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Sorstalanság kindle ´ 287 pages Download Ð johnscyclingdiary ↠ ❮Ebook❯ ➩ Sorstalanság Author Imre Kertész – Johns-cycling-diary.co.uk Imre Kertész ist etwas Skandalöses gelungen die Entmystifizierung von Auschwitz Es gibt kein literarisches Werk das in dieser Konseuenz ohne zNz ohne zu deuten ohne zu werten der Perspektive eines staunenden Kindes treu geblieben ist Wohl nie zuvor hat ein Autor seine Figur Sc This is when I found out that you could be bored even in Auschwitz provided you were choosy We waited and we waited and as I come to think of it we waited for nothing to happen This boredom combined with this strange waiting was I think approximately what Auschwitz meant to me but of course I am only speaking for myself As he said he's only speaking for himself Here I am speaking for myself as is the case for any and all fiction and even some of the non What I speak involves my understanding not my knowledge my general aversion to gnosticism grown to unpronounceable proportions Such as it should be with regards to the Shoah yes? First the horror then the silenceDespite that let's talk If Kertész is willing how are we to forbear? With a cracking voice she desperately shouted something to the effect that if our distinctiveness was unimportant than all this was mere chance and that if there was the possibility of her being someone other than whom she was fated to be then all of this was utterly without reason and to her that idea was totally unbearable If you are punished and have committed a crime you are guilty If you are punished and have committed ranging from birth to creed to whatever the reason one condemns another wholesale and complete each on either side simply one of a many millions you are innocent A horror the horror your horror or so they say They the bystanders millions compounded and compounded again muttering in the stands still capable of wanting needing crafting a story They need their catharsis especially the diffuse of responsibilities and unwitting maybe? perhaps? they claim victimhood as well and don't want to think about it accomplices You will provideYou? You lived That length of time of your life that skein of events and your reactions to such the ideas and emotions filling in ever faster as all those gift baskets of audience prescribed sensibilities of disbelief rage terror tears fall by the wayside You a human being lived and made full use of your human capacity for feeling Happiness annoyance puzzlement The finding of beauty in a concentration camp All of this as I said I noticed but not in the same way as later when I started to fit the pieces together and could sum up and recall the events step by step I had become used to every new step gradually and this hadn't given me the detachment I needed to actually notice what was happening Was there a story in there somewhere one a little entertaining than the fact you managed to live to this day and all the turns and twists and often boring banalities involved in such a happenstance? That would imply a reason behind it all when everyone knows the capriciousness of life Far deeper down than I would have thought this knowledge considering how they keep insisting on the climax the tragedy the entertainment And this is only one genocide out of many only one part of one genocide if one thinks only of the six million What of the rest of the voices? Do they not fit within the parameters of what deserves to be heard? If those who still live on refuse the title of victim contemplate the multifarious of their experiences within the full range of feeling and thought grasp their memories of such a time of their life as anyone else would are they worth the time? Then that day I also experienced that very same tenseness that same itchy feeling and clumsiness that came over me when I was with them that I had occasionally felt at home as if I weren't entirely okay as if I didn't entirely conform to the ideal; in other words somehow as if I were Jewish That was a rather strange feeling because after all I was among Jews and in a concentration camp He speaks of his lack of faith while the blood bound heritage of it couples him to a baffled mind and moldering body Only slowly and not without some humorous puzzlement and

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Hritt für Schritt bis an jene Grenze hinab begleitet wo das nackte Leben zur hemmungslosen glücksüchtigen obszönen Angelegenheit wi For me all works by a Nobel Prize in Literature winner should be gems Methinks that getting this prize is the highest honor that any writer on this earth can dream about So since I have turned into a voracious reader I have been sampling a work or so of the past Nobel laureates So far I’ve read Sienkiewicz 1905 Hamsum 1920 Mann 1929 Hesse 1946 Faulkner 1949 Hemingway 1954 Jimenez 1956 Camus 1957 Checkhov 1958 Pasternak 1958 Neruda 1971 Bellow 1976 Caneti 1981 Maruez 1982 Golding 1983 Gordimer 1991 Morrison 1993 Saramago 1998 Grass 1999 Naipaul 2000 Coetzee 2003 Jelinek 2004 Lessing 2007 Llosa 2010 I did not know that I’ve already read at least 23 books by Nobel laureates It sure made my life richer not in monetary amount but by the wisdom their books impart to their readers After all the Prize is now