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賯胤丕乇 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 乇爻蹖丿
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賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 讴賵鬲丕賴 芦亘賱禄 丿乇 丕毓鬲乇丕囟 亘賴 噩賳诏 賵 禺卮賵賳鬲 毓賱蹖賴 亘卮乇蹖鬲 丕爻鬲. 芦丌賳丿乇賴鈥屫⒇陈� 爻乇亘丕夭蹖鈥屫池� 讴賴 乇丕賴蹖 噩亘賴賴 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 賵 賴賳诏丕賲 爻賵丕乇 卮丿賳 亘賴 賯胤丕乇 丕丨爻丕爻 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿. 丿乇 胤賵賱 乇丕賴 亘賴 乇賵夭 賲乇丿賳 禺賵丿 讴賴 丌賳 乇丕 蹖讴 卮賳亘賴 賴賮鬲賴 亘毓丿 丕丨爻丕爻 讴乇丿賴 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴賳丿. 賲蹖賱 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖貙 氐賱丨 賵 賳賮乇鬲 亘卮乇 丕夭 噩賳诏 丿乇 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘賴 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 鬲氐賵蹖乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲. 亘卮乇蹖 讴賴 芦賳賲蹖鈥屫堌з囏� 亘賲蹖乇丿貙 丕賲丕 賲蹖鈥屫з嗀� 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿禄.
賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 讴賵鬲丕賴 芦亘賱禄 丿乇 丕毓鬲乇丕囟 亘賴 噩賳诏 賵 禺卮賵賳鬲 毓賱蹖賴 亘卮乇蹖鬲 丕爻鬲. 芦丌賳丿乇賴鈥屫⒇陈� 爻乇亘丕夭蹖鈥屫池� 讴賴 乇丕賴蹖 噩亘賴賴 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 賵 賴賳诏丕賲 爻賵丕乇 卮丿賳 亘賴 賯胤丕乇 丕丨爻丕爻 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿. 丿乇 胤賵賱 乇丕賴 亘賴 乇賵夭 賲乇丿賳 禺賵丿 讴賴 丌賳 乇丕 蹖讴 卮賳亘賴 賴賮鬲賴 亘毓丿 丕丨爻丕爻 讴乇丿賴 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴賳丿. 賲蹖賱 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖貙 氐賱丨 賵 賳賮乇鬲 亘卮乇 丕夭 噩賳诏 丿乇 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘賴 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 鬲氐賵蹖乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲. 亘卮乇蹖 讴賴 芦賳賲蹖鈥屫堌з囏� 亘賲蹖乇丿貙 丕賲丕 賲蹖鈥屫з嗀� 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿禄.
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First published January 1, 1949
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Heinrich B枚ll
625听books1,611听followersDer deutsche Schriftsteller und 脺bersetzer gilt als einer der bedeutendsten deutschen Autoren der Nachkriegszeit. Er schrieb Gedichte, Kurzgeschichten und Romane, von denen auch einige verfilmt wurden. Dabei setzte er sich kritisch mit der jungen Bundesrepublik auseinander. Zu seinen erfolgreichsten Werken z盲hlen "Billard um halbzehn", "Ansichten eines Clowns" und "Gruppenbild mit Dame". Den Nobelpreis f眉r Literatur bekam Heinrich B枚ll 1972; er war nach 43 Jahren der erste deutsche Schriftsteller, dem diese Auszeichnung zuteil wurde. 1974 erschien sein wohl popul盲rstes Werk, "Die verlorene Ehre der Katharina Blum". Durch sein politisches Engagement wirkte er, gemeinsam mit seinem Freund Lew Kopelew, auf die europ盲ische Literatur der Nachkriegszeit. Dar眉ber hinaus arbeitete B枚ll gemeinsam mit seiner Frau Annemarie als Herausgeber und 脺bersetzer englischsprachiger Werke ins Deutsche...
Heinrich B枚ll became a full-time writer at the age of 30. His first novel, Der Zug war p眉nktlich (The Train Was on Time), was published in 1949. Many other novels, short stories, radio plays, and essay collections followed. In 1972 he received the Nobel Prize for Literature "for his writing which through its combination of a broad perspective on his time and a sensitive skill in characterization has contributed to a renewal of German literature." He was the first German-born author to receive the Nobel Prize since Hermann Hesse in 1946. His work has been translated into more than 30 languages, and he is one of Germany's most widely read authors.
Heinrich B枚ll became a full-time writer at the age of 30. His first novel, Der Zug war p眉nktlich (The Train Was on Time), was published in 1949. Many other novels, short stories, radio plays, and essay collections followed. In 1972 he received the Nobel Prize for Literature "for his writing which through its combination of a broad perspective on his time and a sensitive skill in characterization has contributed to a renewal of German literature." He was the first German-born author to receive the Nobel Prize since Hermann Hesse in 1946. His work has been translated into more than 30 languages, and he is one of Germany's most widely read authors.
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April 16, 2024
We cannot imagine the date of our demise, for a sense of foreboding encapsules us. The thought of an impending death is about to engulf you makes you numb and makes you unable to respond to daily existential ordeals of life. How do you muster courage to keep going when you know you are bound to leave your earthly abode soon? Aren鈥檛 you already dead when are told that just a few hours to live, haven鈥檛 you already become a 鈥榣iving corpse鈥� then? What is the purpose of life then, for what difference does it make to the world, or to you in the first place? Wouldn鈥檛 the life seem to be too nihilistic to carry on? Just when you realize that you are about die, the will to live gets its act together and gather courage of the entire universe to become all the more stronger and to rise as the most compelling human instinct. You image your world, the existence you have created for yourself (the tiny universe you have devised for you), will be annihilated into fragments of nothingness, a strange but formidable unease and restlessness starts choking our soul so that it becomes onerous just to breathe.
The feeling of imminent death strangely brings up so many things out of obscurity to settle, how does we have so many things to resolve when death awaits us and if those are of utmost important then why we left them till our death. Perhaps the death acts as a deterrent in the continuum of our life because we are never given notice about the forthcoming death, probably we require an afterlife too for settling our affairs with life. But the question holds its ground strongly is that why we need to settle any affair with the life, in this first place; perhaps we an intense and vigorous desire to unburden our soul, as if its heaviness may crush the prospects of our afterlives or progenies, or perhaps it is due to the uneasiness we feel towards our existential ordeal.
There is always so much to repent in life no matter how we live it and the guilt, the shame of entire humanity transforms into a feeling utter remorse as if our entire life has been an epitome of penitence. Why do we repent so much at the end of our life? Is it a way of resurrecting ourselves in eyes of the world or in our eyes? Or perhaps the ghost of morality engulfs us in the end, and we try to conform with our accepted norms of the same. But if it is essential then why not early when our life might have been blossoming in full swing, why do we only need to transform a wick when it is about to be extinguished. The proximity of death forces you to behave in an unique (or seemingly better) way, perhaps it humbles you. Although we always know that end of life is certain but probably the timeline between our birth and death gives us the luxury of being ignorant and indifferent. Do our religions or more essentially morality have anything to do with it? When we delve deeper into our conscience, perhaps we realize that it is our nature that in the aftermath we always feel we could have made better choices.
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There may be infinite ways if dying, and what about the death of a soldier, does it lead to glory or nothingness? The effect of fascist state on or lives is such that the glory of dying in war does not allow a man to get free from the guilt of desire to live, for life loses it worth against the honour a death in the war may bring. The pride a war may bring to a state, may crush the feeble soul of an individual under its brutal severity. The basic human instinct to live confronts with the choice to die (and that too at the suffocating hands of war) and brings you to the terrible realization that perhaps you can鈥檛 carry on. At that condemned juncture perhaps it would be a mercy to lose one鈥檚 mind and go insane. So, does it mean that essentially, we are just consciousness and want to get away from that nagging uneasy feeling to choose consciously? War also takes away the life one might have devised, for you are being robbed off the world you have created for you and existence is shred into nothingness and thereby to burn your soul in the hell of non-existence. Our protagonist also wanted to a pianist, but that pianist has been long lost in the insanity of war.
The seeds of death instilled in the childhood become an ominous cloud that overshadows everything in the life of Andreas, as if he gets stuck in the powerful and assured claws of death. Is there any way to escape the ordeal of war or life, for that matter? We have our promises, pledges and a dark uncertainty over which we have to plunge to find a security to keep moving in life as we say life eventually takes what it needs to keep moving. Andreas makes attempts to grasp the reality of his life amidst chaos going around him, but it proves too much for him to comprehend, forcing him to question as if he is not already dead and so putting his own existence in jeopardy. How could a man be saved from such hell of non-existence? Does love have power to do so? But aren鈥檛 we essentially alone? Perhaps we become acquainted with someone to share our joy, our happiness, our pain and our darkness (could we also share our darkness with others?) too, and thereby form a bond which is like looking at oneself in the mirror as if two souls (and bodies too, of course) fuses to one, is it love or just a sympathetic ear which addresses our existential inkling to express and to seek validation. Perhaps we don鈥檛 know but the bliss it provides may sheds away our guilts and repentances of uneasiness over the uncertainty in life.
Are we capable of sharing our darkness too, for our share of darkness resides deep in the corner of our consciousness wherein sometimes it is even difficult for us to reach. Perhaps we can communicate through our darknesses as well since essentially, we all are same so may it lead to the birth of love. Love makes us realize the tears could be life as they can soothe a soul crying incessantly for years to find someone to confide himself and can fill him with a happiness which flows out through eyes. But after there is nothing left to share or communicate, we crawl back to our den of melancholy and pain, and the solitude of our existence once again becomes our dark reality. Perhaps we have to traverse our journey on our own, to deal with our existential horrors, eventually to accept that life is a value in itself.
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August 4, 2021
It is not good for man to be alone.
Unhappiness is life, pain is life.
I am a human being and I can鈥檛 stand it alone
It was Bach. It was like a tower that was spiralling upwards from within, piling level upon level, fiercely shooting its way past the gloom of centuries into the light. An aching happiness filled him as, against his will yet knowlingly and consciously he was borne upwards on level after level of that pure upthrusting tower, as if borne on a cloud of fantasy, wreathed in what seemed a weightless, poignant felicity, he was yet made to experience all the effort and the pain of the climber: this was spirit, this was clarity, little remained of human aberration, a fantastically clean playing of compelling force. It was Bach.
The debut novel of Heinrich B枚ll (1949)
Read in German.
Review under construction.
Unhappiness is life, pain is life.
I am a human being and I can鈥檛 stand it alone
It was Bach. It was like a tower that was spiralling upwards from within, piling level upon level, fiercely shooting its way past the gloom of centuries into the light. An aching happiness filled him as, against his will yet knowlingly and consciously he was borne upwards on level after level of that pure upthrusting tower, as if borne on a cloud of fantasy, wreathed in what seemed a weightless, poignant felicity, he was yet made to experience all the effort and the pain of the climber: this was spirit, this was clarity, little remained of human aberration, a fantastically clean playing of compelling force. It was Bach.
The debut novel of Heinrich B枚ll (1949)
Read in German.
Review under construction.
April 20, 2019
Deathly Ironies
Impending death certainly concentrates the mind. In 1943 a German soldier returning to his unit on the collapsing Eastern front, has good reason to anticipate death. His thoughts are not about the past or of loved ones or a life he has left. Rather, he thinks about his war experiences and the present as it streaks by outside his railway carriage. He believes that what he sees and smells is the last time he will see and smell these things - the cities, the girl-volunteers serving coffee at the stations, the autumnal German sky, the trees, the air of the countryside.
The soldier knows his destination is in Poland, a place called Przemysl, and then onward past Lviv in a heavily Polish part of the Ukraine. This is the area of the former Austrian-Hungarian province of Galicia which bordered the 19th century Jewish Pale of the Russian Empire. About 10% of Galicia, 1 million people, was Jewish in 1940. By 1943 almost all had been murdered, many by the Einsatzgruppen, and others were victims of the death camp at Janowska which had been established in 1941 by the SS in a northeastern suburb of Lviv.
What the soldier does not know, and the reader is not informed about directly, is that the railway journey that he is on is, although in relatively much more comfortable conditions, exactly the same as that for the millions of Jews who had already been deported from Germany and the rest of Nazi-occupied Europe on their way to Janowska and the other camps in Eastern Poland and Western Ukraine. He, like those Jews, is being sent to his death. The principal difference is that he is aware of his likely fate; the Jews were not.
Boll鈥檚 intentional irony is signalled, I think, very early on when he notes that 鈥淣ow and again what appears to be a casually spoken word will suddenly acquire a cabalistic significance.鈥� The soldier becomes obsessive about the word 鈥榮oon鈥� in relation to his death, and conducts a sort of existential analysis to determine when and where 鈥榮oon鈥� could be. Consulting a map given him by a fellow-soldier, he intuitively estimates that his death will occur in about four days time just past Lviv, that is, in the region of the Janowska camp.
The soldier is a Catholic. He finds himself praying. Remarkably 鈥渉e said a special prayer for the Jews of Cernauti and for the Jews of Lvov, and no doubt there were Jews in Stanislav too, and in Kolomyya听鈥︹€� And, although he has several opportunities to desert, he stays on the train. Whatever his country has become, it is no longer his: 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to go back, I never want to go back.鈥︹€� he says.
After a sumptuous 鈥榣ast meal鈥� and other after-dinner entertainments in an up-market brothel in Lviv, the soldier鈥檚 intuition becomes even more precise about his death: 鈥淛ust this side of Stryy I shall die.鈥︹€� he says to a Polish prostitute who is also a partisan spy. Stryy had been a largely Jewish city an hour鈥檚 train journey from Lviv. Certainly the Jews had been eliminated from the place by 1943, and he includes them in his prayers as well. He is meant to board the train, which will undoubtedly be running on time with German efficiency, early in the morning.
