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text ☆ In einer dunklen Nacht ging ich aus meinem stillen Haus Õ Peter Handke 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 But who else is supposed to get to read the story? I askedAfter all what kind of storytelling do 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 himself?He responded Perhaps precisely this is the original form of storytelling? This is how it first began?It might just be the me that I am right now I liked parts of this book very much in a kind of distance 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 day today It could happen that I will deny the writhing boredom twisting my insides This is turning into a bad phase with me Don't get me wrong it isn't a bad book I was bored out of my skull No no way I didn't like that book Remember when the pharmacist feels the indescribable longing as if it were a hole in him I don't know where because I don't have a biological chart on me His sheepish awkward desire 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 disembodied voice might make some kind of remark and Winnie will look up in surprise I did 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 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 because it has to lead to somewhere to something eventually What I really thought about the most was of being in an airport waiting room In the airport waiting room is a business man Time doesn't feel connected to before or after It'll be a relief when you change to doing travel stuff and a greater relief still to not be helpless to stare at these people who take up space than you I've written about this feeling before I have a staring problem and I also have a pretty bad waiting room problem The pharmacist is the business man version of someone I would watch definitely Maybe he'll get out his phone when he becomes conscious that he has been observed tapping his trousers for it couldn't have been uarter till uarter till as an answer to the time felt like a hopeless eternity uarter till what? I know it isn't true that it means anything and still the representation is stronger They are from another world Businessman doesn't have his own face even if you stare at him for hours A man the pharmacist meets tells him that he reminded him of his father Genial preoccupied a flipper of switches when he would beat him The many many references to the personality of pharmacists itself was a head scratcher for me My mother is a pharmacist I have known many pharmacists As a child I spent much of my free time uizzing pharmacy students on their vocabulary lists My pronunciation was awesome He is a pharmacist so he can only be this Of course everyone knows this is true of all pharmacists Pharmacists don't read Who ever heard of that? Dark Night reuires a level of generalities belief like this so Handke must have been feeling the waiting room bubble too When he makes a joke about his pharmacist clan with their own coat of arms made me laugh There's a tribe from Zimbabwe who all moved to Zephyrhills Florida where pharmacist degrees are wallpaper I don't feel close to this examination of types rather than the specific person I guess I felt as if something were supposed to happen someone was supposed to have a story to tell He gets beaten up and someone becomes someone else to look like someone else in no time Not the man the pharmacist that people would not recognize or something to look at as if a bowl of fruit you can't taste or touch A painting of one not a real one I don't know I thought it was weird he compared the pharmacist to Buster Keaton screen villains and unapproachable film stars weird like wistful because I didn't Maybe like he had these floating ideas of what people could represent and he wanted this one man to be them all Buster Keaton could demonstrate a common feeling without being the body holding it Maybe like a smile without the face I wish I had seen the pharmacistthe driverthe pharmacist this way but not that he also did I keep thinking about trying to stay up late to keep it for yourself the waiting room that's time before time existed the good kind Mountaintops and good shit like that To be proud of that that you kept this one inside you instead of the bad waiting room The pharmacist and his companions do speak for themselves in this way sometimes not enough and I guess I find it harder to deal with the middle men such as myself and the big voice when it means much to feel as they feel to be another person just by listening If you could have one why be interested in what life is too much already? When he's lovingly learning about mushrooms that makes it for me But I'll probably have to read another Handke when I don't feel like I do now I liked some of his films when I was in my twenties The White Ribbon in particular But who could spend his whole life in fear and trembling? Let your heart bleed at last and speak How stupid a head was as a mere head no matter how big the bigger the worse

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Download ePub À In einer dunklen Nacht ging ich aus meinem stillen Haus ñ 186 pages ´ [KINDLE] ✽ In einer dunklen Nacht ging ich aus meinem stillen Haus By Peter Handke – Insolpro.co.uk A short powerful new novel by one of the greatest writers in the German language On a Da E he is beaten and later stalked by a woman He drives through a tunnel and has a premonition of death then finds himself in a surreal foreign land In a final series of bizarre cathartic events the driver 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 dislocation in the human experience On a Dark Night I Left My Silent House reveals Handke at his magical best Some praise the Austrian Peter Handke b 1942 as one of the greatest living writers I'm yet to be convinced despite 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 return Yes I did do a few things wrong in my story And when the time comes I'd like to do something wrong like that again p 181 Highly imaginative poetic language describes 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 perhaps derives 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

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In einer dunklen Nacht ging ich aus meinem stillen HausEls most comfortable wandering about in nature collecting and eating hallucinogenic mushrooms One day he receives a blow to the head that leaves him unable to speak and the narrative is transformed from ironic description into a collection of sensual impressions observations and reflections The pharmacist who is now called the driver sets out on a uest travelling into the Alps with two companions a former Olympic skiing champion and a formerly famous poet wher 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 dissecting 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 house drives into the forest near an airfield parks the car and gets out Here amidst a series of strange and dreamlike sensory experiences he is hit on the head a violent event that renders him mute In the next scene he goes to a restaurant where 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 driver 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 down in this book An absorbing if perplexing novel that makes no concessions to narrative convention or reader expectation and does not strive for the kind of coherence we normally encounter in a work of fiction Handke is after all seeking a 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