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Free read Í Austerlitz ´ eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Ã Este libro ejemplifica como pocos la idea de ue la obra postrera de un autor se transforma en involuntario legado Austerlitz es el último libro ue Sebald publicó en vida y sin duda una de las novelas más ineludibles de la segunda mitad del siglo XX Pero es también E culto Sebald abandona los caminos concurridos para ir directo al grano consciente de ue la verdadera literatura igual ue la verdadera vida es la ue sucede en los márgenes de la historia en la periferia de la acción en el extrarradio de los sentimientos en el excurso es decir justo donde no esperábamos encontrarla Ilustración de la cubierta Armando Fidalg. W G Sebald's Austerlitz is an austere but beautiful narrative within a narrative about identity and loss with the Holocaust as a looming backdrop The narrator unnamed records conversations with Joseph Jacues Austerlitz whom he meets a few times by chance and later at the whim of Austerlitz This secondary narrator talks about his life before discovering his origins and the incredible uest across the Czech Republic Germany and France to find memories of his mother and father There were moments that were soul crushing but also moments of great Proustian beauty Containing no chapters or paragraph indentations and just three breaks that I recall demarcated by asterisks it is hard to interrupt oneself during reading itA few uotes I enjoyedthey were the last members of a diminutive race which had perished or had been expelled from its homeland and that because they alone survived they wore the same sorrowful expressions as the creatures in the zoo Page 6we even seemed to hear the heavy calvary clashing and felt like a weakness sensed in our own bodies whole ranks of men collapsing beneath the surge of oncoming force Page 100In doing this job which in its pointlessness reminded me of the eternal punishments that we are toldwe must endure after death Page 188I cannot give any precise description of the state of mind this realization induced; I felt something rending within me and a sense of shame and sorrow or perhaps something different something inexpressible because we have no word for it just as I had no words when the two strangers came over to me speaking a language I did not understand Page 193 4At some point in the past I thought I must have made a mistake and now I am living the wrong life Page 298I came to the conclusion that in any project we design and develop the size and degree of complexity of the information and control systems inscribed in it are the crucial factors so that the all embracing and a absolute perfection of the concept can in practice coincide indeed must ultimately coincide with its chronic dysfunction and constitutional instability Page 393Jacobson writes that it was truly terrifying to see such emptiness open up a foot away from firm ground to realize that there was no transition only this dividing line with ordinary life on one side and its unimaginable opposite on the other Page 414Reading the text in Austerlitz and seeing the photos are haunting but necessary to fully appreciate the beauty and pathos of this essential work about the 20th C'a greatest catastrophe

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Encuentros entre el narrador y el misterioso Jacues Austerlitz al ue conoce accidentalmente en la estación de Amberes se va desplegando un recorrido espectral por la civilización europea del siglo XX un mundo de fortalezas estaciones de tren campos de concentración librerías ue es sobre todo una búsueda de la pro­pia identidad Con una prosa de escritor d. ”It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last And might it not be continued Austerlitz that we also have appointments to keep in the past in what has gone before and is for the most part extinguished and must go there in search of places and people who have some connection with us on the far side of time so to speak”I have trouble writing about Sebald I read The Emigrants and The Rings Of Saturn back to back a few years ago and didn’t bother writing reviews on this site I just added them to my favorites and gave the reuisite 5 stars Perhaps this silence that comes after reading Sebald is in some ways my attempt to not trivialize or minimize the effect reading his books produces; on the other hand it might be that Sebald says what needs to be said in just the way it has to be said; that it is difficult to follow Sebald because there is a certain emotional dusk or twilight that his prose produces that then inevitably calls forth a kind of night one wants to silently dwell on the words and images because they seem so fragile almost sacred I’m not hyperbolizing this experience Sebald is to me the inheritor and refiner perhaps the perfector of not only the whole body of 20th century literature of exile but also one of the last great rememberers the conscience that carries the lessons of the disasters of the 20th century He represents the dying flame of Old World European literary scholars a Sir Thomas Browne roaming the post Relativity age The trance like or oneiric uality of his prose seems to me the voice of Time but Time evacuating itself of its properties time falling into the inner place where it dissolves within ourselves as Memory His prose captures the essence of experience in the process of always being lost and recovered the tenses of our lives that are always flickering into substance and de substantiating before we might grab hold and define themThis is a personal and a universal achievement For all of his books are in some way about collective disappearance and the attempts we make the various means and tactics we as individuals employ to keep oblivion at bay They are about how