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Carregando... Walaschek's Dream (1991)de Giovanni Orelli
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Giovanni Orelli's docufictional phantasmagoria revisits a lesser-known painting by Paul Klee titled "Alphabet I," which features black letters and symbols scrawled over the sports page of a newspaper reporting the results of the 1938 Swiss National Cup. This play of coincidences sets the stage for Orelli's encyclopedic portrait of European culture under Nazism, where a motley crew of philosopher-peasants as well as historical luminaries like Arthur Schopenhauer, Vincent van Gogh, Viktor Shklovsky, Marina Tsvetaeva, Klee himself, and the titular footballer Eugene Walaschek all meet at the local tavern and debate the significance of Klee's work. Allusive, ironic, and elegiac, Joycean in scope, "Walaschek's Dream" is a singular meditation on the ephemerality of sport and the immortalizing power of art. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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It wasn't an easy read for me, especially not knowing my history or my Schopenhauer as well as I could (also his constant parentheticals in the middle of long sentences about a subject which I knew very little didn't make things any easier... I almost lost my Wille). But even for an ignoramus like me, it was entertaining. Just don't get overly bogged down in the details and enjoy the parts you enjoy. Orelli is very good at telling funny stories (sometimes true, sometimes fictional) in between more serious, somber ones, and he knows very well when to switch it up, so that between lively arguments, stories, quotes, asides, self-reflexive musings, futbol line-ups, and odd facts, the book (although lacking any narrative thrust) rarely slows down.
Also, there's a lot of politics here, but it never felt preachy or self-righteous. Just enough subtlety to be effective, I thought.
Just a few of the high points: Sindelar playing Rotten Egg as a kid but not picking up Bubi's handkerchief, border crossing cows of Pedrinate, Walaschek's and Klee's personal biographies, the futbol player who balanced the ball on his forehead and ran all the way to the goal, Sindelar's death, the part where Cesare Rossi and Giulia Sismondi deliver the ashes to Klee's widow. ( )