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Originally Posted by cassette
Bernhard's The Woodcutters was great. A man sits at a party surrounded by people he hasn't seen in 20-30 years. He thinks about the past and makes hilarious, sometimes philosophical, evaluations of those around him. It's a quick read: a single 180-page paragraph makes up the text. This is a bit misleading, though. With some suspension of disbelief the first half can be argued to be one paragraph, but the second certainly "shouldn't" be. I would compare Bernhard's lack of paragraphs to be similar to McCarthy's refusal to use quotes for dialogue, a very interesting use of style to inform theme.
Next up: Franzen's Freedom.
Awesome. I'm so happy that I got someone to read Bernhard, even if it was just a stranger on
the so called internet. I've been trying to push him on all my friends, but except for one who read a few pages of Woodcutters before saying she needed to put him down until she had a chance to breath, he just won't take.
Regarding the lack of paragraphs, part of the reason the novel fascinated me so was that I felt like it was an exploration of conciousness in addition to a social diatribe. I think the single paragraph style is a fitting form for a hateful neurotic. Neither him nor the narrator can escape the lava flow of thoughts.
If you liked it, I recommend The Loser as well.
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Originally Posted by RussellinToronto
I read (it's been a while) The Lime Twig and Second Skin; both seemed worthwhile (but "strange" is definitely a good word for them). The second of these really impressed me, a novel that succeeded in making me feel like I was in a dream.
I am moved to relate a Hawkes story. When he came to read at the Harbourfront series in Toronto some years ago to promote Adventures in the Alaskan Skin Trade, a friend of mine got invited to the pre-reading dinner. He said that conversation turned to a story that had appeared in the newspaper about a new designer drug, one that had proved popular among the club scene. Hawkes immediately expressed interest. At which point his wife said, loudly: "John! You don't need another drug."
Ha, cool story. Hawkes strikes me as the type who, like David Lynch, one would expect to be a bit psychotic but is in fact quite "normal" and affable in person. I received the Lime Twig today...I'll start when I finish my reread of my Keats collection in a day or so.
In other news, The Sound in the Fury, the book which I can singularly credit as the one which cracked my brain open and showed me the true power and potential of great literature, is to be adapted into a movie by the incomparable American auteur, James Franco. O Faulkner! O Franco! What soaring hopes for ye have I!
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment...701-story.html
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