darwin: How Evolution Shapes Our Health and Transforms Medicine gusto snapping the air. Signature elements of Sebald's hugely acclaimed novels The Emigrants and The Rings of Saturn An unnamed narrator beset by nervous ailments is again ouruide on a hair raising journey through the past and across Europe amid restless literary hosts Kafka Stendhal Casanova In four dizzying sections. Una fiammata brevissima uno scoppio sprizzi di scintille e poi ogni cosa si spegne Gli ingredienti sono i medesimi di Austerlitz viaggio memorie letteratura arte architettura StoriaL impasto si compone di prosa elegantissima mai artificiosa e fotografie in bianco e nero Fotografie come testimonianza di vite che furono Pensieri associazioni parallelismi ricordi ricostruzioni Pensieri evocati che non appartengono pi alle persone che li hanno concepiti perch legati ad un tempo Pensieri evocati che non appartengono pi alle persone che li hanno concepiti perch legati ad un tempo ad un luogoLa vertigine uella che coglie nel momento in cui avviene la presa di coscienza di uanto sia effimero l uomo Le Sue Pulsioni I Suoi sue pulsioni i suoi i suoi mutabili pensieri i suoi tentativi di sopravvivere al tempoVite di persone si intersecano semplicemente perch hanno solcato lo stesso suolo hanno osservato lo stesso dipinto in anni differenti attraversati dagli stessi pensieri e dalle stesse pulsioni Forse Oppure passanti in maniera fortuita per li stessi luoghi senza un disegno ma solo per pura casualit Il viaggio che compie Sebald non solo un viaggio nei luoghi un viaggio nel tempo e nelle coscienze Un tentativo di ricostruzione identit e individualit dissolte Ma come mantenere ci che stato se i luoghi e le cose non sono in rado di testimoniare uante pi immagini del passato riesco a raccogliere continuai tanto pi mi sembra inverosimile che proprio in uel modo si sia svolto il passato nulla in esso pu definirsi normale anzi la maggior parte di uanto vi accaduto ridicolo e l dove non ridicolo suscita orroreA Sebald non interessa raccontare una storia Sebald regala suggestioni I listen as it were to a soundless opera Elsewhere I have called Sebald Europe s last reat rememberer the final inheritor of the legacy of all those literary and artistic exiles of the disasters of the 20th century sort of carrying all of that over for us into the new millennium wandering late in the terrible century the landscape of what was built on top of those ruins and embers surveying in a detached mode the reconstruction smothering out the Birth and Fortune: The Impact of Numbers on Personal Welfare ghosts and relics tuned to the ever returning ever retreating voices of all of those marching backwards into history s shadows Within the fissures of all of his prose the white space between letters the timeless calamity resounds Under hisaze the stream s course not so much reverses as superimposes a river overlapping a river overlapping a river in an endless palimpsest of fading impressions yet proving ineradicable He bears witness to what is no longer witnessable the centuries accumulate in his books and become semitransparent as fog overlaying a dark morning Vertigo W G Sebald's first novel never before translated into English is perhaps his most amazing and certainly his most alarming Sebald the acknowledged master of memory's uncanniness takes the painful pleasures of unknowability to new intensities in Vertigo Here in their first flowering are the. .

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