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Se rives into the forest near an airfield parks the car and gets out Here amidst a series of strange an airfield parks the car and gets out Here amidst a series of strange reamlike sensory experiences he is hit on the head a violent event that renders him mute In the next scene he goes to a restaurant a violent event that renders him mute In the next scene he goes to a restaurant he meets a long forgotten Olympic skier and a poet formerly of some note but whose reputation has languished and the three men set out on an adventure together with the pharmacist as river They travel through the mountains encounter a woman who beats and later stalks the pharmacist and then enter a weird apparently Spanish landscape where ultimately they separate The pharmacist continues alone wandering across a vast bleak steppe region before arriving home recovering his power of speech along the way Here in the back room of his pharmacy he narrates the story of his journey to the writer who sets it all own in this book An absorbing if perplexing novel that makes no concessions to narrative convention or reader expectation and oes not strive for the kind of coherence we normally encounter in a work of fiction Handke is after all seeking a De blauwe boekanier different effect one that lifts the reader out of his malaise and prods him to wonder what the writer is getting at In this he succeed brilliantly Beautiful writing Once upon a time a pharmacist of Salzburg who hadecided to leave He walks and his way will carry him until Spain Dream oniric visions true travel Wilhelm Von Humboldt difficult to be sureWandering theme is freuent in Handke s booksThen we can see the things superficially The meetings return to his past anecdotes speaks about his life The style is splendid It is poetry in prose with a great purity Thus initiatory travel with resulting whose the pharmacist will return alleviated End of HistoryBla bla and again blaWe misses a fundamental aspect Our pharmacist gives up to speak The symbolic range is enormous Remember theiagram of Jakobson The language is efined not only by the message itself but also the transmitter and the recipient So no alterity no languageRenouncement to language it s to give up the condition It iseven to give up the transcendence if we refer to St John s prolog the logos became flesh And yet that functions The pharmacist travels with 2 companions a poet and a former ski champion The world is seen by the eyes of the pharmacist The least song of bird in the forest takes on a metaphysical imension At the end of epilog the pharmacist reuires of author to put the word innehalten to remain in himeself in his bookBarthes said that to give up the language is to Cold Hand in Mine Strange Stories die Here it is the end of a cycleied and rebirth or rather Tod und verklarung American tramp and underworld slang; died and transfiguration I bet creative writing teachers jizz themselves over thisensely Els most comfortable wandering about in nature collecting and eating hallucinogenic mushrooms One The Naked Consultation day he receives a blow to the head that leaves him unable to speak and the narrative is transformed from ironicescription into a collection of sensual impressions observations and reflections The pharmacist who is now called the river sets out on a uest travelling into the Alps with two companions a former Olympic skiing champion and a formerly famous poet wher. Acked little story overflowing with symbolism and tone I on the other hand seemed to enjoy it slightly better than most of the reviews here on goodreads but still not that MUCH BUT I WANT TO LIKE but I want to like and I think maybe reading it a second time might make the reamlike logic in the story make sense Or maybe not But who else is supposed to get to read the story I askedAfter all what kind of storytelling o we have nowadays not in the marketplace not at the royal court not for a middle class not even addressed to an individual merely for the person to whom the story happened himselfhe responded perhaps precisely the story happened himselfHe responded Perhaps precisely is the original form of storytelling This is how it first beganIt might just be the me that I am right now I liked parts of this book very much in a kind of istance of remembering a book that I had once read and meaningful parts floated up to the top of my mind to console me in comparison of something that was making me lonely in the Maikling Kuwentong Kapampangan at Pangasinan day today It could happen that I willeny the writhing boredom twisting my insides This is turning into a bad phase with me Don t get me wrong it insides This is turning into a bad phase with me Don t get me wrong it t a bad book I was bored out of my skull No no way I The Assassins of Isis didn t like that book Remember when the pharmacist feels the indescribable longing as if it were a hole in him Ion t know where because I Get Even The Complete Book Of Dirty Tricks don t have a biological chart on me His sheepish awkwardesire He is in a restaurant so it takes on food though of course it cannot be enough but at least it has a lead He cannot communicate what he wants on the menu This was so good this luck it