The soldier does not make the train to Stryy. It leaves without him.
Impending death certainly concentrates the mind. In 1943 a German soldier returning to his unit on the collapsing Eastern front, has good reason to anticipate death. His thoughts are not about the past or of loved ones or a life he has left. Rather, he thinks about his war experiences and the present as it streaks by outside his railway carriage. He believes that what he sees and smells is the last time he will see and smell these things - the cities, the girl-volunteers serving coffee at the stations, the autumnal German sky, the trees, the air of the countryside.
The soldier knows his destination is in Poland, a place called Przemysl, and then onward past Lviv in a heavily Polish part of the Ukraine. This is the area of the former Austrian-Hungarian province of Galicia which bordered the 19th century Jewish Pale of the Russian Empire. About 10% of Galicia, 1 million people, was Jewish in 1940. By 1943 almost all had been murdered, many by the Einsatzgruppen, and others were victims of the death camp at Janowska which had been established in 1941 by the SS in a northeastern suburb of Lviv.
What the soldier does not know, and the reader is not informed about directly, is that the railway journey that he is on is, although in relatively much more comfortable conditions, exactly the same as that for the millions of Jews who had already been deported from Germany and the rest of Nazi-occupied Europe on their way to Janowska and the other camps in Eastern Poland and Western Ukraine. He, like those Jews, is being sent to his death. The principal difference is that he is aware of his likely fate; the Jews were not.
Boll鈥檚 intentional irony is signalled, I think, very early on when he notes that 鈥淣ow and again what appears to be a casually spoken word will suddenly acquire a cabalistic significance.鈥� The soldier becomes obsessive about the word 鈥榮oon鈥� in relation to his death, and conducts a sort of existential analysis to determine when and where 鈥榮oon鈥� could be. Consulting a map given him by a fellow-soldier, he intuitively estimates that his death will occur in about four days time just past Lviv, that is, in the region of the Janowska camp.
The soldier is a Catholic. He finds himself praying. Remarkably 鈥渉e said a special prayer for the Jews of Cernauti and for the Jews of Lvov, and no doubt there were Jews in Stanislav too, and in Kolomyya听鈥︹€� And, although he has several opportunities to desert, he stays on the train. Whatever his country has become, it is no longer his: 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to go back, I never want to go back.鈥︹€� he says.
After a sumptuous 鈥榣ast meal鈥� and other after-dinner entertainments in an up-market brothel in Lviv, the soldier鈥檚 intuition becomes even more precise about his death: 鈥淛ust this side of Stryy I shall die.鈥︹€� he says to a Polish prostitute who is also a partisan spy. Stryy had been a largely Jewish city an hour鈥檚 train journey from Lviv. Certainly the Jews had been eliminated from the place by 1943, and he includes them in his prayers as well. He is meant to board the train, which will undoubtedly be running on time with German efficiency, early in the morning.
The soldier does not make the train to Stryy. It leaves without him.
September 18, 2024
4.5
I should add a shelf and call it ' The most depressing books ever!'
Every death is a murder, every death in war is a murder for which someone is responsible.
The Second World War is in full swing and Andreas, a German soldier is returning from leave, on a train heading for the Eastern front to fight.
We live on hope.
And hope is dead.
But as the train passes through the Polish landscape he becomes convinced that soon he is going to die; that he is marked for death.
I don鈥檛 want to die, that鈥檚 what鈥檚 so horrible- that I don鈥檛 want to die.
But when would this 鈥榮oon鈥� be? In a second? In a few months? In one year? Where would he cease to exist? Would he die alone? Would he die unloved and unmourned?
Soon is a terrible word. This soon compresses the future, shrinks it, offers no certainty鈥oon is nothing and soon is a lot. Soon is everything, soon is death鈥�
I should add a shelf and call it ' The most depressing books ever!'
Every death is a murder, every death in war is a murder for which someone is responsible.
The Second World War is in full swing and Andreas, a German soldier is returning from leave, on a train heading for the Eastern front to fight.
We live on hope.
And hope is dead.
But as the train passes through the Polish landscape he becomes convinced that soon he is going to die; that he is marked for death.
I don鈥檛 want to die, that鈥檚 what鈥檚 so horrible- that I don鈥檛 want to die.
But when would this 鈥榮oon鈥� be? In a second? In a few months? In one year? Where would he cease to exist? Would he die alone? Would he die unloved and unmourned?
Soon is a terrible word. This soon compresses the future, shrinks it, offers no certainty鈥oon is nothing and soon is a lot. Soon is everything, soon is death鈥�
March 29, 2025
A novella of only around 100 pages, but this is a book that should be read carefully, in my opinion. It was apparently the first novel published by the famous Heinrich B枚ll, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1972. I read it in English translation. As is the rule with my 鈥渞eviews鈥�, the rating reflects my personal enjoyment rather than an attempt at an objective assessment.
The novel opens sometime towards the end of 1943. Andreas is a long-serving German soldier who has already been wounded several times in the war. He has been on leave and is to take a train from his Rhineland home to return to the Russian Front. As he boards the train he has a sudden premonition that he will die 鈥渟oon鈥�. Initially the time and place are vague but as the train travels through Germany and Poland those details gradually come into focus.
This is the second book I have read recently on the theme of a man facing his own death, the other being Gentleman Overboard by Herbert Clyde Lewis, in July 2024. I think that鈥檚 probably enough for now!
There was something compelling about Andreas鈥� journey, but then I tend to like novels that involve a physical journey of some sort. The train travels through German cities on its way east, and Andreas looks at the houses next to the line.
鈥淪oldiers were standing at windows, one here, one there, and each man knew when he would be on the train again, travelling back to hell 鈥︹€�
Andreas falls asleep for some hours, then he wakes:
鈥淪uddenly he realized they were already in Poland. His heart stood still for a moment, missed another beat as if the artery had suddenly knotted, blocking off the blood. Never again will I be in Germany, Germany鈥檚 gone. The train left Germany while I was asleep.鈥�
He arrives in the city of Lvov (I am using the spelling in the book), which in those days was part of Poland. With two other soldiers he ends up in a brothel, somewhat against his own wishes, and meets a young Polish woman. There follows a long scene, one that I imagine some people will find moving. For me personally, it was a little overdone, and the novel lost me a bit towards the end. Maybe I just lack the passion that tends to characterise the creative mind.
I tend to have some curiosity about writers who have won the Nobel Prize, so I鈥檓 pleased to have added Heinrich B枚ll to the list of those I have sampled.
The novel opens sometime towards the end of 1943. Andreas is a long-serving German soldier who has already been wounded several times in the war. He has been on leave and is to take a train from his Rhineland home to return to the Russian Front. As he boards the train he has a sudden premonition that he will die 鈥渟oon鈥�. Initially the time and place are vague but as the train travels through Germany and Poland those details gradually come into focus.
This is the second book I have read recently on the theme of a man facing his own death, the other being Gentleman Overboard by Herbert Clyde Lewis, in July 2024. I think that鈥檚 probably enough for now!
There was something compelling about Andreas鈥� journey, but then I tend to like novels that involve a physical journey of some sort. The train travels through German cities on its way east, and Andreas looks at the houses next to the line.
鈥淪oldiers were standing at windows, one here, one there, and each man knew when he would be on the train again, travelling back to hell 鈥︹€�
Andreas falls asleep for some hours, then he wakes:
鈥淪uddenly he realized they were already in Poland. His heart stood still for a moment, missed another beat as if the artery had suddenly knotted, blocking off the blood. Never again will I be in Germany, Germany鈥檚 gone. The train left Germany while I was asleep.鈥�
He arrives in the city of Lvov (I am using the spelling in the book), which in those days was part of Poland. With two other soldiers he ends up in a brothel, somewhat against his own wishes, and meets a young Polish woman. There follows a long scene, one that I imagine some people will find moving. For me personally, it was a little overdone, and the novel lost me a bit towards the end. Maybe I just lack the passion that tends to characterise the creative mind.
I tend to have some curiosity about writers who have won the Nobel Prize, so I鈥檓 pleased to have added Heinrich B枚ll to the list of those I have sampled.
March 1, 2021
乇賵丕賷丞 賯氐賷乇丞 囟丿 丕賱丨乇亘 賵囟賷丕毓 賯賷賲丞 丕賱丨賷丕丞 賮賷 丕賱賯鬲賱 賵丕賱丿賲丕乇
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賷乇賰亘 噩賳丿賷 兀賱賲丕賳賷 丕賱賯胤丕乇 賱賱賵氐賵賱 賱噩亘賴丞 丕賱賯鬲丕賱 亘毓丿 亘丿丕賷丞 丕賱賴夭賷賲丞 賮賷 丕賱丨乇亘 丕賱毓丕賱賲賷丞 丕賱孬丕賳賷丞
賵賷氐賮 賴丕賷賳乇賷卮 亘賵賱 亘丿賯丞 丨丕賱丞 丕賱噩賳丿賷 丕賱匕賴賳賷丞 賵丕賱賳賮爻賷丞 賵卮毓賵乇賴 亘丕賱丕賯鬲乇丕亘 賲賳 丕賱賲賵鬲
賵賳馗乇鬲賴 賱氐丿丕賯丕鬲 賱賳 鬲丿賵賲 賵賲賲鬲賱賰丕鬲 賱丕 賯賷賲丞 賱賴丕
兀爻賱賵亘 丕賱爻乇丿 亘胤卅 賱賰賳 賮賰乇丞 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 乇丕卅毓丞
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August 13, 2021This is a story set during the late phase of the second world war. The main character, Andreas, is a soldier returning to his unit by train after a period of leave. Very quickly we are told that he knows that he is going to die soon. He develops an awareness of approximately where he is going to die and because the train of the title is, as revealed in that very title, is running on time, untroubled by the wrong kind of leaves or anything of the sort, he also works out when he is going to die, eventually more or less to the minute. It is always ambiguous within the story from where this knowledge comes, and this reminded me of Michael Bentine, or at least I think it was a story about him, anyway that was that during WWII he began to get visions of a skull that would appear over people before they died. He was a polite man and never attempted to profit from this by borrowing money from those people and was instead much troubled by his visions, eventually he found a sympathetic priest who conducted some priestly rite or other over him and he was not troubled by further visions.
All of which is by the by. So the story so far is young man, travelling by train, knows he is going to die, in the near future. I am reading this, wondering how it is going to work out, of course it is wartime, so the soldier might get shot, or bombed, or blown up, or maybe there will be a twisty ending; maybe he won't die - it's just a delusion, or maybe he dies just like in a story because he tries to escape his fate - perhaps you remember the story of the king who is visited by a wizard who says that the king's favourite horse will cause his death. The shocked king orders the horse immediately to be put out to pasture, years later it dies, and the king remembers the warning, he laughs and goes to the pasture with his cronies, they wander over to the skeletal remains joking about the stupid wizard as they go. When they get there the king kicks the horse's skull, immediately a highly venomous snake darts out from inside the skull and bites the king - who proceeds to die in agony.
So there I was reading and wandering what kind of twisty trick the author was going to play on me, the reader. After a while I decided to let the future be the future and focus instead on what was actually happening in the story. Well is a soldier travelling east, towards certain death, he has no weapon, he is sharing food with two comrades...sharing food is communion, they are also consuming the Holy Ghost in liquid form, they are telling stories - which is confession, the central character prays, and prays too for the Jews of any town that he becomes aware of - so we have a sense of sin and the necessity of what do you call it, making good ? Repentance? One of the men, he has senior military rank over the other two is involved in theft, he works in a military repair shop. And from the written off wrecks that they get back they manage to salvage enough good parts to make one new vehicle from every three old ones that they receive, these new machines then mysteriously find themselves on to the black market. He is returning to the front early from leave because when he got home he found his wife dressed in red pyjamas dancing on a table top with a Russian man watching (presumably some kind of forced labourer), hmm, so he is telling the younger man about a woman taken in adultery . And there is a Henkersmahlziet in Lemberg which functions both as a religious last supper and the literal final meal before execution.
So about half way through this little book it slowly dawned on me that this is all a bit...well, a bit religious, then as I mentioned in the updates the stopping points of this train, all big substantial towns, are described as stations which reminded me of the Stations of the Cross in Christian worship. Since my acquaintance with Christianity is mostly limited to taking the Lord's name in vain, I did have to resort to Wikipeadia for further detail on this, but the final journey of Jesus eastwards towards his inevitable and expected death has been divided into 14 stations, each of which is a particular event for the faithful to pray or meditate over. There certainly were a couple of parallels that I could spot - the division of the robes, or stripping of the garments (station 10) for instance.
ok then the issue was for me - do I think of Andreas as a Christ figure, the soldier as necessary sacrifice, or is this silly - if the Christian life is an imitation of Christ then all good, or at least striving, Christians are imitators of Christ, the stations of the cross then are both a way to draw closer to Christ through reflection and worship but also a mythical archetype of the last hours of human life.
Ok, so then again the issue was for me what does this mean in the context of a German story published in 1949? Are we being offered the stations of the cross as a way of processing the experience of war, the unarmed soldier is a lamb of God , a necessary sacrifice, the war dead are an atonement, walking, or in this case, reading the stations of the cross is a way of working towards understanding the sin and guilt that requires such loss.