awarded both for lasting literary merit and for evidence of consistent idealism on some significant level In recent years this means a kind of idealism championing human rights on a broad scale Hence the award is now arguably political according to Wiki Thus unless Murakami and Coelho write something on politics they may not have a chance for a Nobel trophy soonHere comes my 24th Nobel author Imre Kertesz Boy he sure is political Fatelessness is about his experience in the concentration camps during Hitler’s reign Holocaust He was a young boy at 17 when he was asked to go to Auschwitz He lied about his age unknowingly saving his own life Children less than 18 were killed as they were deemed unfit to work In this book he narrated in present tense and this made a lot of difference compared to the early Holocaust autobiographical books that I read Anne Frank and Victor Klemperer I had that feeling of being right there in the camp; seeing what the boy Gyorgy Koves 15 was witnessing The other things that made this different were 1 that Kertesz described the experience in a detached way as if he was experiencing something ordinary Something that happens in everyday life Factual No ranting No philosophical musings No tearful revelations His trip to Auschwitz was just like a trip to his work place; 2 having said that Kertesz even felt happiness while in the camps as he ended the book with ”Yes the next time I am asked I ought to speak about that the happiness of the concentration camps” Although all works at one point in time suck we sometimes also get happiness from them right?Nevertheless this is a chilling read Those harrowing descriptions of Auschwitz still sent chills to my bones and I caught my hand bracing onto my mouth as if preventing myself from shouting while reading 4 stars to you Mr KerteszLooking forward to reading the other books I have in my tbr by the other Nobel laureates Kipling 1907 Tagore 1913 Lewis 1930 Galsworthy 1932 Buck 1938 Gide 1947 Eliot 1948 Pound 1949 Satre 1964 Kawabata 1968 Beckett 1969 Boll 1972 White 1973 Singer 1978 Mafouz 1987 Paz 1990 Oe 1994 Pinter 2005 Pamuk 2006 and Le Clezio 2008 How well do you know the Nobel laureates? I included two writers who literary critics think should not be there Can you tell me who they are? Some people say they are deserving but they were caught in the political sentiments during the time that they were supposed to win

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SorstalanságImre Kertész ist etwas Skandalöses gelungen die Entmystifizierung von Auschwitz Es gibt kein literarisches Werk das in dieser Konseue Nobel prize winner Imre Kertész survived stays in both the Auschwitz and Buchenwald concentration camps While he was there I have no doubt that he suffered a great deal—both physically and psychologically—so I was understandably I think hesitant to dislike his semi autobiographical Holocaust novel Fatelessness It seems at the very least very inconsiderate of me to criticize his book for failing to 'entertain' me Entertainment is a strange nebulous word Are we entertained in whatever sense when we watch The Sorrow and the Pity? How about when we read Elie Wiesel's Night? I would argue that yes we are Admittedly this is an entertainment only dimly related to that alleged enjoyment afforded by a rerun of The King of ueens but it is a diversion that intends to please its audience Now don't only think of pleasing as giving an audience what it asks for but also think of it as giving an audience what it didn't even know it wanted to begin withWhen we think about the Holocaust unless we are aberrant or sadistic we are unlikely to be pleased by it in and of itself but when we read a text in the postmodern sense of texts including films and art etc concerning the Holocaust if it is well done we will be pleased by it Why? Because it gives us insight into human experience even of the horrific kind or it helps us to understand our world in some small way or alternately it helps us to experience what is incomprehensible about our world or it offers a critiue or diagnosis of the systems in our culture which enable things like Holocausts which may inform our future actions or behavior And of course there are other possibilities of pleasures we might derive from unpleasant subjects—some certainly less honorable It isn't without an acute awareness of how it sounds that I claim that Imre Kertész's Fatelessness didn't please me It sounds terrible doesn't it? As if I asked for the monkey to dance for me and it failed to dance? But don't confuse these pleasures with the baser forms Fatelessness is unsuccessful because it has nothing much to say but it manages nevertheless to say it at great length It's little than a neutered story of a boy spending time in concentration camps There's no insight; there's no emotional weight; there's no humanity—besides which stylistically speaking the Wilkinson translation of Kertész is a mess The sentences are long dissected by countless clauses phrases and parenthetical asides and often pointless They accumulate detail but not purpose Perhaps this is a commentary on life—an existential grammar—but if so how trite Our suffering is long and meaningless At only 260 pages this book feels long and meaningless itself An efficacious art