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review 2018-05-10 21:20
A literary break
Krankenzimmer Nr. 6. Erzählung Eines Unbekannten. - Peter Urban,Gerhard Dick,Ada Knipper,Anton Čechov

The two stories in this volume (Ward No. 6 and The Story of an Unknown Man) were a short break for me while I am reading and writing almost exclusively for my master thesis, because I needed some change and some literary input. This is the first time, I read prose written by Čechov, so far, I only enjoyed his late plays, in which, I have to say, the language is a bit more refined.

Still, I really enjoyed both stories and I cannot decide which one was my favourite. While Ward No. 6 definitely had the more interesting topic, The Story of an Unknown Man was captivating due to its unique mixture of elements from Čechov, Lermontov and Dostoevskij. I was (pleasantly) surprised by the amount of philosophy explicitly thrown into both stories, basically because this is something I haven’t seen Čechov do in his plays.

Bottom line: one can never read enough of Čechov.

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text 2018-05-08 17:02
Reading progress update: I've read 91 out of 196 pages.
Krankenzimmer Nr. 6. Erzählung Eines Unbekannten. - Peter Urban,Gerhard Dick,Ada Knipper,Anton Čechov

I needed a short break from all the materials and even the topic of my master thesis and what better to read in this case than Čechov?

 

I just finished Čechovs story Ward No. 6, which I can assure you is amazing!

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review 2017-01-21 03:35
Reminiscing on the Past and Reflecting on the Future
The Three Sisters - Anton Chekhov

 

Reading this play I got the impression that it was basically about a group of people sitting in a house talking about philosophy and pining for the good old days. As I have mentioned before, reading plays, especially if I have not seen them performed, can be a difficult task at best, and sometimes I have to read some two of three times to be able to follow them (though some of them I need to read only once – however Chekov does not fall into that category). Anyway, when I read the synopsis and theme on Wikipedia, I discovered that it was about a bunch of people in a house talking philosophy and pining about the good old days – oh and three of those people where sisters, which is why it is call The Three Sister (eh duh).

 

Anyway, I want to focus on three quotes from the play and write about what those quotes mean to me.

 

ANDREI: And you can sit in some huge restaurant in Moscow without knowing anyone, and no one knowing you; yet somehow you don't feel you don't belong there. Whereas here you know everybody, and everybody knows you, and yet you don't feel you belong here; you feel you don't belong at all. You're lonely and feel like a stranger.

 

The sisters actually grew up in Moscow and moved out to the country when they were young and through out the play they are pining for a return to Moscow (which never happens). I can very much relate to them because I personally understand the quote above. I grew up in Adelaide which, with a population of around 1.2 million people, is technically a city, but even then it has the attitude of a small country town. Basically you cannot wonder around Adelaide without running into people that you know.

 

It is okay if you are a friendly, personable person who has not made a huge amount of enemies, but having lived a rather wild life, that was not the case for me. As such in my last few years in Adelaide I found myself forever ducking and weaving, trying to avoid people that I did not want to run into. However, it is also like what Andrei says about – living in Adelaide was like sitting in a restaurant where you know everybody, and everybody knows you, and you feel as if you do not belong.

 

Then I moved to Melbourne. I may not have the best job in Melbourne, but at least it is not Adelaide. In a way, it is better to have a sucky job (at least in my opinion) and live in Melbourne, than to have a sucky job and live in Adelaide. Once again, as Andrei says, living in Melbourne is like sitting in a restaurant where you know nobody and nobody knows you, yet you feel as if you belong. Further, I am not ducking and weaving, hoping that I will not run into somebody that I don't want to run into. Mind you, getting the Adelaide mindset out of my mind still will take time, and I have made a few blunders while I am hear as well, but I still feel as if I can walk down the road with my head held high.

 

TUTZNBACH: All right then. After we're dead, people will fly around in balloons, the cut of their coats will be different, the sixth sense will be discovered and possibly even developed and used for all I know. But, I believe life itself will remain the same; it will still be difficult and full of mystery and full of happiness. And in a thousand years' time people will still be sighing and complaining “how hard this business of living is!” And they'll still be scared of death and unwilling to die just as they are now.

 

Here they are talking about the future and what the future may bring, and their discussion seems to be very insightful, at least what Tutznbach says. I look at the world around me and say that what Chekov said through Tutzenbach is right. Indeed technology has made things easier, and the cultural attitudes may have changed, but people still find life difficult and happiness fleeting. However, the interesting thing about happiness is that economists try to measure it, and they believe that happiness comes through owning stuff.