All of which is by the by. So the story so far is young man, travelling by train, knows he is going to die, in the near future. I am reading this, wondering how it is going to work out, of course it is wartime, so the soldier might get shot, or bombed, or blown up, or maybe there will be a twisty ending; maybe he won't die - it's just a delusion, or maybe he dies just like in a story because he tries to escape his fate - perhaps you remember the story of the king who is visited by a wizard who says that the king's favourite horse will cause his death. The shocked king orders the horse immediately to be put out to pasture, years later it dies, and the king remembers the warning, he laughs and goes to the pasture with his cronies, they wander over to the skeletal remains joking about the stupid wizard as they go. When they get there the king kicks the horse's skull, immediately a highly venomous snake darts out from inside the skull and bites the king - who proceeds to die in agony.
So there I was reading and wandering what kind of twisty trick the author was going to play on me, the reader. After a while I decided to let the future be the future and focus instead on what was actually happening in the story. Well is a soldier travelling east, towards certain death, he has no weapon, he is sharing food with two comrades...sharing food is communion, they are also consuming the Holy Ghost in liquid form, they are telling stories - which is confession, the central character prays, and prays too for the Jews of any town that he becomes aware of - so we have a sense of sin and the necessity of what do you call it, making good ? Repentance? One of the men, he has senior military rank over the other two is involved in theft, he works in a military repair shop. And from the written off wrecks that they get back they manage to salvage enough good parts to make one new vehicle from every three old ones that they receive, these new machines then mysteriously find themselves on to the black market. He is returning to the front early from leave because when he got home he found his wife dressed in red pyjamas dancing on a table top with a Russian man watching (presumably some kind of forced labourer), hmm, so he is telling the younger man about a woman taken in adultery . And there is a Henkersmahlziet in Lemberg which functions both as a religious last supper and the literal final meal before execution.
So about half way through this little book it slowly dawned on me that this is all a bit...well, a bit religious, then as I mentioned in the updates the stopping points of this train, all big substantial towns, are described as stations which reminded me of the Stations of the Cross in Christian worship. Since my acquaintance with Christianity is mostly limited to taking the Lord's name in vain, I did have to resort to Wikipeadia for further detail on this, but the final journey of Jesus eastwards towards his inevitable and expected death has been divided into 14 stations, each of which is a particular event for the faithful to pray or meditate over. There certainly were a couple of parallels that I could spot - the division of the robes, or stripping of the garments (station 10) for instance.
ok then the issue was for me - do I think of Andreas as a Christ figure, the soldier as necessary sacrifice, or is this silly - if the Christian life is an imitation of Christ then all good, or at least striving, Christians are imitators of Christ, the stations of the cross then are both a way to draw closer to Christ through reflection and worship but also a mythical archetype of the last hours of human life.
Ok, so then again the issue was for me what does this mean in the context of a German story published in 1949? Are we being offered the stations of the cross as a way of processing the experience of war, the unarmed soldier is a lamb of God , a necessary sacrifice, the war dead are an atonement, walking, or in this case, reading the stations of the cross is a way of working towards understanding the sin and guilt that requires such loss.
October 11, 2016
鈥庁堌池з嗁� 诏乇丕賳賯丿乇貙 賲賳 丕夭 禺賵丕賳丿賳賽 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 賱匕鬲 賳亘乇丿賲... 亘丕 乇賵丨蹖賴贁 丕蹖乇丕賳蹖 賴丕 爻丕夭诏丕乇 賳蹖爻鬲... 丕賱亘鬲賴 亘丕夭 賴賲 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賳讴鬲賴 丕卮丕乇賴 讴賳賲 讴賴 丕蹖乇丕賳蹖 亘丕 爻丕讴賳 丕蹖乇丕賳 鬲賮丕賵鬲 賴丕蹖 亘爻蹖丕乇 夭蹖丕丿蹖 丿丕乇丿... 丕蹖乇丕賳蹖 丕氐蹖賱 賴賲蹖卮賴 丕賲蹖丿 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿丕乇丿.. 丕诏乇 亘賴 丕卮毓丕乇 賮乇丿賵爻蹖 亘夭乇诏 丿賯鬲 讴賳蹖丿 賲鬲賵噩賴 賲蹖卮賵蹖丿 讴賴 丕蹖賳 亘夭乇诏賲乇丿賽 賲蹖賴賳 倬乇爻鬲貙 賳賴 鬲賳賴丕 丿乇爻 丕禺賱丕賯 賵 丕丿亘 丕蹖乇丕賳蹖 乇丕 賴賲趩賵賳 "丕賵爻鬲丕" 賲丿丕賲 诏賵卮夭丿 賲蹖讴賳丿貙 亘賱讴賴 卮賲丕 乇丕 鬲卮賵蹖賯 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 賵 丕蹖爻鬲丕丿诏蹖 丿乇 亘乇丕亘乇賽 馗丕賱賲 賵 鬲噩丕賵夭诏乇貙 賲蹖讴賳丿
鈥庂� 丕賲賾丕 丿乇 賲賵乇丿 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘貙 丕賵賱蹖賳 爻丐丕賱蹖 讴賴 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 亘乇丕蹖鬲丕賳 丕蹖噩丕丿 卮賵丿貙 丕蹖賳 丕爻鬲 讴賴: 趩乇丕 蹖讴 爻乇亘丕夭賽 噩賵丕賳 賲賳鬲馗乇 乇爻蹖丿賳賽 賲乇诏卮 賲蹖亘丕卮丿責責... 乇賵賳丿賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丿乇 丕賵丕爻胤 亘賴 賲賳 賳賵蹖丿 丕蹖賳 乇丕 賲蹖丿丕丿 讴賴 倬丕蹖丕賳 禺賵卮蹖 亘乇丕蹖賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賲鬲氐賵乇 卮賵賲.. 趩乇丕讴賴 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賲賵囟賵毓 丕卮丕乇賴 丿丕卮鬲 讴賴 爻乇亘丕夭賽 噩賵丕賳 蹖毓賳蹖 <丌賳丿乇賴> 毓丕卮賯 賲賵爻蹖賯蹖 賵 卮丕丿蹖 賲蹖亘丕卮丿... 亘毓丿 丿乇 丕賵丕禺乇賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘丕 丿禺鬲乇蹖 爻乇夭賳丿賴 亘賴 賳丕賲賽 <丕賵賱蹖賳丕> 丌卮賳丕 賲蹖卮賵丿 讴賴 倬蹖丕賳賵 賲蹖賳賵丕夭丿... 蹖毓賳蹖 賴賲丕賳 趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 丕蹖賳 爻乇亘丕夭 噩賵丕賳 賱丕夭賲 丿丕乇丿... 賵賱蹖 趩乇丕 亘丕蹖丿 倬丕蹖丕賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賳丕丕賲蹖丿丕賳賴 賵 鬲賱禺 亘丕卮丿 賵 丕氐賱丕賸 亘賴 乇蹖卮賴贁 丕氐賱蹖 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕乇鬲亘丕胤 賳丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮丿!責
鈥庁ㄙ嗀肛辟� 丕卮鬲亘丕賴蹖 讴賴 <賴丕賳乇蹖卮 亘賱> 丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丿丕卮鬲 丕蹖賳 亘賵丿 讴賴: 丕蹖賳 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴贁 亘夭乇诏 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賲賵囟賵毓 鬲賵噩賴 賳讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿 讴賴貙 賵賯鬲蹖 丕賳爻丕賳蹖 丌乇夭賵 賵 丌賲丕賱賽 诏賵賳丕诏賵賳蹖 丿乇 匕賴賳賽 禺賵蹖卮 丿丕乇丿貙 賳賲蹖鬲賵丕賳丿 賳丕丕賲蹖丿 亘丕卮丿.. 丌乇夭賵 賵 賳丕 丕賲蹖丿蹖 丿乇 賲賯丕亘賱 賵 亘乇禺賱丕賮賽 蹖讴丿蹖诏乇 賯乇丕乇 丿丕乇賳丿.. 丿乇 丿丕爻鬲丕賳貙 <丌賳丿乇賴> 賲蹖诏賵蹖丿: 丌禺賴 趩乇丕 賲賳 賴賲丕賳 讴爻蹖 賳蹖爻鬲賲 讴賴 丕賵 丿賵爻鬲卮 丿丕乇丿責 ......丕诏乇 賲蹖鬲賵丕賳爻鬲賲 賮賯胤... 賮賯胤 ... 趩卮賲 賴丕蹖 丌賳 丿蹖诏乇蹖 乇丕 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮賲貙 丕夭 鬲賲丕賲 賴爻鬲蹖 禺賵丿 丿爻鬲 賲蹖讴卮蹖丿賲
鈥庁堌池з� 诏乇丕賲蹖 賵 禺乇丿賲賳丿貙 丌蹖丕 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 蹖讴蹖 丿乇 丌乇夭賵蹖 賵氐丕賱 毓卮賯 亘丕卮丿 賵賱蹖 賴賲 夭賲丕賳 賲賳鬲馗乇 賲乇诏 賳蹖夭 亘丕卮丿責責責 賲蹖丿丕賳蹖賲 讴賴 賲賳馗賵乇 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 毓卮賯 夭賲蹖賳蹖 亘賵丿賴 丕爻鬲... 倬爻 趩胤賵乇 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 讴賴 丕蹖賳 噩賵丕賳 蹖毓賳蹖 <丌賳丿乇賴> 鬲丕 丕蹖賳 丨丿 賳丕丕賲蹖丿丕賳賴 丿乇 丕賳鬲馗丕乇 賲乇诏 亘賳卮蹖賳丿責責... 丕蹖賳 乇丕 賳蹖夭 賲蹖丿丕賳蹖賲 讴賴 "毓卮賯" 亘賴 賴賲乇丕賴 禺賵丿卮 丕賲蹖丿 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 乇丕 賲蹖 丌賵乇丿貙 倬爻 賲賳胤賯 賲蹖诏賵蹖丿 讴賴 <丌賳丿乇賴> 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 丕丿丕賲賴贁 夭賳丿诏蹖 丕賲蹖丿賵丕乇 亘丕卮丿貙 賵賱蹖 丿乇 倬丕蹖丕賳賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕蹖賳趩賳蹖賳 賳蹖爻鬲
鈥庁ㄙ囏� 丕爻鬲 禺賵丿鬲丕賳 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 乇丕 亘禺賵丕賳蹖丿 賵 丕夭 爻乇丕賳噩丕賲賽 丌賳 丌诏丕賴 卮賵蹖丿
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鈥庂� 丕賲賾丕 丿乇 賲賵乇丿 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘貙 丕賵賱蹖賳 爻丐丕賱蹖 讴賴 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 亘乇丕蹖鬲丕賳 丕蹖噩丕丿 卮賵丿貙 丕蹖賳 丕爻鬲 讴賴: 趩乇丕 蹖讴 爻乇亘丕夭賽 噩賵丕賳 賲賳鬲馗乇 乇爻蹖丿賳賽 賲乇诏卮 賲蹖亘丕卮丿責責... 乇賵賳丿賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丿乇 丕賵丕爻胤 亘賴 賲賳 賳賵蹖丿 丕蹖賳 乇丕 賲蹖丿丕丿 讴賴 倬丕蹖丕賳 禺賵卮蹖 亘乇丕蹖賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賲鬲氐賵乇 卮賵賲.. 趩乇丕讴賴 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賲賵囟賵毓 丕卮丕乇賴 丿丕卮鬲 讴賴 爻乇亘丕夭賽 噩賵丕賳 蹖毓賳蹖 <丌賳丿乇賴> 毓丕卮賯 賲賵爻蹖賯蹖 賵 卮丕丿蹖 賲蹖亘丕卮丿... 亘毓丿 丿乇 丕賵丕禺乇賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘丕 丿禺鬲乇蹖 爻乇夭賳丿賴 亘賴 賳丕賲賽 <丕賵賱蹖賳丕> 丌卮賳丕 賲蹖卮賵丿 讴賴 倬蹖丕賳賵 賲蹖賳賵丕夭丿... 蹖毓賳蹖 賴賲丕賳 趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 丕蹖賳 爻乇亘丕夭 噩賵丕賳 賱丕夭賲 丿丕乇丿... 賵賱蹖 趩乇丕 亘丕蹖丿 倬丕蹖丕賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 賳丕丕賲蹖丿丕賳賴 賵 鬲賱禺 亘丕卮丿 賵 丕氐賱丕賸 亘賴 乇蹖卮賴贁 丕氐賱蹖 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕乇鬲亘丕胤 賳丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮丿!責
鈥庁ㄙ嗀肛辟� 丕卮鬲亘丕賴蹖 讴賴 <賴丕賳乇蹖卮 亘賱> 丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丿丕卮鬲 丕蹖賳 亘賵丿 讴賴: 丕蹖賳 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴贁 亘夭乇诏 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賲賵囟賵毓 鬲賵噩賴 賳讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿 讴賴貙 賵賯鬲蹖 丕賳爻丕賳蹖 丌乇夭賵 賵 丌賲丕賱賽 诏賵賳丕诏賵賳蹖 丿乇 匕賴賳賽 禺賵蹖卮 丿丕乇丿貙 賳賲蹖鬲賵丕賳丿 賳丕丕賲蹖丿 亘丕卮丿.. 丌乇夭賵 賵 賳丕 丕賲蹖丿蹖 丿乇 賲賯丕亘賱 賵 亘乇禺賱丕賮賽 蹖讴丿蹖诏乇 賯乇丕乇 丿丕乇賳丿.. 丿乇 丿丕爻鬲丕賳貙 <丌賳丿乇賴> 賲蹖诏賵蹖丿: 丌禺賴 趩乇丕 賲賳 賴賲丕賳 讴爻蹖 賳蹖爻鬲賲 讴賴 丕賵 丿賵爻鬲卮 丿丕乇丿責 ......丕诏乇 賲蹖鬲賵丕賳爻鬲賲 賮賯胤... 賮賯胤 ... 趩卮賲 賴丕蹖 丌賳 丿蹖诏乇蹖 乇丕 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮賲貙 丕夭 鬲賲丕賲 賴爻鬲蹖 禺賵丿 丿爻鬲 賲蹖讴卮蹖丿賲
鈥庁堌池з� 诏乇丕賲蹖 賵 禺乇丿賲賳丿貙 丌蹖丕 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 蹖讴蹖 丿乇 丌乇夭賵蹖 賵氐丕賱 毓卮賯 亘丕卮丿 賵賱蹖 賴賲 夭賲丕賳 賲賳鬲馗乇 賲乇诏 賳蹖夭 亘丕卮丿責責責 賲蹖丿丕賳蹖賲 讴賴 賲賳馗賵乇 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 毓卮賯 夭賲蹖賳蹖 亘賵丿賴 丕爻鬲... 倬爻 趩胤賵乇 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 讴賴 丕蹖賳 噩賵丕賳 蹖毓賳蹖 <丌賳丿乇賴> 鬲丕 丕蹖賳 丨丿 賳丕丕賲蹖丿丕賳賴 丿乇 丕賳鬲馗丕乇 賲乇诏 亘賳卮蹖賳丿責責... 丕蹖賳 乇丕 賳蹖夭 賲蹖丿丕賳蹖賲 讴賴 "毓卮賯" 亘賴 賴賲乇丕賴 禺賵丿卮 丕賲蹖丿 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 乇丕 賲蹖 丌賵乇丿貙 倬爻 賲賳胤賯 賲蹖诏賵蹖丿 讴賴 <丌賳丿乇賴> 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 丕丿丕賲賴贁 夭賳丿诏蹖 丕賲蹖丿賵丕乇 亘丕卮丿貙 賵賱蹖 丿乇 倬丕蹖丕賳賽 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕蹖賳趩賳蹖賳 賳蹖爻鬲
鈥庁ㄙ囏� 丕爻鬲 禺賵丿鬲丕賳 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 乇丕 亘禺賵丕賳蹖丿 賵 丕夭 爻乇丕賳噩丕賲賽 丌賳 丌诏丕賴 卮賵蹖丿
鈥庁з呟屫堌ж辟� 賴賲蹖卮賴 卮丕丿 亘丕卮蹖丿 賵 賵噩賵丿鬲丕賳 爻乇卮丕乇 丕夭 毓卮賯 賵 丕賲蹖丿 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 亘丕卮丿
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October 17, 2017
Der zug war punktlich鈥� = The Train Was on Time, Heinrich B枚ll