universal experience weaves the fate of the individual thus the recurring themes of historical conseuence war colonialism etc In this sense Austerlitz is a pinnacle of Sebaldean prose as it directly confronts through a single person the universal history of destruction Its main concern is the possibility of the universal forgetting of the lessons of the Holocaust to the obliterating work of Time and the caprice of Memory within the individual This book is populated with ghosts wavering beings mists fogs smoke things that obscure grand facades of buildings housing empty labyrinths vacant wind sung streets gloaming forests cemeteries overgrown with time’s lichen and tendrils processions of those diminished by death suddenly appearing glimmering into and retreating out of this world The prose of course wanders walks explores Sebald is pretty much only digression in all of his books beautiful melancholy digression akin to the process of meditative reflection itself the prose drifts associates follows leads down desolate halls disappears into dusty vaults peers through windows at empty landscapes in winter light watches the clouds above silently pass away But in all of this an utterly human voice is rising and ebbing revealing guiding a tenderness pervades the melancholy and to me the word melancholy almost always implies something achingly beautiful and tender as well as something struck with sadness and loss A reach for the eternal and Ideal within the irretrievable So Austerlitz and Sebald comes to find that place where hopeless hopes invest the human experienceBut really this “review” is simply an excuse to provide some links to a few Lieder ohne Worte throughout my reading of Austerlitz this was the music floating through mind of coursehttpwwwyoutubecomwatchvCKtkHh

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AusterlitzEste libro ejemplifica como pocos la idea de ue la obra postrera de un autor se transforma en involuntario legado Austerlitz es el último libro ue Sebald publicó en vida y sin duda una de las novelas más ineludibles de la segunda mitad del siglo XX Pero es también una novela fantasma el retrato fascinado de una Europa recién desaparecida A través de los. “No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open”― WG Sebald AusterlitzTurning the pages of the novel Austerlitz makes for one powerful emotionally wrenching experience Here's what esteemed critic Michiko Kakutani wrote as part of her New York Times review We are transported to a memoryscape a twilight fogbound world of half remembered images and ghosts that is reminiscent at once of Ingmar Bergman's Wild Strawberries Kafka's troubling fables of guilt and apprehension and of course Proust's Remembrance of Things Past''With his lyrical poetic language German born W G Sebald reminds me of the Nobel prize winning French author Patrick Modiano Mr Sebald blends fact and fiction in his tale of an unnamed narrator meeting and befriending a historian of European architecture by the name of Jacues Austerlitz Also included are than six dozen photographs along with a number of illustrations and chartsThe we come to know Austerlitz in his recounting of his past how he arrived in Britain in 1939 as a refugee age four from Nazi infested Czechoslovakia how he was adopted and raised by an older Welsh minister and his wife how as an adult he returned to Prague and located a close friend of his vanished mother and father how he then further traced the fate of his parents the our hearts open not only to Austerlitz and his family but all the many men and women and children who suffered the brutality and madness of the Nazis I suspect one reason Mr Sebald included the many black and white photographs as part of his novel goes back to what art critic Robert Hughes noted about the Holocaust photography captured the ghastliness of the atrocities in a way other forms of art could not In an attempt to retain the tone of this deeply moving literary work I have included black and white photographs of my own choosing to accompany direct uotes from the novel It was only by following the course time prescribed that we could hasten through the gigantic spaces separating us from each other And indeed said Austerlitz after a while to this day there is something illusionistic and illusory about the relationship of time and space as we experience it in traveling which is why whenever we come home from elsewhere we never feel uite sure if we have really been abroadAs it was I recognized him by the rucksack of his and for the first time in as far back as I can remember I recollected myself as a small child at the moment when I realized that it must have been to this same waiting room I had come on my arrival in England over half a century agoAfter ninety seconds in which to defend yourself to a judge you could be condemned to death for a trifle some offense barely worth mentioning the merest contravention of the regulations in force and then you would be hanged immediately in the execution room next to the law court where there was an iron rail running along the ceiling down where the lifeless bodies where pushed a little further as reuired Most of them were silent some wept uietly but outbursts of despair loud shouting and fits of frenzied rage were not uncommon“The darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind how everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion with every extinguished life how the world is as it were draining itself in that the history of countless places and objects which themselves have no power or memory is never heard never described or passed on” The longer I think about it the it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead that only occasionally in certain lights and atmospheric conditions do we appear in their field of vision”