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sebald rainbowgiraffe.info Galen Strawson. The Financial Times 6 October, Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald review by Galen Strawson. Get news about Literary Fiction books, authors, and more. For what is so delicate is how Sebald makes Austerlitz’s story a broken, recessed enigma whose meaning the reader must impossibly rescue.”—James Wood, from the Introduction. “Sebald’s final novel; his masterpiece. Georg Sebald, Nnown as W. G. Sebald, declared that “The moral bacNbone of literature is In his last novel symbolically entitled Austerlitz, Sebald thematised.
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Request PDF on ResearchGate | W. G. Sebald's Austerlitz | It would be odd to publish a collection of essays on the novel in German since and omit. Five Dials. Joe Dunthorne 7 On Austerlitz. W.G. SebalD 8 The Maxims. roGer Deakin 14 The Fearless Digressions of Sebald. Stephen Dunn 15 New Poetry. Read Online · Download PDF; Save; Cite this Item Since his death in a road accident in December , W. G. Sebald has become one of the most . W. G. Sebald's last completed prose text, Austerlitz, contains the author's most extensive.
At a critical point in the story, Austerlitz recalls a series of events that are related in a run-on sentence of more than ten pages.
The collapse of mental equilibrium in our character is thus mimicked in a corresponding abandonment of linguistic borders and limits. But even when the sentences are crisp and clear the story line turns in on itself like a snake swallowing its own tail.
For example: The narrator meets up with Austerlitz in London on Saturday, March 19, , and hears him recall his visits to a train station in , which prompts a lengthy discourse on the construction of the station in the s, and the relation of an anecdote about explorations in the station's now disused waiting room that reminded Austerlitz of an afternoon meeting in November of On and on the maze winds, in lengthy paragraphs—usually continuing for so many pages that it sometimes seems as if this novel is one single paragraph—until all sense of where the narrative is centered is eradicated in a blissful yet anxiety-provoking simultaneity.
This is the "Madeleine moment" in Sebald's book. But if Proust saw the recapturing of childhood memories as essentially magical and transformative, Austerlitz's probing into the previously hidden world of his early childhood proves psychically draining and potentially dangerous.
The door opening on his past leads to a nervous breakdown and further dissolution of his already fragile sense of self. Sebald further removes his narrative from reality by the introduction of a narrator who has no name and almost no biography. Perhaps the narrator is a stand-in for the author, but the overall effect is quite curious.
We are all familiar with first-person novels—such as F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby or Joseph O'Neill's Netherland —in which a rapt onlooker tells of some mysterious main character, charismatic and enigmatic, who inspires curiosity and perhaps even an obsessive fascination.
Yet what are we to make Sebald's odd variation in which a vague narrator fixates on a protagonist who comes across as less and less substantive as the story progresses? Sebald has done something quite remarkable here.
He has written a historical novel that appears to exist outside of history, yet this represents less an escape and more an exile. This sad little boy in white knee-socks is met at Liverpool Street station by the childless couple to whom he has been assigned: Emyr Elias, a Welsh Calvinist, a fire-and-brimstone preacher, and Gwendolyn, his doleful skivvying wife.
Renamed Dafydd Elias, he grows up in a dank manse in Bala and quickly forgets everything about his past life, his parents, his mother tongue Czech , his fluent French, even his real name, which he recovers from the authorities at his boarding school only when he is 15, and then only because Gwendolyn dies and Emyr, shot of his disgusting God, is removed to an asylum.
He survives, he is clever, he goes on to university, a doctorate, a lecturership at the London Institute of Art History, but he is unsurpassably unhappy, internally paralysed, not by his loss, but by his loss of his loss.
He persists in a state of willed ignorance, a cloud of active unknowing. He manages to blank out almost all knowledge of Germany and its history.
His hidden aim is not to know what he most needs to know. He has a breakdown in his twenties, another in his late fifties. His unusual architectural interests are driven by his past he is particularly preoccupied with European railway stations but the motivation is unconscious and vigorously repressed.
Then, in his sixtieth year, he hears two women on the radio talking about the Kindertransporte, and it comes to him that their story is also his own. He sets off to Czechoslovakia on the trail of himself; successfully, but not healingly.They lose touch after the narrator returns to Germany: he surmises that perhaps Austerlitz does not like to write letters to Germany.
As he speaks with her, memories return, including French and Czech expressions she taught him. The New Canon.
Click here to sign up. They meet again in December , in the Great Eastern Hotel, London ; the narrator has returned to England and has traveled to London to visit an eye doctor, running into Austerlitz by chance.
Sebald W. When he is a much older man, fleeting memories return to him, and obeying an instinct he only dimly understands, Austerlitz follows their trail back to the world he left behind a half century before. They first meet in Antwerp, and then in a few other places in Belgium they take a ferry together back to England from Terneuzen , in the Netherlands.