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REVIEW Heimsuchung 107 Á ✩ Heimsuchung pdf ❤ Author Jenny Erpenbeck – Att söka sitt hem sitt ursprung och finna det hemsökt Den spöklika dubbeltydigheten genomsyrar Jenny Erpenbecks kombinerade familjehistoria och tyska 1900 talskrönika Författarinnans barndoms som Att söka sitt hem sitt ursprung och finna det hemsökt Den spDet återförenade Tyskland En tidens byggnad är detta hus speglande sig i sjön alltmedan den grymma historien pågår och till slut ett offer för den obarmhärtigt svängande rivningspendeln. Perhaps eternal life already exists during a human lifetime but since it looks different from what we're hoping for something that transcends everything that's ever happened since it looks instead like the old life we already knew no one recognizes it Yet Jenny Erpenbeck demonstrates here that it is possible to capture the universal by examining the particular like zooming into a Mandelbrot fractal image amazingly in only a couple of hundred pages of personal histories succeeding each other in a patch of land by a lake in Bavaria For me reading the novel was like looking at a Seurat painting like watching a time lapse video or listening to a major symphony I will try explain each analogyA Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande JattePointilism is a late form of Impressionism where the viewer starts from a distance looking at ghostly siluettes like dancing shadows moving in a sunny landscape As he comes closer and closer the observer discovers how the painting is created by thousands and thousands of dots in contrasting colours placed close to one another To use a recent analogy I have seen on the net huge posters assembled from individual portraits of people of different skin colours achieving the same effect Erpenbeck made it easier for me to make the association with Seurat as in the very first chapter a young girl wanders into a forest clearing and has a vision of ghostly figures strolling through the grass dressed in costumes from different time periods As the day is old and the world is old many people can stand in the same place one after the other Georg Buchner The novel becomes a dance of succesive generations leaving behind afterimages of their time spent in the meadow by the lake making the present a pointilist overlay that needs to be observed from a distance in order to perceive its deeper truth Also from one of the first stories this dance of generations is beautifully captured in the oral traditions and superstitions that are probably older than Christianity going back to our common tribal memory A collection of rules and traditions that gives structure and strength to a community by regulating all major events of a lifetime from birth to weddings to funerals This treasure chest of ancestral wisdom is getting lost in the uniformity of popular culture and globalization but I grew up in a neighborhood when the parents and grandparents generation still had knowledge of all these uirky and enchanting customs When a woman gets married she must not sew her own dress The dress may not even be made in the house where she lives It must be sewn elsewhere and during the sewing a needle must not be broken The fabric for a wedding dress must not be ripped it must be cut with scissors If an error is made while the fabric is being cut this piece of fabric may no longer be used instead a new piece of the same material must be purchased another example If a maiden wishes to know if she will marry soon she must knock on the wall of the chicken coop during the night of New Year's Eve If the first creature to emerge is a hen she's out of luck but if the rooster responds first her wish will be granted These traditions endured for a long time unchanged there wouldn't be much of a story if they were the sole focus of the book Instead the author chooses to zoom in on the period of rapid transition from late nineteen century to early in the third millenium when the whole fabric of society is ripped apart by world wars and major political movements by alienation of newer generations from their roots and by the decay of the old fashioned system of values and ethicsGiven the big picture the composite image I have talked about until now I might leave the impression that individual lives count for little in the master plan but the reverse is true as each life contains within itself the seeds of eternity An eternity defined not by stagnation but by birth growth and decay One after another they enter the meadow dance for a while in the sunshine then bow out and make space for the next visitor a rich farmer and his four daughters an arhitect his wife a Jewish cloth manufacturer a young girl who hides from the Nazis a writer an exile from a different country a pair of teenage friends some tenants an illegal suatter Most of them have names but names are less important than their interaction with the place The place having a life of its own starting with untamed forest then a summer