Satantango by Laszlo Krasznahorkai has received numerous great reviews and write ups but for me this was a very depressing and claustrophobic read. Longlisted for the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize in 2013 but it was the cover that caught my attention as I browsed in a book shop and I am a sucke...
This book is divided in three parts plus an epilogue. I loved part one from the very first line, and although the ending of that part was a bit boring, I quite enjoyed it. The problem was the rest of the book. For me, the rest was tedious, boring and I kept wanting to slap the narrators so they got ...
Definitely better and sharper in the short form poetry than in the longer pieces. In the longer poems, the author gets lost in the shape and pattern of the words and it all comes across as muddled and not a little smug. However, the short poems are worth reading.
I wish Gordon Lish had instead written this little book as he would have shown László Krasznahorkai how to do it right. Not that the book wasn't interesting, but I hear the voice of Lish doing much greater damage than LK ever could. Oh well, it is what it is. I still "really liked it" enough to give...
I loved reading this book whenever I was reading it, and perhaps if I had finished it the overall effect would have been amazing, and perhaps I would have finished it if I had been able to sit and plow through it in a couple of sittings. But I couldn't, and I didn't, and so it wasn't. I just lost in...
bookshelves: hungary, books-with-a-passport, translation, winter-20102011, paper-read, published-1911 Recommended to ☯Bettie☯ by: Pressie from Team Moxysox xxx Read from February 03 to 17, 2011 The 'Not a Christmas present' gift! First sentence is enough to indicate just why Krúdy is a favour...
”’There is only one God’, proclaimed Sindbad with conviction. ‘He who lives in our hearts and is born out of our love. It is the God who protects us, who allows us to meet in secret, so that no one should know of our love; who tells me what you think; who takes care that our eyes should seek only ea...
Another brilliant Márai example for the economy of words. Meant, I think, for persons of age, older people who have already had a life and either made something of it or left it unrequited. I am not convinced a younger person would derive any great pleasure from reading this book or be enlightened...
Satantango, starts in some mouldering Hungarian hamlet, the home of the workers of a collective long since closed and stripped of anything of worth, and like the inhabitants of the hamlet forgotten by the outside world. In fact the only growth market appears to be rot and spiders, very little happen...
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