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Carregando... Kein Roman: Texte 1992 bis 2018 (original: 2019; edição: 2018)de Jenny Erpenbeck (Autor)
Informações da ObraNot a Novel: A Memoir in Pieces de Jenny Erpenbeck (2019)
   Nenhum(a) Ainda não há conversas na Discussão sobre este livro.  thorold | Aug 21, 2022 |   Still, there is no doubting her talent. I only regret that she is so often called away from the serious business of crafting her small literary masterpieces to write such pieces as these, despite their sometime charm. The fans of Erpenbeck will read this collection without my recommendation. For others, I recommend any one of Erpenbeck’s novels. (  ) RandyMetcalfe | Dec 6, 2021 | sem resenhas | adicionar uma resenha
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"Jenny Erpenbeck's highly acclaimed novel Go, Went, Gone was a New York Times notable book and launched one of Germany's most admired writers into the American spotlight. In the New Yorker, James Wood wrote: "When Erpenbeck wins the Nobel Prize in a few years, I suspect that this novel will be cited." On the heels of this literary breakthrough comes Not a Novel, a book of personal, profound, often humorous meditations and reflections. Erpenbeck writes, "With this collection of texts, I am looking back for the first time at many years of my life, at the thoughts that filled my life from day to day." Starting with her childhood days in East Berlin ("I start with my life as a schoolgirl ... my own conscious life begins at the same time as the socialist life of Leipziger Strasse"), Not a Novel provides a glimpse of growing up in the GDR and of what it was like to be twenty-two when the wall collapsed; it takes us through Erpenbeck's early adult years, working in a bakery after immersing herself in the worlds of music, theater, and opera, and ultimately discovering her path as a writer. There are lively essays about her literary influences (Thomas Bernhard, the Brothers Grimm, Kafka, and Thomas Mann), unforgettable reflections on the forces at work in her novels (including history, silence, and time), and scathing commentaries on the dire situation of America and Europe today. "Why do we still hear laments for the Germans who died attempting to flee over the wall, but almost none for the countless refugees who have drowned in the Mediterranean in recent years, turning the sea into a giant grave?" With deep insight and warm intelligence, Jenny Erpenbeck provides us with a collection of unforgettable essays that take us into the heart and mind of "one of the finest and most exciting writers alive" (Michel Faber)"-- Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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 Google Books — Carregando...GênerosClassificação decimal de Dewey (CDD)838.914Literature German literature and literatures of related languages Miscellaneous German writings 1900- 1900-1990 1945-1990Classificação da Biblioteca do Congresso dos E.U.A. (LCC)AvaliaçãoMédia: (3.57)
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On books, there are several interesting lectures where she talks about the writing of her own novels, including a fascinating one where we are taken in detail through the process of revising a single difficult sentence from Aller Tage Abend. And, inevitably, there’s a slew of acceptance speeches for literary prizes, many of them awarded by towns we would have trouble finding on a map and named after writers of formidable obscurity. Erpenbeck conscientiously finds something interesting and positive to say about all of them, and a couple of times she even made me stop to take a note of the dedicatee to go and look for their books.
The music section was a bit of a disappointment, as it’s dominated by a long essay about Wagner’s Siegfried that is quite interesting, but utterly fails to disguise its origin as a college dissertation. It would have been nice to have a bit more about the actual work of staging operas, but that is mostly confined to the margins of pieces about other things.
As usual with this kind of book, it’s an interesting addition to the picture we have of the author, and it contains a few pieces I’ll certainly come back to, but it’s not likely to be of very much interest if you don’t know Erpenbeck’s novels. (