The Train Was on Time (German: Der Zug war p眉nktlich) is the first published novel by German author Heinrich B枚ll. It dates from 1949. The book centres on the story of a German soldier, Andreas, taking a train from Paris (France) to Przemy艣l (Poland). The story focuses on the experience of German soldiers during the Second World War on the Eastern Front where fighting was particularly vicious and unforgiving; B枚ll had earlier explored the same experience in A Soldier's Legacy which was written in 1948 but published later. On his way to the war front, he meets two other Germans with whom he starts a dialogue and a short-term friendship; he also meets Olina, a Polish prostitute, who has been working for the anti-fascist partisans but who has become disillusioned with such activity, seeing it as begetting yet further cycles of violence and aggression rather than leading to a proper way out of the bellicosity of the situation. During their trip we learn much about horrors soldiers endure in the war, and the effect it leaves on a person. Andreas has a particularly passive (some might say stoic) attitude to his involvement in the conflict, and the inevitability of death (and the question of fate) hangs over the narrative in a tragic fashion. It is arguable that the only real choices in the novel, presented in its opening gambits, involve the place and manner of Andreas's death in the war, rather than the possibility of its evasion. This tragic fate seems to be circumvented to some extent when Andreas meets Olina and they plan an escape to the Carpathian mountains, but the eventual fate cannot (it appears) be overlooked. In this sense, connections can be made between the work and the structure of ancient Greek tragedies such as the story of Oedipus.
鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮: 倬丕賳夭丿賴賲 賲丕賴 丕讴鬲亘乇 爻丕賱 1994 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
毓賳賵丕賳: 賯胤丕乇 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 乇爻蹖丿貨 賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱貨 賲鬲乇噩賲: 讴蹖讴丕賵賵爻 噩賴丕賳丿丕乇蹖貨 鬲賴乇丕賳貙 趩卮賲賴貙 1372貨 丿乇 165 氐貨 卮丕亘讴: 9646194672貨 賲賵囟賵毓: 丿丕爻鬲丕賳賴丕蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿诏丕賳 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 賯乇賳 20 賲
賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 讴賵鬲丕賴 芦賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱禄 丿乇 丕毓鬲乇丕囟 亘賴 噩賳诏 賵 禺卮賵賳鬲 毓賱蹖賴 亘卮乇蹖鬲 丕爻鬲. 芦丌賳丿乇賴鈥屫⒇陈� 爻乇亘丕夭蹖鈥� 爻鬲 讴賴 乇丕賴蹖 噩亘賴賴 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 賵 賴賳诏丕賲 爻賵丕乇 卮丿賳 亘賴 賯胤丕乇 丕丨爻丕爻 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿. 丿乇 胤賵賱 乇丕賴 亘賴 乇賵夭 賲乇丿賳 禺賵丿 讴賴 丌賳 乇丕 蹖讴 卮賳亘賴 賴賮鬲賴 亘毓丿 丕丨爻丕爻 讴乇丿賴 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴賳丿. 賲蹖賱 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖貙 氐賱丨貙 賵 賳賮乇鬲 亘卮乇 丕夭 噩賳诏貨 丿乇 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘賴 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 鬲氐賵蹖乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲. 亘卮乇蹖 讴賴: 芦賳賲蹖鈥屫堌з囏� 亘賲蹖乇丿貙 丕賲丕 賲蹖鈥屫з嗀� 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿禄. 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
The Train Was on Time (German: Der Zug war p眉nktlich) is the first published novel by German author Heinrich B枚ll. It dates from 1949. The book centres on the story of a German soldier, Andreas, taking a train from Paris (France) to Przemy艣l (Poland). The story focuses on the experience of German soldiers during the Second World War on the Eastern Front where fighting was particularly vicious and unforgiving; B枚ll had earlier explored the same experience in A Soldier's Legacy which was written in 1948 but published later. On his way to the war front, he meets two other Germans with whom he starts a dialogue and a short-term friendship; he also meets Olina, a Polish prostitute, who has been working for the anti-fascist partisans but who has become disillusioned with such activity, seeing it as begetting yet further cycles of violence and aggression rather than leading to a proper way out of the bellicosity of the situation. During their trip we learn much about horrors soldiers endure in the war, and the effect it leaves on a person. Andreas has a particularly passive (some might say stoic) attitude to his involvement in the conflict, and the inevitability of death (and the question of fate) hangs over the narrative in a tragic fashion. It is arguable that the only real choices in the novel, presented in its opening gambits, involve the place and manner of Andreas's death in the war, rather than the possibility of its evasion. This tragic fate seems to be circumvented to some extent when Andreas meets Olina and they plan an escape to the Carpathian mountains, but the eventual fate cannot (it appears) be overlooked. In this sense, connections can be made between the work and the structure of ancient Greek tragedies such as the story of Oedipus.
鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮: 倬丕賳夭丿賴賲 賲丕賴 丕讴鬲亘乇 爻丕賱 1994 賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
毓賳賵丕賳: 賯胤丕乇 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 乇爻蹖丿貨 賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱貨 賲鬲乇噩賲: 讴蹖讴丕賵賵爻 噩賴丕賳丿丕乇蹖貨 鬲賴乇丕賳貙 趩卮賲賴貙 1372貨 丿乇 165 氐貨 卮丕亘讴: 9646194672貨 賲賵囟賵毓: 丿丕爻鬲丕賳賴丕蹖 賳賵蹖爻賳丿诏丕賳 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 賯乇賳 20 賲
賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 讴賵鬲丕賴 芦賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱禄 丿乇 丕毓鬲乇丕囟 亘賴 噩賳诏 賵 禺卮賵賳鬲 毓賱蹖賴 亘卮乇蹖鬲 丕爻鬲. 芦丌賳丿乇賴鈥屫⒇陈� 爻乇亘丕夭蹖鈥� 爻鬲 讴賴 乇丕賴蹖 噩亘賴賴 賲蹖鈥屫促堌� 賵 賴賳诏丕賲 爻賵丕乇 卮丿賳 亘賴 賯胤丕乇 丕丨爻丕爻 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿. 丿乇 胤賵賱 乇丕賴 亘賴 乇賵夭 賲乇丿賳 禺賵丿 讴賴 丌賳 乇丕 蹖讴 卮賳亘賴 賴賮鬲賴 亘毓丿 丕丨爻丕爻 讴乇丿賴 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴賳丿. 賲蹖賱 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖貙 氐賱丨貙 賵 賳賮乇鬲 亘卮乇 丕夭 噩賳诏貨 丿乇 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘賴 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 鬲氐賵蹖乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲. 亘卮乇蹖 讴賴: 芦賳賲蹖鈥屫堌з囏� 亘賲蹖乇丿貙 丕賲丕 賲蹖鈥屫з嗀� 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴丿 賲乇丿禄. 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
February 7, 2019
This is a re-read of a book I first read 30 years ago.
It is 1943. The war is lost but Germany fights on. A soldier travels to the Eastern Front, knowing somehow that he travels to his death. This is not the painful realisation that he is unlikely to survive, but a knowledge of the exact time and place of his demise. He is resigned to his fate and in a strange way almost welcomes it.
A study of the futility of war and the way that soldiers cope, written by a man that had experienced what he has described. The ennui of an endless journey into danger in aid of a lost cause, punctuated by bouts of drinking, sleeping, whoring and interminable card games.
I found this a powerful and moving book. Odd in a sense in that we know the ending very early on.
Worth a read.
It is 1943. The war is lost but Germany fights on. A soldier travels to the Eastern Front, knowing somehow that he travels to his death. This is not the painful realisation that he is unlikely to survive, but a knowledge of the exact time and place of his demise. He is resigned to his fate and in a strange way almost welcomes it.
A study of the futility of war and the way that soldiers cope, written by a man that had experienced what he has described. The ennui of an endless journey into danger in aid of a lost cause, punctuated by bouts of drinking, sleeping, whoring and interminable card games.
I found this a powerful and moving book. Odd in a sense in that we know the ending very early on.
Worth a read.
May 26, 2017
賴乇 賲乇诏蹖 噩賳丕蹖鬲蹖 爻鬲 貙
賴乇 賲乇诏蹖 丿乇 噩賳诏 噩賳丕蹖鬲蹖 爻鬲 ......
丿乇丿 賴丕蹖蹖 丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿賳蹖丕 賴爻鬲 亘賴 丌賳 毓馗賲鬲 讴賴 丿蹖诏乇 丿乇 亘乇丕亘乇 丌賳賴丕 丕夭 丕卮讴 讴丕乇蹖 爻丕禺鬲賴 賳蹖爻鬲 ...
賴乇 賲乇诏蹖 丿乇 噩賳诏 噩賳丕蹖鬲蹖 爻鬲 ......
丿乇丿 賴丕蹖蹖 丿乇 丕蹖賳 丿賳蹖丕 賴爻鬲 亘賴 丌賳 毓馗賲鬲 讴賴 丿蹖诏乇 丿乇 亘乇丕亘乇 丌賳賴丕 丕夭 丕卮讴 讴丕乇蹖 爻丕禺鬲賴 賳蹖爻鬲 ...
August 12, 2019
Having now read all of the Booker longlisted books I can get my hands on, I am back to reading some that have been patiently sitting on the to read shelf for a few months. B枚ll has been a writer I felt I should have read for a while, and this early novella was my first experience.
The whole book is a test of the premise "what if I knew exactly when I was going to die". The book is mostly set on a German troop train in 1943, which is travelling from the Rheinland towards the front in eastern Poland over a few days. The narrator Andreas has a premonition, which he believes unshakably, that he will die somewhere between two Polish villages, at a time no more than four days away, and the book follows his thoughts and actions over those four days. He spends most of the journey in the company of two other soldiers, one of whom is determined to throw his money away after his wife has left him, mostly on food, alcohol and women.
The journey involves two changes of train in Poland, allowing the last night to be spent in the Galician capital Lvov, .
The whole vision is a rather impressive but bleak one, and I will definitely consider reading more.
The whole book is a test of the premise "what if I knew exactly when I was going to die". The book is mostly set on a German troop train in 1943, which is travelling from the Rheinland towards the front in eastern Poland over a few days. The narrator Andreas has a premonition, which he believes unshakably, that he will die somewhere between two Polish villages, at a time no more than four days away, and the book follows his thoughts and actions over those four days. He spends most of the journey in the company of two other soldiers, one of whom is determined to throw his money away after his wife has left him, mostly on food, alcohol and women.
The journey involves two changes of train in Poland, allowing the last night to be spent in the Galician capital Lvov, .
The whole vision is a rather impressive but bleak one, and I will definitely consider reading more.
