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Words The resulting investigation of the laws of language and naming becomes a transformative investigation of himself and the world around him This book probably deserves than three stars The language is beautiful and there are so many great sentences and descriptions I had no idea what was going on though I think it might be ignorance on my part about Austria and Slovenia so much of the book was connected with the physical locations and place and their relationship between places and homelessness from one place that I had to make up in my head what I thought was being said but my made up ideas didn't carry the weight Handke intended The novel itself seemed out of place there was something very 'modern' about it taking place in the 1960's but the entire book also felt like it came from an earlier time and that people don't necessarily write books like this any What do I mean? I don't know there was something about the book that straddled ohhhhh I see a link in the book now over the two world wars with one foot on the literature of the of an earlier time and one in the 1960's Reading the book was a very pleasant experience and now that I'm thinking harder about the book as a whole I'm starting to appreciate it even I wouldn't recommend it to most people though it's a bit too much of what gets called a 'writers book' which usually means a book where not much happens but which is written in an interesting and technically beautiful way

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Die WiederholungSet in 1960 this novel tells of Filib Kobal's journey from his home in Carinthia to Slovenia on the trail of his missing brother Gregor He is a The unlikely eventual existence of WG Sebald's four novels presupposes the writing of this book But that's saying it all backwards isn't it? The fact is Handke wrote first and Sebald took what he started to its illogical conclusion with a magically sustained prose Handke can be a bit dull and dour his prose a bit labored and his revelations a bit forced But that is a given He's also intensely and seriously sincere to the point of humorlessness But that's also something I have a lovehate relationship with I admire his guts to write so humorlessly reuires true fearlessness But what he achieves is a rhythm that is the beginning of enticement if only he had charm Parts of this book were amazingIn the first section the narrator recounts his family past Rinkenberg the Austrian village he comes from and all his mixed emotions having to do with that This was the most convincing section because he was not trying to convince me of anything The paralysis of prose would practically sing at times when an image came out of the clauses closet? so unexpectedly and so senselessly but gleamed bright in the sun with significance Some of his descriptions transcended description because they were always than surface descriptions That's what I mean by significance Everything means so much to this narrator When you see the blind window the way he sees it it bowls you overIn the second section the narrator is on foot and in trains in search of his older brother who he's never met but has heard countless stories about He is in Slovenia and you realize why that first section was necessary Knowing where he was from makes this section so much powerful since much of what he sees holds its power precisely because of its difference You rejoice with him at being finally away from home where he can truly feel at home with the Slovenes who had no real home Then there's the other part about how his whole family was likely Slovene and one of their ancestors may have been a leader in a revolt Much of this section deals with language and history and two little books that his brother left behind a copybook filled with school notes and a Slovenian German dictionary with check marks next to the words his brother had a fondness for Random story I was having a nice lunch at the bar when a lady sat down next to me She had a French accent and we started talking about books and travel Somehow the topic veered towards Barcelona a city I've stayed in and loved Then out of nowhere she says I love Barcelona but I hate that they speak Catalan It's just so annoying it's like if all of America spoke English except one city and I understand about their heritage but it's not even a beautiful language I almost choked on my food So unexpected was this outburst so utterly shocked was I at this proposition that I had no way of responding Would she have rather the whole city change their language for her convenience? Did she think there was no cultural artistic or historic value in a language's preservation no matter her personal aesthetic judgements on its 'beauty'?The end of the second section of Repetition dealt with exactly this the beauty of a language the pure abstract thing that a language is an experience conjurer that it must be appreciated purely for its own existence and not just for any practical usage I want to show that lady this section of the book but she would likely not have understood To her a language is purely functional But Filip Kobal our narrator is like me a sad sack dreamer a hopelessly impractical wanderer and a storytellerIn the last section our narrator reaches the Karst a region of stunning beauty and wondrous natural formations Caves abound But his meditations until this point uite moving have perhaps a uality of over reaching He is trying to say something a bit too much something about storytelling and about finding his brother who he never finds and the significance of it all was too much for me It felt forced like a coming of age story that happens all in his head Or like trying to recount a dream's emotions without any of the dream imageryWhereas earlier versions of this worked for me like the blind window image they worked even without logic despite logic I could understand the pure emotion of something that strikes one for myriad unexplainable reasons not unlike Proust's madeleines and guides one back to one's home where a scene unfolds almost as in a dream A revelation out of nowhere A something in real life that feels separated out in your memory as if someone else had lived it But here at the end of the book the stretching for revelation was not accompanied by any specific image or with anything really The ending with its hifalutin harping on storytelling seemed like Handke putting his agenda down rather than the narrator's own organic musing

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Die Wiederholung eBook Þ Paperback Read ¶ Peter Handke ´ ➥ [Epub] ➟ Die Wiederholung By Peter Handke ➯ – Horticulturetrader.co.uk Set in 1960 this novel tells of Filib Kobal's journey from his home in Carinthia to Slovenia on the trail of his missing brother Gregor He is armed only withRmed only with two of Gregor's books a copy book from agricultural school and a Slovenian German dictionary in which Gregor has marked certain What a strange experience it was to read this book For at least the first half of the book every page felt so heavy to me I could only read a few pages at a time At the halfway mark or thereabouts despairing of my inability to connect with what felt to me like Handke's leaden prose I read Jimmy's review Heartened by his experience I forged on and eventually somewhere in the second section I grew interested in what Handke had to say specifically about language And then the final section drew me fully in allowing me to read the bulk of it to the end in one sitting Now it's possible this was simply a case of the wrong book at the wrong time Perhaps at a different point in my reading life I would have enjoyed it from cover to cover But as it were I feel I could have been content to read only the second half of the book What I cannot know however is what that second half would mean without the context of the first half Soin the end I am glad I read the entire book but I have nothing to say about it and no stars in my pocket to assign