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László Krasznahorkai

Autor(a) de Satantango

32+ Works 4,271 Membros 97 Reviews 23 Favorited

About the Author

László Krasznahorkai is an Hungarian Author who has won the 2015 Man Booker International Prize. The $117,600 biennial prize is awarded to a living author, whose body of work is available in English or English translation, in recognition of his or her contribution to fiction 'on the world stage'. mostrar mais (Bowker Author Biography) mostrar menos


Obras de László Krasznahorkai

Satantango (1985) 1,057 cópias
The Melancholy of Resistance (1989) 973 cópias
War and War (1999) 437 cópias
Seiobo There Below (2008) 427 cópias
Baron Wenckheim’s Homecoming (2016) 269 cópias
The World Goes On (2013) 223 cópias
The Last Wolf / Herman (1986) 193 cópias
Chasing Homer (2019) 103 cópias
AnimalInside (2010) 100 cópias
Spadework for a Palace (2018) 72 cópias
Herscht 07769 (2021) 39 cópias
The Manhattan Project (2017) 27 cópias

Associated Works

Best European Fiction 2011 (2010) — Contribuinte — 109 cópias
The Sleep of the Righteous (2002) — Prefácio, algumas edições106 cópias
The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2018 (2018) — Contribuinte — 69 cópias
McSweeney's Issue 42 (McSweeney's Quarterly Concern): Multiples (2013) — Translator/Contributor — 63 cópias
Found in Translation (2018) — Contribuinte, algumas edições36 cópias
Werckmeister Harmonies [2000 film] (2000) — Screenplay — 14 cópias
The Man from London [2007 film] (2012) — Screenwriter — 10 cópias
Hongarije verhalen van deze tijd (1990) — Contribuinte — 5 cópias


Conhecimento Comum



FILBO | Apr 29, 2024 |
As I've already mentioned, I do have the habit of buying more than one or two (or more!) books by an author without having read anything due to reviews and ratings. Krazsnahorkai sits firmly at the top of this pile since I've bought most of his back catalogue (maybe its a sickness!) This is his first book, a darkly comic, dreadnought of a book where you are submerged into a dysfunctional village community embroiled in mutual loathing and suspicion. The world of Satantango is apocalyptic and isolated, where everything is rotting and in disrepair. The sullen inhabitants of the nameless village are shackled by their inertia as they wait akin to Beckett's characters in 'Waiting for Godot' for their fortunes to change. And it is with the return of the supposedly dead Iriamas that the promise of change presents itself. Like a devilish and untrustworthy pied piper, he leads the villagers-come-minions on a merry dance from their rainy doldrums with promises of a redemptive future.

Satantango was ok. It is perhaps a book for the purists of literature and is highly acclaimed in literary circles. For me, it treaded the line between 'the Emperor's New Clothes' and highlighting my own intellectual inadequacies. I enjoyed certain parts of the novel and Krasznahorkai certainly builds a masterful world which consumes the reader and oozes from the page. What I didn't like however, was the modernist meta narrative which underpinned the novel; I didn't particularly find it clever or a satisfying denouement to the dense and bleak text that I'd trudged through t get there. I wanted more from the plot and was left disappointed and frustrated (which I fear was the reaction the author sought in his reader). As a fine art graduate, I appreciate artists who push boundaries and perhaps if I read this when it was written I would have a greater appreciation of Satantango but part of me still feels that Krazsnahorkai didn't quite pull off his intention skilfully enough. I hope my opinion of his work hasn't become too tainted because like I mentioned, I have a fair few of his others to get through!
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Dzaowan | outras 25 resenhas | Feb 15, 2024 |
"The taller of the two men assures his companion, saying, “The two clocks say different times, but it could be that neither of them is right. Our clock here,” he continues, pointing to the one above them with his long, slender and refined index finger, “is very late, while that one there measures not so much time as, well, the eternal reality of the exploited, and we to it are as the bough of a tree to the rain that falls upon it: in other words we are helpless.”" Set in a Hungarian village after the fall of communism, the villagers are poor and struggling. This is no an easy read - both the style (long sentences and no paragraphs (hence the lack of a space between the quote and the review)- although there are at least chapters) and the contents. It is extremally leak and the physical layout definitely added to the stifling atmosphere created in the book. I feel like this is the kind of book best read a few pages at a time - I definitely found my mind starting to wander off with the sentences if I didn't focus hard enough.… (mais)
TheAceOfPages | outras 25 resenhas | Jan 28, 2024 |
postsign | outras 21 resenhas | Dec 28, 2023 |



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