August 28, 2023
鈥� He was still dreaming, his face was all dreams, and his eyes had no longer that nasty slimy look; there was something childlike about them, and that might have been because he had a real dream, had been genuinely happy. Happiness washes away many things, just as suffering washes away many things.鈥�
Though in his dream he was happy, in real he was fearful, fearful of his impending death, and throughout this train journey he was fearful, even at the later moment when he tried to console his soul in the company of that prostitute Olina, he was fearful, so fearful that he could not effectuate!
This was the second book of my German endeavor this month, After reading 'Thomas Mann two days back, Heinrich Boll, gave me a much-needed augment, 鈥淏uck up kid!", as if the author said to me after I finished this one. If reading a new author fills me with contentment, this is always a thing to remember with a sense of pride. Picking up a book randomly and then getting a winner is a nice game of luck and crack. You can call it the smugness of a reader!
I also recalled my last year's reading Of , which had made a convincing impact on me.
The plot was too tight; a young man, some of his co-passengers, a train, a prostitute, and the fear of that man.
What else?
Nothing,
you don鈥檛 need much stuff to write a story.
He wrote it beautifully.
In fact, the fear was no less personified throughout the plot, so 鈥榝ear鈥� was also sitting near the window seat of the train along with him all the time, as if twirling its dreary mustache. The fear of death is entwined with desolation and despair when there is going on a WAR outside.
鈥淪oon I am going to die, I鈥檒l never see that tree again, that russet tree over there by that green house, I鈥檒l never see that girl wheeling that bike again, the girl in the yellow dress with the black hair, these things that the train is racing past, I鈥檒l never see any of them again鈥︹€�
Andreas was his name, a young German soldier on a train journey, and the author has portrayed his inner conflict and fear in such an evocative manner that I could not put it down. Like a smooth thread being reeled off, the events will flash and die inside the memory of the protagonist, and the author escorted it from his mind to the mind of the reader in such figurative language. It was metaphorically rich text. The second part, where Andreas is with a prostitute, was written nicely, in that part I found the emotions between them were evoked gently, yet they could not propel that self-indulgent tenderness that I was expecting.
This was an evocative read with high emblematic value for me, a story that dealt with human emotions and fear of death in a war-like situation, A haunting novella!
October 15, 2015
丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 丕賵賱蹖賳 丕孬乇 賴丕賳乇蹖卮 亘賱 丿乇 夭賲蹖賳賴 乇賲丕賳 讴賵鬲丕賴 亘賴 卮賲丕乇 賲蹖乇賵丿.丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 亘蹖卮鬲乇 噩賳亘賴 丕毓鬲乇丕囟蹖 亘賴 噩賳诏 丿丕乇丿 賳賴 丨賲丕爻賴 賵賯賴乇賲丕賳 倬乇賵乇蹖 賵鬲讴 賵丕蹖賴 诏賵蹖蹖 賴丕蹖 卮禺氐蹖鬲 鬲賳賴丕蹖 賯氐賴 亘賱 丿乇 噩丕亘賴 噩丕蹖 賯氐賴 賳賲賵丿 賴丕蹖 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 丿丕乇賳丿 讴鬲丕亘 倬乇 丕夭 丕爻鬲 丕卮鬲蹖丕賯 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 賵丕丨爻丕爻丕鬲 囟丿 賵賳賯蹖囟 蹖讴 丕丿賲 .賲孬賱 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖 賵鬲乇爻 ..鬲乇爻 丕夭 賲乇诏 ....讴鬲丕亘 倬乇 丕爻鬲 丕夭 丿乇丿賴丕蹖 賲卮鬲乇讴 亘卮乇蹖鬲 .丕賳丿乇蹖丕爻 賯氐賴 賴丕賳乇蹖卮 亘賱 噩賵丕賳讴蹖 亘蹖爻鬲 賵趩賳丿 爻丕賱賴 丕爻鬲 讴賴 噩賳诏 亘丕毓孬 卮丿賴 亘賴 丕賳丿丕夭賴 鬲賲丕賲 毓賲乇 鬲噩乇亘賴 丕賳丿賵禺鬲賴 亘丕卮丿 .賴丕賳乇蹖卮 亘賱 丿乇 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 亘丕 禺胤蹖 賲爻鬲蹖賲 賲丕乇丕 亘賴 賴賲匕丕鬲 倬賳丿丕乇蹖 毓賲蹖賯蹖 亘丕 丕賳丿乇蹖丕爻 賵丕 賲蹖丿丕乇丿 賵趩賴乇賴 讴乇蹖賴 噩賳诏 賵倬賵趩蹖 丕蹖丿賴 賴丕蹖 賳丕夭蹖爻賲 乇丕 亘賴 禺賵亘蹖 亘蹖丕賳 賲蹖讴賳丿 .丿乇 丕蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 讴賵鬲丕賴 丕賵 丕丿賲賴丕蹖蹖 乇丕 亘賴 鬲氐賵蹖乇 賲蹖讴卮丿 讴賴 賴蹖趩 賲賳賮毓鬲蹖 丿乇 噩賳诏 亘乇丕蹖卮丕賳 賳亘賵丿賴 賵鬲賳賴丕 賱诏丿 賲丕賱 卮丿賳 乇賵丨 賵噩爻賲 亘乇丕蹖卮丕賳 賲丕賳丿賴 讴賴 丨鬲蹖 賲賲讴賳 丕爻鬲 鬲丕 賳爻賱賴丕 鬲丕賵丕賳 丕賳乇丕 倬爻 丿賴賳丿 ...
March 17, 2017
賲賵囟賵毓賽 賲乇诏 賵 爻賵丕賱蹖 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 賴賲賴 賴爻鬲 讴賴 亘夭賵丿蹖 禺賵丕賴賲 賲乇丿貙 丕蹖賳 賲賵囟賵毓蹖 丕爻鬲 讴賴 亘毓丿 丕夭 禺賵丕賳丿賳 讴鬲丕亘 丿乇诏蹖乇 丌賳 賲蹖 卮賵蹖賲. 丕蹖賳讴賴 亘丿丕賳蹖 禺賵丕賴蹖 賲乇丿 賵 丌賳诏丕賴 賳诏丕賴鬲 亘賴 噩賴丕賳 趩讴賵賳賴 禺賵丕賴丿 亘賵丿. 丌賳 賴賲 丕夭 賲賳馗乇 蹖讴 爻乇亘丕夭 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 丿乇 噩賳诏 噩賴丕賳蹖 丿賵賲. 賵 卮丕蹖丿 鬲賳賴丕 乇丕 趩丕乇賴 毓卮賯 亘丕卮丿. 丨鬲蹖 毓卮賯 丕賮賱丕胤賵賳蹖 蹖讴 賮丕丨卮賴.
May 30, 2019
噩賵丕賳 亘蹖趩丕乇賴鈥屫й� 讴賴 毓丕夭賲 噩亘賴賴 噩賳诏賴 賵 丿乇 鬲賲丕賲 胤賵賱 賲爻蹖乇 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賮讴乇 賲蹖鈥屭┵嗁� 讴賴 賯乇丕乇賴 禺蹖賱蹖 夭賵丿 亘賲蹖乇賴 :( 丕賵賳 噩乇丕鬲 賴蹖趩鈥屭┴ж臂屬� 賳丿丕乇賴 丨鬲蹖 毓丕卮賯 卮丿賳 趩賵賳 賯乇丕乇賴 禺蹖賱蹖 夭賵丿 亘賲蹖乇賴...
March 24, 2023
Heinrich B枚ll hat schon in diesem fr眉hen Werk eine Sprache, der man sich ob der eindringlichen Bilder und der dadurch geschaffenen Atmosph盲re nicht entziehen kann. Er beschreibt die Reise des jungen Soldaten Andreas mit dem Zug an die Ostfront. Es ist 1943. Andreas ist 眉berzeugt, dass er im Krieg sterben wird. Die dreit盲gige Reise, die Bekanntschaften, das Spielen, das Trinken, der Bordellbesuch sind Gegenstand der Handlung. Gedanken 眉ber Sterben, Liebe, Religion oder Macht werden in diese Handlung eingeflochten.
Heinrich B枚ll versteht es wie kaum ein anderer die Generation der jungen Kriegsteilnehmer in einem Satz mit einem beeindruckendem Bild zu illustrieren: "Sie sind alle arme, graue, hungrige, verf眉hrte und betrogene Kinder, und ihre Wiege, das sind die Z眉ge, die Fronturlauberz眉ge, die Rak-Tak-Bums machen und sie einschl盲fern." S盲tze wie diese wirken auf mich einerseits sehr n眉chtern, andererseits sind sie aber auch von einer tiefen Menschlichkeit durchdrungen.
Das Buch wird als Erz盲hlung bezeichnet. Heute w眉rden die in meiner Ausgabe (dtv; 8. Auflage von 1976; 3,80 DM) eng bedruckten 124 Seiten locker als Roman durchgehen. Es war das erste Werk B枚lls, das ver枚ffentlicht worden ist, und zwar im Jahr 1949. Auch knapp 75 Jahre sp盲ter kann ich es mit voller 脺berzeugung zur Lekt眉re empfehlen.
Heinrich B枚ll versteht es wie kaum ein anderer die Generation der jungen Kriegsteilnehmer in einem Satz mit einem beeindruckendem Bild zu illustrieren: "Sie sind alle arme, graue, hungrige, verf眉hrte und betrogene Kinder, und ihre Wiege, das sind die Z眉ge, die Fronturlauberz眉ge, die Rak-Tak-Bums machen und sie einschl盲fern." S盲tze wie diese wirken auf mich einerseits sehr n眉chtern, andererseits sind sie aber auch von einer tiefen Menschlichkeit durchdrungen.
Das Buch wird als Erz盲hlung bezeichnet. Heute w眉rden die in meiner Ausgabe (dtv; 8. Auflage von 1976; 3,80 DM) eng bedruckten 124 Seiten locker als Roman durchgehen. Es war das erste Werk B枚lls, das ver枚ffentlicht worden ist, und zwar im Jahr 1949. Auch knapp 75 Jahre sp盲ter kann ich es mit voller 脺berzeugung zur Lekt眉re empfehlen.
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September 25, 2015
I have spent much of my life, from around ten or eleven years old, looking for the answer, for something that would provide relief and allow me to, not exactly reconcile myself with The Fear, but at least be able to cope with those times when it sits on my chest and holds me down and pummels me in the face. Which is most days really. For years my relationship with The Fear 鈥� which for other people may mean a number of things but which for me is a fear of dying 鈥� has involved extreme panic attacks. During these attacks, which I would describe as being motivated by The Genuine Belief That One Day I Will Definitely Die, I will howl inhumanly, and tear at my hair, literally grab great chunks of hair and yank at them like an overzealous, inexperienced fisherman yanks at his rod when he sees his float disappear under the surface of the pond鈥檚 water. And I will scream, actually scream into the palms of my hands, and writhe and kick and squirm. When The Fear really takes hold, when I truly believed that at some point I am going to cease to exist 鈥� because it is a different thing to say it or know it than it is to truly believe it 鈥� it is like my head, my body, my Self, is going to suffer a kind of irrevocable breakdown, a Twin Towers-like collapse, and the writhing, the screaming, the kicking, etc is a sort of existential battle for survival, is my Self trading blows with The Fear. If anyone was ever to see me in this state, which they wouldn鈥檛 of course because The Fear is a canny bastard who will only ever step to a guy when he is at his most alone and vulnerable, they鈥檇 think, understandably, that I was possessed.
All of which should go some way to explaining why Heinrich B枚ll鈥檚 The Train Was on Time, which is, on the most basic level, the story of a young man who is absolutely certain that the train he is on is taking him to his death, has been an uncomfortable, and yet at times strangely comforting, reading experience for me. The novel is set in 1943, and features a German infantryman, Andreas, who is bound for the Eastern front [specifically Poland]. In these circumstances, having a premonition of one鈥檚 death is not exactly a flight of fancy. Indeed, Andreas had already come close to the ultimate departure once before, in Amiens, France. Unfortunately for him, the situation, for the Germans, has significantly worsened since then, so that losing the war seems likely. One must bear in mind that one鈥檚 chances of survival when on the winning side are, at best, in the balance, but when on the losing side? Well鈥�
[German soldiers during WW2, waiting to board a train]
To be a soldier during wartime is to be in an extraordinary predicament, because, regardless of how that war is justified, whether it be in the name of freedom or democracy or whatever, for the people who are actively involved in it, it is literally a fight for life, a battle to stay alive; it is a state of affairs whereby death isn鈥檛 simply keeping an eye on you, it is aggressively stalking your heels. To spend weeks, months, years in such a situation must be horribly taxing. Therefore, it is no surprise that soldiers are often mentally damaged by the experience; and there is certainly evidence of that where Andreas is concerned. He is obsessively focussed on certain incidents, replaying them in his mind; he worries that he isn鈥檛 praying enough, and when he does pray it is often for the Jews; he frequently wants to cry but cannot; and, as already noted, he is convinced that his death is coming, yet not at some unspecified point in time, but on a specific day, in a specific place.
For me, B枚ll handles all this with great sensitivity, intelligence and skill. On the surface, the book is written in the third person, but large parts of it are actually given over to Andreas鈥� internal monologues. In the beginning, he is terribly afraid, he panics鈥t is an animal reaction, a feeling that goes beyond reason. He is tormented by the word 鈥榮oon.鈥� Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. 鈥淲hat a terrible word,鈥� he thinks to himself. When is soon? Soon is uncertain, it is imprecise, it is a black hole, a nothing. Like death itself. And so, almost in order to comfort himself, to be able to get a handle on death, to make it concrete, to give himself something to hold onto, he convinces himself that his death will take place on a Sunday, between Lvov and Cernauti. He makes the uncertain certain. There is something, I think, in the unknown, in nothingness, that we simply cannot bear, because, I guess, we cannot comprehend it. I have been spending time with terminally ill people recently, and there is, in my limited experience, a kind of calmness that descends when death stops being this thing that might grab you unawares, and instead comes to sit beside you.
