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DOWNLOAD À Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge Ç [Reading] ➶ Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge Author Rainer Maria Rilke – Horticulturetrader.co.uk Leggendo uesto romanzo cui Rilke lavorò ininterrottamente per anni e che pubblicò nel 1910 emerge la percezione della fatalità di un fallimento ueI nomi di cose che riesce a tradurre in parola anche gli eventi più infimi e impercettibili è una delle poche opere poste sulla soglia della modernità letterar. Upon reading The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge one is left haunted by the wonderfully poetic prose but in possession of only a vague notion of what the book was about Through a series of disjointed vignettes Rilke opens a window into the soul of his protagonist but the view is as from a moving vehicle the scenery is constantly changing and one can only glimpse at the detail The Notebooks blend the mythic with the mundane combining obscure ancient tales and anecdotes about everyday life in a manner that appears haphazard but which taken together produce a complex portrait of Rilke himself expressing the accumulated aspirations and anxieties of the young poet in a foreign land He is concerned with history both his own and that of the world as a power to influence and to motivate but also as baggage; a force to be fought and overcome Above all he is concerned with death not as an end but as a thing intertwined with life itself a surrealism that emphasizes a powerful truthWhat a strange and beautiful novel

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Uello rappresentato dalla sconsacrazione subita dall’arte nell’età moderna Ma il “Malte” libro tutto permeato d’interni e d’interiorità di nomi e d. I don’t imagine that I will always read I hope not anyway For someone who is so scared of death it is rather perverse or certainly absurd that I spend so much of my time amongst the dead instead of engaging with the world around me Indeed that is why I started reading heavily it was I’m sure a way of turning away from a world that I so often felt and still feel at odds with towards another that I could control and which did not challenge me With books I can pick and choose a sensibility an outlook that chimes with my own and I can guarantee company and conversation that I don’t find alienating or dispiriting To this end I have read The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge three times As a novel it is something of a failure but large parts of it resonate with me as much as if not than any writing ever set down on paper“My last hope was always the window I imagined that outside there there still might be something that belonged to me even now even in this sudden poverty of dying But scarcely had I looked thither when I wished the window had been barricaded blocked up like the wall For now I knew that things were going on out there in the same indifferent way that out there too there was nothing but my loneliness”The Notebooks is essentially the thoughts memories and impressions of Malte a twenty eight year old Dane who has recently moved to Paris There are a number of well known but now dated novels that deal with the ex pat experience such as Cortazar’s Hopscotch and Miller’s Tropic of Cancer novels that are invariably marred by machismo and pretension The Notebooks however contains none of that Rilke’s Paris isn’t a playboy’s playground littered with booze and whores; it is a ‘great’ city full of ‘curious temptations’ but there is nothing glamorous about it and no sense that Malte is living some kind of mock heroic existence Indeed in the opening line of the novel he states that Paris is a place where it strikes him one does not go to live but where one goes to die; it is a place that smells of pommes frites and fearThat Malte is the last or one of the last in his family line is trebly significant for he is preoccupied with death with solitude and with nostalgia One notices that again in contrast with many other similar novels there is not one living character with whom he regularly engages or communicates In Paris he is an observer making notes about ordinary citizens but never interacting with them For example he sees a pregnant woman ‘inching ponderously along by a high sun warmed wall’ as though ‘seeking assurance that it was still there’ he watches a man collapse and then another who has some kind of physical ailment that causes him to hop and jerk suddenly He appears to be drawn to the eccentric and lost the suffering and down trodden no doubt because he identifies with them but he remains alone and isolated himself Towards the end of the novel he states that he once felt a loneliness of such enormity that his heart was not eual to itHowever when he is surrounded by people such as when there is a carnival he describes it as a ‘vicious tide of humanity’ and notes how laughter oozes from their mouths like pus from a wound Malte is the kind of man who lives mostly in his head who although he encourages his solitude is scared of losing his connection with the world of withdrawing and parting from it At one point he goes to the library and praises it as a place where people are so engrossed in their reading that they barely acknowledge each other He spends his time strolling to little shops book dealers and antiue places that he says no one ever visits Once we see an interest in obscure things in things that have been forgotten or neglected One of my favourite passages is when he comes upon a torn down building and he states that it is the bit that is left that interests him the last remaining wall with little bits of floor still visible It is the suggestion of something once whole once fully functioning that grabs his attentionRainer Maria Rilke – left – and Auguste Rodin in ParisAs noted much of the book is concerned with Malte’s memories regarding his family specifically in relation to his childhood One understands how this – his upbringing and family situation – may have gone some way to making him the man he is He is taciturn he says and then notes how his father was too His father was not fond of physical affection either Later in one of the autobiographical anecdotes Malte talks about his mother’s mourning for a dead child a little girl and how he would pretend to be Sophie the name of Rilke’s own mother in an effort to please her It is therefore not a surprise that he is highly sensitive inward looking and ill at ease with himself Indeed there is much in The Notebooks about identity and individuality There are Malte says no plurals there is no women only singularities; he baulks at the term family saying that the four people under this umbrella did not belong together Further at one