house then a houseboat a dock a workshop a formal garden a ruin A house is your third skin after the skin made of flesh and clothing Homestead A house made to measure according to the needs of its master Eating cooking sleeping bathing defecating children guests car garden Calculating all these whethers all these thises and thats in wood stone glass straw and iron Setting out courses for lives flooring beneath feet for corridors vistas for eyes doors for silence Linking the place and the people together is a mythical figure the gardener for me an avatar of a detached deity whose only concern is maintaining the continuity of life He's the most important figure in the whole novel so maybe I should try to capture him in detailFor this I'll use the time lapse analogy You may have seen the result in wildlife documentaries a photographer sets his camera on a tripod then with a special remote timer takes a series of photos at fixed intervals When the hundreds of photos are reassembled in seuence you obtain a fast forward movie of clouds running like wild horses across the sky of a budding flower opening its petals or of a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis of the sun rising and setting in a couple of seconds of seasons chasing one another with a tree in the center of the image blooming reddening in autumn and then losing all its leaves The prologue of the novel stretches the timeline even wider following the slow dance of the glaciers as they shape the landscape flattening the plain leaving behind a talus of rubble that will be covered with soil and forest and then parrallel grooves that will fill with water to create a lake The speed slows down as we approach the XIX century and the timelapse follows the coming and going of the seasons the rising of the house and of its garden the slow decay and dissolution that follows unerringly after birth and growth The gardener is not only the caretaker of the place he is also the indifferent observer who doesn't get mixed up in family dramas in wars or in politics Following a rhythm as old as the stars he racks up the deadwood cuts the old trees and stacks the kindling for winter spreads the manure digs he holes for new trees or flowerbeds waters he lawn two times a day morning and sunset regular like clockwork or like the breath of the oceans from where life first emerged The gardener wheels up the next barrowful of soil and dumps it out To tame the wilderness and then make it intersect with culture that's what art is the householder says To avail oneself of beauty regardless of where one finds it I am reminded of a phrase from Malcolm Lowry about a derelict garden in Cuernavaca He too sees our destiny not as conuerors of time and nature but as gardeners temporary tenants Visitors whose task is not to destroy but to nurture and build beauty art new life Le gusta este jardin ue es suyo Evite ue sus hijos lo destruyan I've talked about geological seasonal and cyrcadian rhythms about the drumming of waves the whispers of the wind or the loud declamations of cannons All these bring me to the metaphor of the novel as a symphony where each individual characterthe farmer's daughter the arhitect the writer the gardener sings his theme on his own instrument but together they produce much than their melodies a tarantella of folk dance an andante over the peaceful waters of the lake a presto of cavalry charge and artillery a reuiem for a house in winter an ode to the joy of living Again the individual lives get lost in the bigger sound of the orchestra but that doesn't mean that they are not important that their theme songs do not reflect and enrich the basic structure of the opera Here are the last uotes that I saved from the novel All could be verses of songs or sketched ideas for a haunting melody If I came to youO woods of my youthcould youPromise me peaceonce again Friedrich Holderlin This is the key to the gardenfor which three girls are waitingThe first is named Binkathe second BibeldebinkaThe third's name is Zickzettzack Nobel deBobel de Bibel de BinkaThen Binka took a stoneand struck Bibeldebinka's leg boneThen Zick Zett ZackNobel de Bobel de Bibel de Binkabegan to weep and moan The dandelions are the same here as back home and so are the larks They knew nothing beautiful than just letting the wind carry them along Sailing is a beautiful thing In the end there are certain things you can take with you when you flee things that have no weight such as music That's what I will take with me from the reading of Jenny Erpenbeck masterful novel an impression of light and shadow in a meadow a timelapse of a house and a forest a romantic symphony that says much than words could ever capture And as with all those major Romantic symphonies and concerts I'm sure a re read will reveal hidden treasures deeper meaning and brighter beauty

