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Chargement... Après-midi d'un écrivain (1987)par Peter Handke
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Una passeggiata, nel senso walseriano del termine, in cui l'apparente casualità del girovagare si rivela profondamente connessa al ritmo dei pensieri dello scrittore. Il gusto cinematografico di Handke è piacevolmente evidente. ( ) Why was it only when alone that he was able to participate fully? My sleep has been eroded for months now, first a deprivation of carbohydrates and now the new work responsibilities have left me precarious. I am thus aggressively self-aware during the wee hours. Peter Handke has successfully distilled such levels of examination and rendered it as literature. The protagonist is an author who finishes up his day's work, cleans around his flat and then goes for a constitutional, stops at a pub, goes to meet a translator and finally returns home. Full stop. I recommend this for all who find the day starting at 3 am. The best thing about this book is it’s length. It is barely longer than one of my toddler’s books. Here’s a plot summery: A writer finishes working for the day and decides to take a walk around an unnamed European city. He drinks some wine, some people watch him, an old man yells something about the “city of ruins,” he helps an old lady who has fallen over, he gets a lecture from a drunk at a bar, has a few philosophical musings about his career and live, has one appointment, goes home, the end. One of the most boring books I’ve ever read. Nothing happens (really, nothing). This book would be like if I decided to go for a walk and then spend an hour describing all the minutia of the walk (every leaf, the glance of a passerby, etc) to one of my friends. While the walk may be beautiful for me as I experience it, the hour long description would likely leave me without any friends. On the plus side, some sentences are beautiful and the descriptions are vivid. But descriptions without plot is like watching paint dry. The title suggests it all: procrastination and solitude are a writer's companion. Unfortunately, I did not find that the treatment of the theme was particularly alluring or interesting. Rousseau with his Promenade has already wandered through the streets in deep reflection and writer's block has been the theme of many a book. The writing is what salvages this book, but not enough to keep my interest up. It could be convincingly argued that much of what Peter Handke has written is actually about the process of writing, of finding words to describe what is, in many cases, indescribable. Most of his characters are searching for something that they are unable or can't be bothered to define. The search takes them from one place to another, on a random or circular journey that mirrors or mimics a process of discovery. The Afternoon of a Writer is another of these works, with the significant difference that the protagonist is a writer, and what's more, a character we are invited to take to be Handke himself. His journey begins with the recollection of a time when he thought he had "lost contact with language," when he had been unable to work and thus had lost his purpose in being alive. From his suburban house, where he is living contentedly with his cat, he roams into the (unnamed European) city, spends time at a cafe, where he encounters a drunk, who lectures him in an incomprehensible vernacular, and finally to a meeting with his translator, whose cheery disposition derives from no longer being a writer. This is Handke at his challenging and enigmatic best. The Afternoon of a Writer is the product of a restless and fertile mind that refuses to let anything go unquestioned. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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Premio Nobel de Literatura 2019 «Fascinante [...]. Uno de los autores más importantes en lengua alemana.» Los Angeles Times Una tarde de diciembre, a la luz del ocaso, un escritor, sentado a su mesa de trabajo, decide dar un paseo por el mundo, deambular por patios, plazas y callejuelas, perderse por arrabales y volver a su casa al abrigo de la oscuridad. Al merodear y vagar por las calles, queda impresa en la realidad una huella doble: la de la mirada proyectada hacia el exterior y la de la duda que contempla lo que pueda haber dentro de sí. Todo será percibido como por vez primera, como si al cerrar los ojos la realidad apareciera en su forma más pura y esencial. Con esta novela, Peter Handke afianzó, como en ningún otro lugar, su personal indagación en torno a las relaciones del ser humano consigo mismo y con todo aquello que lo rodea. ENGLISH DESCRIPTION Nobel Prize in Literature 2019 "Fascinating . . . One of the strongest contemporary authors to emerge from German-speaking countries." -- Los Angeles Times One December afternoon at sunset, a writer while sitting at his desk, decides to walk around town to take in the outside world; he wanders through courtyards, town squares, and alleys, gets lost in suburbs, and returns home to the shelter of darkness. As he wanders the streets, a double thought is imprinted in his reality: that of a gaze projecting outward and that of a doubt that imagines what may be within him. Everything will be perceived as if for the first time, as if by closing his eyes, reality would appear in its purest and most essential form. With this novel, Peter Handke strengthened, as never before, his inquiry about personal relationships with himself and with everything that surrounds him. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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