Once death is certain, and no longer soon, Andreas鈥� panic subsides somewhat [which is not, by the way, the same as saying that he becomes entirely reconciled to the fate that he believes is his] and he becomes wistful and melancholy, thinking about the places he has been unable to visit, about how he will never again see the girl who serves him coffee. In this way, The Train Was on Time, as with all worthwhile literature, is universal, because we all experience the transitory nature of existence, even if we do not always link that experience to death. Whenever I am on a train I will spend some time looking out of the window, and I am always struck by a painful feeling, an understanding that I will never again see what I am seeing, that even if I take the same train, at the same time, travelling the same route, the sights will not be exactly the same. No single second of your life can ever be repeated; to all intents and purposes, you die thousands of times a day.
For a novel so preoccupied with death it is not surprising that there is a sense of wanting to escape running through it. In addition to Andreas, there are two other major characters, Willi and a blonde officer. The three men come together when Andreas is asked if he wants to play a game of cards. Of course, for the young infantryman the game, and the company, is not about avoiding boredom, as it might be for us, but about keeping busy, taking his minds off things, off, specifically, the fact that he is likely hurtling towards his final resting place. However, death itself is also a kind of escape, or it could be viewed in that way, especially if one鈥檚 life is intolerable. In the case of Willi and the blonde officer, they could be said to be running towards war, towards death, rather than away from it, as one struggles with the break up of his marriage and the other with having once been sexually abused. In fact, Willi drinks large quantities of alcohol, which, of course, also provides an escape from reality, albeit only in the short-term.
In conclusion, I seem to recall the translator and critic Michael Hofmann once writing disparagingly of Heinrich B枚ll, and I seldom see his work [B枚ll鈥檚] in lists of great German novels. On this basis, he probably qualifies as underrated. I do not think he ever hit the heights of someone like, say, Thomas Mann or the Austrian Robert Musil, but I have yet to be disappointed with any of his books. However, I ought to point out that, in the early stages, the transitions between third person narrative and the internal monologue are a little clunky to say the least, and that I wasn鈥檛 won over by the opening scene in which Andreas speaks to a clergyman on the platform about his desire to avoid death, but these are minor quibbles overall. The Train Was on Time, which was B枚ll鈥檚 first published work, written when in his early thirties, is fascinating, and often beautiful and moving. Indeed, there is a passage about how the searchlights in the night air resemble fingers seeking out someone that will stay with me for a long time.
All of which should go some way to explaining why Heinrich B枚ll鈥檚 The Train Was on Time, which is, on the most basic level, the story of a young man who is absolutely certain that the train he is on is taking him to his death, has been an uncomfortable, and yet at times strangely comforting, reading experience for me. The novel is set in 1943, and features a German infantryman, Andreas, who is bound for the Eastern front [specifically Poland]. In these circumstances, having a premonition of one鈥檚 death is not exactly a flight of fancy. Indeed, Andreas had already come close to the ultimate departure once before, in Amiens, France. Unfortunately for him, the situation, for the Germans, has significantly worsened since then, so that losing the war seems likely. One must bear in mind that one鈥檚 chances of survival when on the winning side are, at best, in the balance, but when on the losing side? Well鈥�
[German soldiers during WW2, waiting to board a train]
To be a soldier during wartime is to be in an extraordinary predicament, because, regardless of how that war is justified, whether it be in the name of freedom or democracy or whatever, for the people who are actively involved in it, it is literally a fight for life, a battle to stay alive; it is a state of affairs whereby death isn鈥檛 simply keeping an eye on you, it is aggressively stalking your heels. To spend weeks, months, years in such a situation must be horribly taxing. Therefore, it is no surprise that soldiers are often mentally damaged by the experience; and there is certainly evidence of that where Andreas is concerned. He is obsessively focussed on certain incidents, replaying them in his mind; he worries that he isn鈥檛 praying enough, and when he does pray it is often for the Jews; he frequently wants to cry but cannot; and, as already noted, he is convinced that his death is coming, yet not at some unspecified point in time, but on a specific day, in a specific place.
鈥淗e could no longer say, no longer even think: 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to die.鈥� As often as he tried to form the sentence he thought: I鈥檓 going to die鈥oon.鈥�
For me, B枚ll handles all this with great sensitivity, intelligence and skill. On the surface, the book is written in the third person, but large parts of it are actually given over to Andreas鈥� internal monologues. In the beginning, he is terribly afraid, he panics鈥t is an animal reaction, a feeling that goes beyond reason. He is tormented by the word 鈥榮oon.鈥� Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. 鈥淲hat a terrible word,鈥� he thinks to himself. When is soon? Soon is uncertain, it is imprecise, it is a black hole, a nothing. Like death itself. And so, almost in order to comfort himself, to be able to get a handle on death, to make it concrete, to give himself something to hold onto, he convinces himself that his death will take place on a Sunday, between Lvov and Cernauti. He makes the uncertain certain. There is something, I think, in the unknown, in nothingness, that we simply cannot bear, because, I guess, we cannot comprehend it. I have been spending time with terminally ill people recently, and there is, in my limited experience, a kind of calmness that descends when death stops being this thing that might grab you unawares, and instead comes to sit beside you.
Once death is certain, and no longer soon, Andreas鈥� panic subsides somewhat [which is not, by the way, the same as saying that he becomes entirely reconciled to the fate that he believes is his] and he becomes wistful and melancholy, thinking about the places he has been unable to visit, about how he will never again see the girl who serves him coffee. In this way, The Train Was on Time, as with all worthwhile literature, is universal, because we all experience the transitory nature of existence, even if we do not always link that experience to death. Whenever I am on a train I will spend some time looking out of the window, and I am always struck by a painful feeling, an understanding that I will never again see what I am seeing, that even if I take the same train, at the same time, travelling the same route, the sights will not be exactly the same. No single second of your life can ever be repeated; to all intents and purposes, you die thousands of times a day.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 something no one would ever be able to understand, why I don鈥檛 take the next train back to her鈥� why don鈥檛 I? No one would ever be able to understand that. But I鈥檓 scared of that innocence鈥� and I love her very much, and I鈥檓 going to die, and all she鈥檒l ever get from me now will be an official letter saying: Fallen for Greater Germany鈥︹€�
For a novel so preoccupied with death it is not surprising that there is a sense of wanting to escape running through it. In addition to Andreas, there are two other major characters, Willi and a blonde officer. The three men come together when Andreas is asked if he wants to play a game of cards. Of course, for the young infantryman the game, and the company, is not about avoiding boredom, as it might be for us, but about keeping busy, taking his minds off things, off, specifically, the fact that he is likely hurtling towards his final resting place. However, death itself is also a kind of escape, or it could be viewed in that way, especially if one鈥檚 life is intolerable. In the case of Willi and the blonde officer, they could be said to be running towards war, towards death, rather than away from it, as one struggles with the break up of his marriage and the other with having once been sexually abused. In fact, Willi drinks large quantities of alcohol, which, of course, also provides an escape from reality, albeit only in the short-term.
In conclusion, I seem to recall the translator and critic Michael Hofmann once writing disparagingly of Heinrich B枚ll, and I seldom see his work [B枚ll鈥檚] in lists of great German novels. On this basis, he probably qualifies as underrated. I do not think he ever hit the heights of someone like, say, Thomas Mann or the Austrian Robert Musil, but I have yet to be disappointed with any of his books. However, I ought to point out that, in the early stages, the transitions between third person narrative and the internal monologue are a little clunky to say the least, and that I wasn鈥檛 won over by the opening scene in which Andreas speaks to a clergyman on the platform about his desire to avoid death, but these are minor quibbles overall. The Train Was on Time, which was B枚ll鈥檚 first published work, written when in his early thirties, is fascinating, and often beautiful and moving. Indeed, there is a passage about how the searchlights in the night air resemble fingers seeking out someone that will stay with me for a long time.
April 14, 2023
賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱 丿乇 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 讴賴 馗丕賴乇丕 丕賵賱蹖賳 乇賲丕賳 丕蹖賳 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賴賲 賴爻鬲 趩賴乇賴鈥屰� 夭卮鬲 賵 禺卮賳 噩賳诏 乇賵 亘丕 丕爻鬲賮丕丿賴 丕夭 鬲賵氐蹖賮 丨丕賱丕鬲 乇賵丨蹖 爻乇亘丕夭蹖 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 亘賴 賳丕賲 丌賳丿乇卅丕爻 賵 诏丕賴丕 賲乇賵乇 禺丕胤乇丕鬲 鬲丕乇蹖讴 賵 毓匕丕亘 丌賵乇卮 讴賴 夭丕丿賴鈥屰� 噩賳诏 賴爻鬲賳丿 賵 毓卮賯 丕賵 亘賴 蹖讴 噩丕爻賵爻 丿卮賲賳 亘賴 鬲氐賵蹖乇 賲蹖鈥屭┴簇�.
賲鬲丕爻賮丕賳賴 鬲乇噩賲賴 夭蹖丕丿 噩丕賱亘 賳亘賵丿 賵 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 蹖賴 噩丕賴丕蹖蹖 亘賴 卮丿鬲 讴爻賱 讴賳賳丿賴 賲蹖卮賴 亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 禺丕胤乇 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丕夭 2 爻鬲丕乇賴 賳賲蹖鈥屫堎嗁� 亘賴卮 亘丿賲.
賲鬲丕爻賮丕賳賴 鬲乇噩賲賴 夭蹖丕丿 噩丕賱亘 賳亘賵丿 賵 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 蹖賴 噩丕賴丕蹖蹖 亘賴 卮丿鬲 讴爻賱 讴賳賳丿賴 賲蹖卮賴 亘賴 賴賲蹖賳 禺丕胤乇 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丕夭 2 爻鬲丕乇賴 賳賲蹖鈥屫堎嗁� 亘賴卮 亘丿賲.
October 17, 2024
鈥淏ut I'm standing here by the window and I feel as if I were made of lead. I can't move, I feel paralyzed, this train is part of me and I'm part of the train, this train that has to carry me to my appointed end, and the strange part about it is that I have absolutely no desire to get out here鈥︹€� p17
Heinrich B枚ll鈥檚 鈥淭he Train was on Time鈥�, reads like a meditation on death, or is it a meditation on life after death, as it narrates the story of Andreas, German soldier towards the end of World War 2. As Andreas boards the train destined to take him and his comrades to Eastern Europe鈥� Przemysl, onto Lvov and ultimately Cernauti, he has a premonition that he is going to die in five days time, the train hurtling him towards his final destination.
This story is particularly poignant when I realise that B枚ll is German, drafted into the Nazi Wehrmacht, ultimately becoming a prisoner of war in an American camp. The book was published shortly after the end of the war, in the face of Germany鈥檚 defeat. It is a sobering and stark narrative that serves to reinforce the demise of the Nazi war machine and that the inevitable end for German soldiers was death.
While there are so many possible topics emanating from this book, the glaring one is the notion of what is it like to face your own death, to somehow have the knowledge of your imminent fate and what influence does that have on actions, thoughts, feelings? It鈥檚 a question that many have faced looking down the barrel of a terminal condition etc, but to somehow be ordained with the knowledge of the exact date and time of your death, knowing that is 鈥榯his week鈥� - what impact does that have?
鈥淪oon I'm going to die. At first it was certain, but far off; certain, but unclear, and it's been getting steadily narrower and narrower, already it's narrowed down to a few miles of road and two days away, and every turn of these wheels brings me closer.鈥� P34
I kind of like that for Andreas, the impact is such that he still eats, sleeps, and does things that he questions and wonders why he would do such menial things when he is facing such a destiny.
鈥�.. I've known since
Wednesday . .. and I've done nothing, I know it with absolute certainty, and I've hardly prayed any more than usual. I played cards.
I drank. I ate and really enjoyed my food, and I slept. I slept too much, and time has leaped forwards, time always leaps forwards, and now here I am only twenty-four hours away from it. I've done nothing: after all, when you know you're going to die you have all kinds of things to settle, to regret, prayers to say, many prayers to say, and I've prayed hardly any more than I usually do.鈥� P54
The book kind of ambles along in an unstructured way, the trajectory being the railway line and the ultimate destination both geographical and metaphorical. He meets Willi, the unshaven man and the blond younger man.. each of whom he connects with in an authentic way as far as he can on a train when each is hurtling to some destination as a broken and changed war casualty. The idealised love of his life that actually existed for a tenth of a second in a glance from a girl in Paris becomes an overwhelming feeling and thought for him, both satisfying and regretful.
Finally he meets Olina, a prostitute in a brothel and there he finds the ost meaning, learning how to love without desire. It is a lesson that is so meaningful and comes right at the end of the five days and his life鈥�. Or does it.
Beautiful and poignant read.
Heinrich B枚ll鈥檚 鈥淭he Train was on Time鈥�, reads like a meditation on death, or is it a meditation on life after death, as it narrates the story of Andreas, German soldier towards the end of World War 2. As Andreas boards the train destined to take him and his comrades to Eastern Europe鈥� Przemysl, onto Lvov and ultimately Cernauti, he has a premonition that he is going to die in five days time, the train hurtling him towards his final destination.