 

However that is not the case. I have lived in a big house, owned my dream car, and had stuff, but it did not make me happy. I even had a bucket load of friends, yet even with all of these friends I still felt very much alone. It is funny because now I don't own a car, live in a room in a share house (with some pretty good housemates), and don't really own lots of stuff, and while I have friends, I can't say it is the same as it was before, yet I don't feel alone and I can say that I am happy. I don't know what this move to Melbourne has done for me, because I can even walk into a sucky job with a smile on my face, and I am still trying to make my mind up whether I want to shoot for a higher paying, more intellectually stimulating job, or simply use this job as a way to have a steady income while saving my intellectual abilities for my hobbies outside of work.

 

I used to know a thing or two twenty-five years ago, but now I don't remember anything. Not a thing! Perhaps I'm not a man at all, but I just imagine that I've got hands and feet and a head. Perhaps I don't exist at all, and I only imagine that I'm walking around and eating and sleeping.

 

This seems to be the most existantialist statement that I have read so far in one of Chekov's plays. It seems as if the speaker of these words has grown old and lost touch with his identity. In a way it seems to be reflective of our society, as we discard the traditions of the past and move into a post-modern present where traditions are defined by individual preference. It seems as if we, as a people, have lost our identity, and as if our concept of culture is really only imaginary.

 

In fact the whole idea of our culture seems to be imaginary. Music and art seem to only exist for one purpose, and that is for making money. Art these days seems to evolve around advertising and marketing, as does music. Films are produced not on literary merit but on whether the return will outweigh the production costs. Our society, in a sense, is based entirely around consumerism, and any culture that seems to exist is not culture at all, but a farce. Even sport, with athletes earning millions of dollars, have seemed to have lost its cultural significance to simply only exist as a means to keep the population distracted.

 

Source: www.goodreads.com/review/show/731991206
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text 2016-12-13 02:28
Was the Darling simply a reflection of others?
The Darling - Anton Chekhov

The Darling, Anton Chekhov Sometimes, a story, even a short story, requires several readings to appreciate, and I think this is one of them. This is a short story about a young girl who was beautiful in her youth. Attractive to many, she earned the nickname of Darling. She loved with abandon, falling in and out at will. Yet, fate seemed always to leave her on her own. She feared having no one and eagerly sought ways to resolve that loneliness. As time passed, although she was once the Darling, in her old age she was ridiculed and avoided by those who had once ogled and loved her. Still, seeming to be resilient, she solved her problems and remained happy. For most of her life, people came and went, yet they didn’t seem to need much attention from her, even when they captured her heart and/or lived with her. When a man with whom she had a relationship, the Veterinarian, abandoned his child Sasha, to Olga’s care, she finally had someone who could not leave her; he needed her more than she needed him. The story left me with several questions: Did those in her life resent their own thoughts coming back at them since she only seemed to echo their ideas as if they were her own? Did she not have any ideas of her own? Was she only capable of being the reflection of others? Although the notes indicate that her nickname indicated flightiness, in translation, was she capable of being anything more than their echo? The last sentence gave me pause because I wondered who voiced it and why? Did whoever voiced the last sentence in the story want to shut her up, leave her, escape, perhaps, to have some peace, or did that speaker want to strike out at her for her lack of ability to be her own person, for overwhelming everyone with her need for company and to assume a part of their self as hers? Was someone crying for help, trying to escape from her clutches? Was it too hard to listen to her echoing their own thoughts since she had none of her own, and perhaps, they did not like what she reflected about them? Was there any abuse somewhere in someone’s background to reflect the feeling of anger I sensed in the comment? Does the reader ever really learn who Olga actually was or was Olga merely a reflection of others, a mirror for others to see themselves, like it or not?

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text 2016-06-29 17:14
Bookhaul #28

For upcoming month I only bought 2 books and one of them is a Little Black Classic. I want to tackle down my tbr so this means not buying many books. These are the ones I bought:

- Shirley by Charlotte Brontë

- A Nervous Breakdown by Anton Chekhov

- Along for the ride by Sarah Dessen

 

I wanted Shirley because I want to read something else by Charlotte Brontë and this edition will be out of print soon, so I ordered it before it was too late. 

After I read the other short story collection by Anton Chekhov I wanted to read something else by him, before I bought the entire collection. 

Because I have so many unread classics and not so many light reads, I decided to pick up a Sarah Dessen book. I already own almost all of them (I still need to buy 3 of her ya novels and her adult one) so of course I bought a new book by her. This one seems really cute.

 

What books have you bought recently?

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