happened to be the special I can feel his relief to be understood in my own sagging shoulders It could be my general feeling of no story On paper this is my kind of book He loses himself He had had an out of body knowledge of self a going through the motions observer He loses himself for real The teller of the tale that is told reminded me of the Walt Disney Winnie the Pooh versions Winnie ambles about on the tops of the words that are unfolding his story The kindly Amharic Newspaper Reader disembodied voice might make some kind of remark and Winnie will look up in surprise Iid that It seems like a hand is going to appear to tickle or pat Winnie on the head If there s a underbelly of whimsical version that was what I was thinking of for Handke s book There is probably a word for this in some language I Again My Lord Twist don t know Your face would twist up in wanting someone to have a story to tell To go through the motions on your own face becau An aimless story about a man s excessive appetite for hallucinogenic mushrooms I can see why Handke might win an award for Mycology through his influential work that with culinary voracity has explored the periphery and the specificity of human experience. E he is beaten and later stalked by a woman Herives through a tunnel and has a premonition of Bacterial Physiology and Metabolism death then finds himself in a surreal foreign land In a final series of bizarre cathartic events theriver regains his speech and is taken back to his pharmacy back to his former life but forever changed A powerful poetic exploration of language longing and islocation in the human experience On a Dark Night I Left My Silent House reveals Handke at his magical best. .
Needless to say this was not the book for me A middle aged pharmacist estranged from his family but

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with an sense of smell lives uietly in his suburban village He spends his ays gathering mushrooms until a blow to the head renders him mute and sends him out into an alternative world It was a hard story to follow and perhaps I missed some of the finer psychological points Somehow i The Oblivion Seekers didn t like this as much as the first time i read it but it still made me want to go for a long wordless walk across a mythic and forbidding steppe Useselusional aspects of Don uixote and other journeys no シャーマンキング 2 dodgy endorsements of Serbian nationalism Some praise the Austrian Peter Handke b 1942 as one of the greatest living writers I m yet to be convincedespite admiring the non fiction account of his mother s life and suicide A Sorrow Beyond Dreams see earlier review The slender novel under review here traces the strange adventures of a pharmacist trapped in a conventional and unhappy life who gets hit over he head loses his ability to speak and then wanders into a strange surrealistic land Haunted and pursued by a mysterious woman he eventually recovers his ability to speak and returns to his former Austrian town and profession The novel is about alienation the word Handke uses is pause the pause in boring reality that transports us into a vivid world Much goes wrong in this world but as the pharmacist says after his that transports us into a vivid world Much goes wrong in this world but as the pharmacist says after his Yes I id o a few things wrong in my story And when the time comes I Kritik der Menschenrechte Warum Universalismus und Globalisierung die Freiheit bedrohen Edition JF d like too something wrong like that again p 181 Highly imaginative poetic language escribes the pharmacist s alternative reality Indeed large segments of this book should probably be read as carefully and with the same relish as one reads poetry My failure to respond with greater enthusiasm than three stars reads poetry My failure to respond with greater enthusiasm than three stars erives from Handke s very power of innovation Commendable as it might be to stretch the boundaries of language and the novel form itself this humble old fashioned reader unfortunately likes the anchor provided by such pre postmodernist things as emotion psychology andor plot However Handke remains a novelist to be reckoned with so stay tuned On a Dark Night I Left My Silent House is another exuisitely enigmatic and thought provoking novel from Austrian fiction writer and playwright Peter Handke who has written many works issecting man s relationship with his surroundings and reshaping the writer s relationship with language and meaning In this novel an unnamed pharmacist living in Taxham an undistinguished enclave outside Salzburg seems to be a spectator of his own life which revolves around his pharmacy and the time he spends at home At a certain point he leaves his hou. A short powerful new novel by one of the greatest writers in the German language On a Dark Night I Left My Silent House is Peter Handke's evocative moving often fantastic novel about one man's conflict with himself and his journey toward resolution During one night shift an unnamed middle aged pharmacist in Taxham an isolated suburb of Salzburg tells his story to a narrator The pharmacist is known and well respected but lonely and estranged from his wife He fe.

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