This story is particularly poignant when I realise that B枚ll is German, drafted into the Nazi Wehrmacht, ultimately becoming a prisoner of war in an American camp. The book was published shortly after the end of the war, in the face of Germany鈥檚 defeat. It is a sobering and stark narrative that serves to reinforce the demise of the Nazi war machine and that the inevitable end for German soldiers was death.
While there are so many possible topics emanating from this book, the glaring one is the notion of what is it like to face your own death, to somehow have the knowledge of your imminent fate and what influence does that have on actions, thoughts, feelings? It鈥檚 a question that many have faced looking down the barrel of a terminal condition etc, but to somehow be ordained with the knowledge of the exact date and time of your death, knowing that is 鈥榯his week鈥� - what impact does that have?
鈥淪oon I'm going to die. At first it was certain, but far off; certain, but unclear, and it's been getting steadily narrower and narrower, already it's narrowed down to a few miles of road and two days away, and every turn of these wheels brings me closer.鈥� P34
I kind of like that for Andreas, the impact is such that he still eats, sleeps, and does things that he questions and wonders why he would do such menial things when he is facing such a destiny.
鈥�.. I've known since
Wednesday . .. and I've done nothing, I know it with absolute certainty, and I've hardly prayed any more than usual. I played cards.
I drank. I ate and really enjoyed my food, and I slept. I slept too much, and time has leaped forwards, time always leaps forwards, and now here I am only twenty-four hours away from it. I've done nothing: after all, when you know you're going to die you have all kinds of things to settle, to regret, prayers to say, many prayers to say, and I've prayed hardly any more than I usually do.鈥� P54
The book kind of ambles along in an unstructured way, the trajectory being the railway line and the ultimate destination both geographical and metaphorical. He meets Willi, the unshaven man and the blond younger man.. each of whom he connects with in an authentic way as far as he can on a train when each is hurtling to some destination as a broken and changed war casualty. The idealised love of his life that actually existed for a tenth of a second in a glance from a girl in Paris becomes an overwhelming feeling and thought for him, both satisfying and regretful.
Finally he meets Olina, a prostitute in a brothel and there he finds the ost meaning, learning how to love without desire. It is a lesson that is so meaningful and comes right at the end of the five days and his life鈥�. Or does it.
Beautiful and poignant read.
March 30, 2022
2.5 猸�
讴鬲丕亘 賯胤丕乇 爻乇 賵賯鬲 蹖丕 丿乇 鬲乇噩賲賴鈥屰� 丿蹖诏賴 賯胤丕乇 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 乇爻蹖丿貙 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 蹖讴 爻乇亘丕夭 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 丕爻鬲 讴賴 丕夭 噩丕蹖蹖 讴賴 賲卮禺氐 賳蹖爻鬲 讴噩丕爻鬲 賲蹖鈥屫堎嗁� 趩賴 乇賵夭蹖 賲蹖鈥屬呟屫辟囏� 乇賵夭蹖 讴賴 趩賳丿 乇賵夭 亘蹖卮鬲乇 亘賴卮 亘丕賯蹖 賳賲賵賳丿賴 賵 亘丕 讴賱賲賴鈥屰� 讴賱蹖丿蹖 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 鬲賵蹖 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘丕賴丕卮 亘丕夭蹖 賲蹖卮賴. 賲賳 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 賲蹖賲蹖乇賲貙 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖
賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱 亘賴 賳馗乇 賲蹖丕丿 禺賵丕爻鬲賴 亘诏賴 讴賴 丿乇 噩賳诏 丨鬲蹖 爻乇亘丕夭賴丕蹖 讴卮賵乇 賲賴丕噩賲 賴賲 賲賵乇丿 馗賱賲 賵丕賯毓 卮丿賴 賵 賳蹖丕夭賲賳丿 丿賱爻賵夭蹖 賵 鬲乇丨賲 賴爻鬲賳丿.
丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕夭 爻賴 賯爻賲鬲 賲卮禺氐 賵賱蹖 丿乇 賴賲 鬲賳蹖丿賴 鬲卮讴蹖賱 卮丿賴貙 賯爻賲鬲 丕賵賱 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖 爻乇亘丕夭 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 丌賳丿乇蹖丕爻貙 賯爻賲鬲 丿賵賲 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 賵 亘丕夭蹖 賵 诏賮鬲诏賵蹖 丕賵賳 亘丕 丿賵 賳賮乇 丿蹖诏賴 丿乇 賯胤丕乇 賵 诏賵卮 丿丕丿賳 亘賴 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕賵賳賴丕 賵賱蹖 丿乇 丕賳鬲賴丕 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 亘丕 丿禺鬲乇蹖 噩丕爻賵爻 丿乇 賮丕丨卮賴 禺丕賳賴鈥屫й� 丿乇 賱賴爻鬲丕賳 賵 丿乇诏蹖乇蹖 賲丕噩乇丕蹖 毓卮賯蹖.
趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 丿乇 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘賴 賵賮賵乇 賲蹖卮賴 丿蹖丿 丕丨爻丕爻 倬卮蹖賲丕賳蹖 賵 卮乇賲 丕夭 噩賳诏 鬲賵爻胤 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賴爻鬲 賵 趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 賵噩賵丿 賳丿丕乇賴 丕賲蹖丿. 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 噩丕賱亘 賵 毓賲蹖賯 丕賲丕 诏丕賴 诏丕賴 亘丕 趩蹖乇賴 卮丿賳 讴爻丕賱鬲 亘賴 禺賵丕賳賳丿賴 倬蹖卮 賲蹖鈥屫辟�. 丿乇 賲噩賲賵毓 丕賲鬲蹖丕夭 賲賳 亘賴 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 讴賲鬲乇 丕夭 鄢 賴爻鬲 賵 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丕夭 鄄 賵賱蹖 禺亘 賳蹖賲 賳丿丕乇蹖賲 賲賳賲 丿賱乇丨賲貙 賴賲賵賳 爻賴
讴鬲丕亘 賯胤丕乇 爻乇 賵賯鬲 蹖丕 丿乇 鬲乇噩賲賴鈥屰� 丿蹖诏賴 賯胤丕乇 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 乇爻蹖丿貙 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 蹖讴 爻乇亘丕夭 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 丕爻鬲 讴賴 丕夭 噩丕蹖蹖 讴賴 賲卮禺氐 賳蹖爻鬲 讴噩丕爻鬲 賲蹖鈥屫堎嗁� 趩賴 乇賵夭蹖 賲蹖鈥屬呟屫辟囏� 乇賵夭蹖 讴賴 趩賳丿 乇賵夭 亘蹖卮鬲乇 亘賴卮 亘丕賯蹖 賳賲賵賳丿賴 賵 亘丕 讴賱賲賴鈥屰� 讴賱蹖丿蹖 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 鬲賵蹖 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘丕賴丕卮 亘丕夭蹖 賲蹖卮賴. 賲賳 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 賲蹖賲蹖乇賲貙 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖 亘賴 夭賵丿蹖
賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘賱 亘賴 賳馗乇 賲蹖丕丿 禺賵丕爻鬲賴 亘诏賴 讴賴 丿乇 噩賳诏 丨鬲蹖 爻乇亘丕夭賴丕蹖 讴卮賵乇 賲賴丕噩賲 賴賲 賲賵乇丿 馗賱賲 賵丕賯毓 卮丿賴 賵 賳蹖丕夭賲賳丿 丿賱爻賵夭蹖 賵 鬲乇丨賲 賴爻鬲賳丿.
丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕夭 爻賴 賯爻賲鬲 賲卮禺氐 賵賱蹖 丿乇 賴賲 鬲賳蹖丿賴 鬲卮讴蹖賱 卮丿賴貙 賯爻賲鬲 丕賵賱 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖 爻乇亘丕夭 丌賱賲丕賳蹖 丌賳丿乇蹖丕爻貙 賯爻賲鬲 丿賵賲 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 賵 亘丕夭蹖 賵 诏賮鬲诏賵蹖 丕賵賳 亘丕 丿賵 賳賮乇 丿蹖诏賴 丿乇 賯胤丕乇 賵 诏賵卮 丿丕丿賳 亘賴 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 丕賵賳賴丕 賵賱蹖 丿乇 丕賳鬲賴丕 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖 亘丕 丿禺鬲乇蹖 噩丕爻賵爻 丿乇 賮丕丨卮賴 禺丕賳賴鈥屫й� 丿乇 賱賴爻鬲丕賳 賵 丿乇诏蹖乇蹖 賲丕噩乇丕蹖 毓卮賯蹖.
趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 丿乇 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 亘賴 賵賮賵乇 賲蹖卮賴 丿蹖丿 丕丨爻丕爻 倬卮蹖賲丕賳蹖 賵 卮乇賲 丕夭 噩賳诏 鬲賵爻胤 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 賴爻鬲 賵 趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 賵噩賵丿 賳丿丕乇賴 丕賲蹖丿. 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 噩丕賱亘 賵 毓賲蹖賯 丕賲丕 诏丕賴 诏丕賴 亘丕 趩蹖乇賴 卮丿賳 讴爻丕賱鬲 亘賴 禺賵丕賳賳丿賴 倬蹖卮 賲蹖鈥屫辟�. 丿乇 賲噩賲賵毓 丕賲鬲蹖丕夭 賲賳 亘賴 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 讴賲鬲乇 丕夭 鄢 賴爻鬲 賵 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丕夭 鄄 賵賱蹖 禺亘 賳蹖賲 賳丿丕乇蹖賲 賲賳賲 丿賱乇丨賲貙 賴賲賵賳 爻賴
June 28, 2011
my first heinrich boll; good stuff! reminded me some of anna kavan's , though much more realistic. also it was strange that i read it after , as the two had very similar storylines... person travels in a straight line toward death, unwilling and/or unable to turn aside. not scathing like the driver's seat, however... sadder, haunted, beautiful.
there's a quality about post-war european books i really love; they have this air of profundity which i guess is a product of exhaustion and disillusionment; they make modern books seem histrionic.
(picked up at the same time. these melville house re-releases are beautiful. i was halfway through before i suddenly realized those shapes on the cover were a train.)
there's a quality about post-war european books i really love; they have this air of profundity which i guess is a product of exhaustion and disillusionment; they make modern books seem histrionic.
(picked up at the same time. these melville house re-releases are beautiful. i was halfway through before i suddenly realized those shapes on the cover were a train.)
September 2, 2022
賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 亘購賱 乇賵 亘丕 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘卮 亘卮賳丕爻蹖丿
賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 丕賲卮亘 爻乇賳賲丕夭 亘乇丕鬲 丕夭 禺丿丕 丌乇丕賲卮 胤賱亘 賲蹖讴賳賲 賵 卮丕蹖丿賲 賯胤乇賴 丕蹖蹖 禺賵賳 丿禺鬲乇讴鬲 亘噩丕蹖 丕卮讴 乇賵 诏賵賳賲 丨爻 讴賳賲
賴丕蹖賳乇蹖卮 丕賲卮亘 爻乇賳賲丕夭 亘乇丕鬲 丕夭 禺丿丕 丌乇丕賲卮 胤賱亘 賲蹖讴賳賲 賵 卮丕蹖丿賲 賯胤乇賴 丕蹖蹖 禺賵賳 丿禺鬲乇讴鬲 亘噩丕蹖 丕卮讴 乇賵 诏賵賳賲 丨爻 讴賳賲
May 28, 2020
"噩賳诏 丌丿賲賴丕賷 爻丕丿賴 賱賵丨 乇丕 睾氐賴 丿丕乇 賲賷 讴賳丿貙 鬲丕 丌丿賲賴丕賷賷 亘賴 卮丕丿賷 亘乇爻賳丿 讴賴 禺賵丿卮丕賳 賴賲 賳賲賷 丿丕賳賳丿 趩賴 趩賷夭賷 禺賵卮丨丕賱卮丕賳 賲賷 讴賳丿."
噩賳诏 趩賷夭 禺賵亘賷 賳賷爻鬲...賴賲賷賳.
噩賳诏 趩賷夭 禺賵亘賷 賳賷爻鬲...賴賲賷賳.
July 21, 2009
This is the first novel, written in 1947, by Nobelist Heinrich B枚ll, who had served in the German army for six years during WWII. The story takes place in 1944 during the five-day train ride of a young soldier from leave in Germany to the Russian front and certain death. The trip is spent inside the protagonist鈥檚 mind as he tries to figure out exactly where and when he will be killed, and as he flashes back on his brief life, especially on his one 鈥渓ove鈥濃€攁 pair of beautiful eyes (鈥渢he Eyes鈥�) he glimpsed in France just before he was wounded for the first time and which have haunted him ever since. His ruminations and rollercoaster emotions interplay with the sights and sounds and smells of the troop train, and with his relationship with two train-met companions, fellow soldiers who also know they are doomed. Finally he figures out that he will be killed early Sunday morning in Poland between Lvov and Cherovtsky. He is right; but it happens in a somewhat improbable way.
This is a horrors-of-war book, in which a young man with artistic aspirations (he wanted to be a pianist) who knows that Hitler is a madman and the war is lost, is drawn inexorably and sometimes even passionately to a meaningless death. It is a good but gloomy read. Samples of the writing:
Our eyes met and mingled for a tenth of a second, perhaps it was even less than that, and I can鈥檛 forget her eyes. For three-and-a-half years I could not help thinking of her鈥攁nd I鈥檝e not been able to forget her. Only a tenth of a second or less and I don鈥檛 know her name or anything else about her. All I know is her eyes, her soft, sad eyes, the color of sand after rain. Unhappy eyes, with much of animal and everything of woman in them. Eyes that I have never, never forgotten, not for a single day in three and a half years.