stage he fools around dressing up in different costumes in which he feels himself not less; but then he tries on a mask and has some kind of emotional breakdownAll of these things – ruins obscurity deformity ailments nostalgia the self loneliness – come together in what is the book’s dominant theme which is that of death Only Tolstoy’s Ivan Ilych and Lampedusa’s The Leopard contain as much heartrending insight into the subject There are numerous passages and uotes I could discuss or lift from the text but not wanting to ruin your own reading I will focus on only one When writing about individuality Malte bemoans the fact as he sees it that people do not die their own deaths any they die the death of their illness they become their illness and their passing therefore has nothing to do with them In sanatoriums he continues people die ‘so readily and with much gratitude’; the upper classes die a genteel death at home and the lower classes are simply happy to find a death that ‘ or less fits’“Who is there today who still cares about a well finished death No one Even the rich who could after all afford this luxury are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one’s own is becoming and rare In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one’s own”Malte contrasts these predictable unheroic deaths with that of his uncle Chamberlain Christoph Detlev Brigge The old Chamberlain died extravagantly; his death was so huge that new wings of the house ought to have been built to accommodate it He shouted and made demands demands to see people – both living and dead – and demands to die This voice plagued the locals keeping them in a state of agitation; it was a voice louder than the church bellsit was the voice of death not of Christoph and it became the master a terrible master than the Chamberlain had ever been himself The point that Malte is making seems to be that one should not go gentle into that good night that one should not accept the death that most pleases others that causes the least amount of fuss You will die there is no escape it is within you your death from the very first moment you carry it with you at all times but you do not have to go out with a whimperI wrote at the beginning of this review that The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge is a failure as a novel and this probably warrants further explanation Rather like Pessoa’s The Book of Disuiet which it resembles in many ways actually I imagine that some readers will find it difficult to read the book cover to cover There is absolutely no plot and many of the entries do not follow on from the previous one Moreover after a few pages about Paris which I would guess serve to draw in a number of people the focus abruptly shifts and the book then becomes increasingly strange and elusive with a relentless interiority None of this bothers me however While I do hope to give up reading one day I will without uestion carry this book around inside me for the rest of my life rather like my death

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Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids BriggeLeggendo uesto romanzo cui Rilke lavorò ininterrottamente per des Malte eBook #180 anni e che pubblicò nel emerge la percezione della fatalità di un fallimento. We humans with our mighty brain like to use its powers to dwell on our own condition which is precisely but only partly determined by the nature of this brain with which we have been euippedThemes like love or an emphatic vulnerability to another being; our sense of time with memories of our own lives and experiences from times when this brain was still young and absorbing the world and absorbing itself or with anxiety about the life not yet lived; the material surroundings with objects that become familiar extensions of our selves or with some artifacts that awaken in us a feeling of elation and that we identify as “art”; dwellings that become our private spaces offering us comfort or a sense of constriction or public ones where we cross others like us or large rooms stacked with magic objects that are like little windows into the mind of another and which we call “books”; all these themes fascinate us and we relish meditating upon themBut apart from all the above there could be another recurring thought in this busily thinking brain An obsession with its own incontrovertible and eventual void DeathRilke spent some time during 1902 03 in Paris when he was in his late twenties during which he dedicated himself to writing about art He wrote on Rodin with whom he became uite close May be his interest in the materiality of matter originates there He also studied Cézanne who was at the end of his days and left a series of letters on his paintings still revered by contemporary art historians and which I plan to be my next Rilke read Briefe über CezanneHe also started this fictional diary supposedly written by a character called Malte Laurids Brigge whose name we don’t get to know until about a full third into the book although even then his identity remains elusive and who perhaps not coincidentally has the same age as Rilke was when writing it This work he did not finish until about 1908 while he was in Rome and was published in Paris when he returned in 1910This is the only novel Rilke wrote But it is not a novel really; he called it Prosabuch As a series of poetic vignettes it has to be read slowly With an interrupted reading one can deal better with the fragmentation in the inner narrative It helps not to try and impose a linear development for the vignettes around seventy of them are loosely connected by what at best could be understood as a personal recollections A diary of observations not of happeningsSo this flâneur of the mind offers us visits to the streets of Paris its libraries and horrid hospitals and we become lookers like him with a full range myopia and hyperopia Or he invites us to the opposite of urban existence the mansion and gardens of his childhood in which we no longer know who is a ghost or who is a specter in his mind And these the views of recollection are visually compressedOppositions help in delineating meaning And so as well as city countryside we see of these that function like poles from which this tenuous non narrative hangs Seeing and blindness love and loneliness poverty and wealth health and diseases and most clearly of all life and deathBut for me the most captivating parts were those in which the flâneur of aesthetics stays well alive and tunes his senses for the discovery of art whether this is his own writing his uest in the search of poetry or the magic contained in for example a cycle of tapestries where he finds this sought poetryThe way he beholds the Dame à la Licorne series is unsurpassed