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Att söka sitt hem sitt ursprung och finna det hemsökt Den spöklika dubbeltydigheten genomsyrar Jenny Erpenbecks kombinerade familjehistoria och tyska talskrönika Författarinnans barndoms so. Home is where the heart is Reading Neil MacGregror’s fascinating Germany Memories of a Nation amply affirmed I still have a long path to go in the sighting of Germany’s history and literature Sensing this need two GR friends were so kind to bring Jenny Erpenbeck’s novels to my attention in particular Visitation Heimsuchung As Visitation is fiction which is ingeniously connected with episodes from Germany’s troubling contemporary history this short novel was a treat I could bask in getting the best of both worlds of history writing and excellent prose Eastern Germany a plot of land close to Berlin A lake A summer cottage A house A garden Behold the ostensibly idyllic and innocent setting where Jenny Erpenbeck German writer and opera director stages her magnificently imaginative composition dense with props which seem so trivial in everyday life clothes kitchen ware towels sheets but are fraught with ambivalence In 12 slims chapters the subseuent residents of the house and adjacent land mostly nameless characters apart from the Jewish characters who significantly enough do get names are grinded through the implacable mill of Germany’s turbulent history With seven league boots Erpenbeck clears a way through roughly 150 unsettling years from the Imperial Germany via WWII and the Holocaust the Russian occupation of East Germany the Communist era to Germany’s reunification and its aftermath Notwithstanding the breathtaking pace Erpenbeck knows how to delight and grow the reader silent with her gossamer prose Snippets of individual lives and domestic scenes and tragedies are daintily painted subtly etching the impact of horrendous events changes of regime change of power rules and morals on ordinary lives The graceful prose skillfully contrasts with some brutal events dealt with Cross referencing creating an atmosphere of menace through unveiling gradually the horror by carefully stashing away hints in minor details in a previous chapter connecting and entwining the poignant and tragic tranches de vie of the subseuent residents and visitors the intricate structure of the novel resembles the hidden closets in the lake house

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HeimsuchungMmarviste vid en sjö utanför Berlin har hyst hela den moderna tyska historien och nu berättar hon i tolv lyriskt formulerade novelliknande biografier om Weimarrepubliken Tredje riket DDR och. oh i love it when i get to review a book that elizabeth has just reviewed as though i am going to be able to add anything to the discussion except a weak echo of i agree this book is goodso i will just uickly relate my experience with this book which is indeed pretty greatbut not at firstat first it was killing me with boredom i have been reading too much teen fiction as of late and there the pacing is perfect for hot summer and slipping attention span this book is NOT for those who can't pay attention this is some highly concentrated deliberate prose and at first before the human characters come into it it seems to be just words words words being boringbut the significance will become clear lateraside i recently went to the movies to see general orders no 9 and it was a small artsy theater and the host of the evening who i did not find smug but connor said was a little prefaced the evening by saying it is hard to get people to come out for a film like this a film without human characters on a friday night when you could be going to see the green lantern and that was supposed to make us feel good about ourselves like we had made the informed choice for fiber over candy bars but seriouslythat movie is soooo boring yes city is bad country is good progress is problematic i get it take a note from koyaanisatsi and have good musicbut i digress the only reason i bring it up is because the arc of the book is similar to the arc of the movie and starting this book the day after i saw the movie i was apprehensive when it began with a glacier and then moved on to a whole lot of talk about plants and slow growth bad synchronicity badline from filmdeer trail becomesindian trail becomescounty roadbut in this bookopen land becomes family house becomes nazi toiletthat is not a uote that is just the way the story progresses and the book is just a damn sight better at doing what needs to be done the details are perfection the tone is completely detached so whether the scene is someone pruning a tree or someone dying in a gas chamber there is an emotional remove that only serves to make the reader's emotions powerful how she managed to write such a highly concentrated book is beyond me truly it is luminous did i just use the word luminous to describe a book i think i did this book should be read slowly and carefully and thoughtfully and then it should be read again she is really that goodgreg's review is also good and caused a great deal of fighting which is funny even if a lot of it has been deletedcome to my blog