Life is good, he thought. At least it was good. Twelve hours before I die I realize that life is good. That is too late. I have been ungrateful to Providence. I have denied the existence of human happiness. And now I know that life was good鈥�. I have suffered every second I have worn this ghastly uniform. They have destroyed me with their deadly army chatter and they have made me literally shed my blood on their battlefields鈥�. And I鈥檝e seen nothing but filth and blood and excrement and smelled nothing but dirt, and heard nothing but groans of misery and bawdy talk. Only for a fraction of a second have I known real human love, the love of man and woman, which must be something beautiful鈥攐nly for a tenth of a second. And now twelve hours, or eleven hours, before I die, I have to realize that life is good.
This is a horrors-of-war book, in which a young man with artistic aspirations (he wanted to be a pianist) who knows that Hitler is a madman and the war is lost, is drawn inexorably and sometimes even passionately to a meaningless death. It is a good but gloomy read. Samples of the writing:
Our eyes met and mingled for a tenth of a second, perhaps it was even less than that, and I can鈥檛 forget her eyes. For three-and-a-half years I could not help thinking of her鈥攁nd I鈥檝e not been able to forget her. Only a tenth of a second or less and I don鈥檛 know her name or anything else about her. All I know is her eyes, her soft, sad eyes, the color of sand after rain. Unhappy eyes, with much of animal and everything of woman in them. Eyes that I have never, never forgotten, not for a single day in three and a half years.
Life is good, he thought. At least it was good. Twelve hours before I die I realize that life is good. That is too late. I have been ungrateful to Providence. I have denied the existence of human happiness. And now I know that life was good鈥�. I have suffered every second I have worn this ghastly uniform. They have destroyed me with their deadly army chatter and they have made me literally shed my blood on their battlefields鈥�. And I鈥檝e seen nothing but filth and blood and excrement and smelled nothing but dirt, and heard nothing but groans of misery and bawdy talk. Only for a fraction of a second have I known real human love, the love of man and woman, which must be something beautiful鈥攐nly for a tenth of a second. And now twelve hours, or eleven hours, before I die, I have to realize that life is good.
September 11, 2019
Actual rating 2.5/5 stars.
Before picking this book up I had never heard of Heinrich Boll before. Upon reading the introduction I discovered that he was an extraordinary man who also won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1970. He lived through the turbulence of WWII, losing one child during it, and originally refused to join the Hitler Youth. He was later conscripted to the infantry before deserting after receiving four bullet wounds. Many aspects of this book, especially the thoughts and actions of young soldiers during wartime, could conceivably be autobiographical.
Almost the entire narrative takes place inside the mind of protagonist, twenty four-year-old German solider Andreas. He confronts the probable imminence of his own death as he travels, largely via troop train, to the Eastern front. The word 鈥榮oon鈥� reverberates throughout the entire length of the novella and tinges every actions with the certainty of the future, or lack of it, that he faces.
I begun this poignant short story absolutely enraptured. Boll鈥檚 creation provides the reader with the human face of war. Andreas stands for all soldiers, who are forced to fight for the glory of death and of serving the Fuhrer, yet are guiltily stricken by the thoughts of their imminent demise.
Despite worshipful of the premise, enjoying the narrative style, and acknowledging the importance of a story such as this, I failed to continue on with my early adoration. Thoughts and motions were very repetitive, which I believe may have been a deliberate decision, but it failed to continue to incite my interest. For me, this would have been a stellar read, if only made at half the length.
Before picking this book up I had never heard of Heinrich Boll before. Upon reading the introduction I discovered that he was an extraordinary man who also won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1970. He lived through the turbulence of WWII, losing one child during it, and originally refused to join the Hitler Youth. He was later conscripted to the infantry before deserting after receiving four bullet wounds. Many aspects of this book, especially the thoughts and actions of young soldiers during wartime, could conceivably be autobiographical.
Almost the entire narrative takes place inside the mind of protagonist, twenty four-year-old German solider Andreas. He confronts the probable imminence of his own death as he travels, largely via troop train, to the Eastern front. The word 鈥榮oon鈥� reverberates throughout the entire length of the novella and tinges every actions with the certainty of the future, or lack of it, that he faces.
I begun this poignant short story absolutely enraptured. Boll鈥檚 creation provides the reader with the human face of war. Andreas stands for all soldiers, who are forced to fight for the glory of death and of serving the Fuhrer, yet are guiltily stricken by the thoughts of their imminent demise.
Despite worshipful of the premise, enjoying the narrative style, and acknowledging the importance of a story such as this, I failed to continue on with my early adoration. Thoughts and motions were very repetitive, which I believe may have been a deliberate decision, but it failed to continue to incite my interest. For me, this would have been a stellar read, if only made at half the length.
September 5, 2018
螖蔚蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蟿慰蠀 围维喂谓蟻喂蠂 螠蟺蔚位 蟺慰蠀 未喂伪尾维味蠅, 渭蔚蟿维 蟿慰 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪位蠈 "螚 蠂伪渭苇谓畏 蟿喂渭萎 蟿畏蟼 螝伪蟿蔚蟻委谓伪蟼 螠蟺位慰蠀渭" 蟺慰蠀 未喂维尾伪蟽伪 蟿慰谓 螡慰苇渭尾蟻喂慰 蟿慰蠀 2011. 螠喂伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟺苇蟻伪蟽伪谓 蟿蠈蟽伪 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪 伪蟺蠈 蟿蠈蟿蔚, 慰蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏维 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽伪谓 谓伪 未喂伪尾维味蠅 纬喂伪 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 蠁慰蟻维 尾喂尾位委慰 蟿慰蠀. 螚 蠈位畏 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 未喂伪未蟻伪渭伪蟿委味蔚蟿伪喂 蟿慰 1944 魏伪喂 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎蟼 蟿畏蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 螒谓蟿蟻苇伪蟼, 苇谓伪蟼 谓蔚伪蟻蠈蟼 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿喂蠋蟿畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 蟿伪尉喂未蔚蠉蔚喂 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟿蟻苇谓慰 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏 螕蔚蟻渭伪谓委伪 纬喂伪 蟿慰 螒谓伪蟿慰位喂魏蠈 螠苇蟿蠅蟺慰, 蠈谓蟿伪蟼 蟽委纬慰蠀蟻慰蟼 蠈蟿喂 胃伪 蟺蔚胃维谓蔚喂 蟽蠉谓蟿慰渭伪, 魏维蟺慰蠀 蟽蟿畏谓 螤慰位蠅谓委伪, 伪谓维渭蔚蟽伪 蟽蔚 未蠀慰 蟺蔚蟻喂慰蠂苇蟼. 螘渭蔚委蟼 纬喂谓蠈渭伪蟽蟿蔚 渭维蟻蟿蠀蟻蔚蟼 蠈位蠅谓 蠈蟽蠅谓 蟽魏苇蠁蟿蔚蟿伪喂 慰 谓蔚伪蟻蠈蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏 味蠅萎 魏伪喂 蟿慰 渭苇位位慰谓 蟿慰蠀, 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 谓伪 渭伪蟼 未委谓蔚喂 渭蔚 未蟻伪渭伪蟿喂魏蠈 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 谓伪 魏伪蟿伪位维尾慰蠀渭蔚 蟺蠅蟼 萎蟿伪谓 谓伪 蔚委蟽伪喂 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿喂蠋蟿畏蟼 魏伪喂 谓伪 蟺畏纬伪委谓蔚喂蟼 蟽蟿慰 渭苇蟿蠅蟺慰 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀, 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 魏喂蠈位伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂蟼 蟺蟻慰位维尾蔚喂 慰蠀蟽喂伪蟽蟿喂魏维 谓伪 味萎蟽蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 谓伪 纬蔚蠀蟿蔚委蟼 蠈位蔚蟼 蟿喂蟼 蠂伪蟻苇蟼 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼. 螤蟻蠈魏蔚喂蟿伪喂 纬喂伪 苇谓伪 渭维位位慰谓 蟺蔚蟽喂渭喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 苇蟻纬慰, 魏伪胃蠈位慰蠀 蔚蠀蠂维蟻喂蟽蟿慰, 蟺慰蠀 未委谓蔚喂 蠈渭蠅蟼 蟿蟻慰蠁萎 纬喂伪 蟽魏苇蠄畏 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰尾位畏渭伪蟿喂蟽渭蠈, 蔚谓蠋 蠁蠀蟽喂魏维 畏 纬蟻伪蠁萎 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏维 蟺维蟻伪 蟺慰位蠉 魏伪位萎, 渭蔚 渭喂伪 伪蠁萎纬畏蟽畏 蠂蔚喂渭伪蟻蟻蠋未畏 魏伪喂 蔚尉伪喂蟻蔚蟿喂魏维 蔚胃喂蟽蟿喂魏萎.
June 11, 2015
趩賳丿 爻丕賱賴 丿丕乇賲 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴賳賲 趩乇丕 毓賯丕蹖丿 蹖讴 丿賱賯讴 乇賵 賳鬲賵賳爻鬲賲 鬲賲賵賲 讴賳賲貙 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 乇賵 亘乇丿丕卮鬲賲 讴賴 诏丕賲蹖 亘丕卮賴 亘賴 卮乇賵毓 賲噩丿丿 毓賯丕蹖丿 蹖讴 丿賱賯讴貙 丕賲丕 亘賴 賳氐賮 讴鬲丕亘 賳乇爻蹖丿賴 亘丕夭 禺賵丕爻鬲賲 丕蹖賳 乇賵 賴賲 賳蹖賲賴 乇賴丕 讴賳賲
賳賲蹖丿賵賳賲 趩乇丕貙 丕賲丕 賮讴乇 讴賳賲 賴蹖趩 趩蹖夭蹖 賳丿丕卮鬲 讴賴 賲賳 乇賵 賲卮毓賵賮 讴賳賴. 卮禺氐蹖鬲 丕賵賱 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 讴賴 賴蹖趩 爻蹖乇蹖 乇賵 胤蹖 賳賲蹖讴賳賴貙 賴賲賵賳蹖賴 讴賴 賴賲賴 賲蹖卮賳丕爻蹖賲 賵 丕夭 賯囟丕 芦賯賴乇賲丕賳賴禄貙 鬲賵 亘丨亘賵丨賴 噩賳诏 丕夭 噩賳诏 亘蹖夭丕乇賴 賵 丕夭 讴孬蹖賮蹖貙 毓丕卮賯 賲賵爻蹖賯蹖賴 賵 亘乇丕蹖 蹖賴賵丿蹖丕 丿毓丕 賲蹖禺賵賳賴 (讴賱蹖卮賴 丕蹖 鬲乇 丕夭 丕蹖賳!責!) 鬲賵氐蹖賮卮 賵 乇賵丕蹖鬲卮 丕夭 噩賳诏 賴賲 亘丕夭 趩蹖夭蹖 賳蹖爻鬲 讴賴 丌丿賲 乇賵 亘賱乇夭賵賳賴. 鬲噩丕賵夭貙 禺蹖丕賳鬲貙 毓卮賯!賲卮讴賱 丕蹖賳 丿賵 丕蹖賳賴 讴賴 賲賳 丕夭 氐賮丨賴 丕賵賱 讴鬲丕亘 賲蹖丿賵賳賲 趩賴 乇賵丕賱蹖 賯乇丕乇賴 胤蹖 亘卮賴
丕賲丕 丕蹖賳賴丕 賴蹖趩 讴丿賵賲 賲蹖鬲賵賳爻鬲 賲賴賲 賳亘丕卮賴 丕诏賴 鬲賵氐蹖賮 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 丕夭 噩賳诏 賵 亘丿蹖賴丕卮 丕乇丕卅賴 賲蹖 卮丿. 丕賲丕 亘丕夭 賴賲 丕蹖賳 賳丕賮乇噩丕賲 亘賵丿 亘賴 賳馗乇賲
丿乇 賲賵乇丿 鬲賵氐蹖賮貙 丿賵 乇賵夭賴 丿丕乇賲 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴賳賲 芦夭賳蹖 讴賴 丿賴賳卮 卮亘蹖賴 賯賱讴賴禄 趩胤賵乇蹖 賲蹖鬲賵賳賴 亘丕卮賴!!賲賴賲 賳蹖爻鬲 鬲賵氐蹖賮卮 乇卅丕賱 賳蹖爻鬲貙 丕賲丕 鬲賵氐蹖賮 爻乇乇丕爻鬲 鬲乇 丕夭 丕蹖賳 倬蹖丿丕 賲蹖卮賴 丨賯蹖賯鬲丕責
賳賲蹖丿賵賳賲 趩乇丕貙 丕賲丕 賮讴乇 讴賳賲 賴蹖趩 趩蹖夭蹖 賳丿丕卮鬲 讴賴 賲賳 乇賵 賲卮毓賵賮 讴賳賴. 卮禺氐蹖鬲 丕賵賱 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 讴賴 賴蹖趩 爻蹖乇蹖 乇賵 胤蹖 賳賲蹖讴賳賴貙 賴賲賵賳蹖賴 讴賴 賴賲賴 賲蹖卮賳丕爻蹖賲 賵 丕夭 賯囟丕 芦賯賴乇賲丕賳賴禄貙 鬲賵 亘丨亘賵丨賴 噩賳诏 丕夭 噩賳诏 亘蹖夭丕乇賴 賵 丕夭 讴孬蹖賮蹖貙 毓丕卮賯 賲賵爻蹖賯蹖賴 賵 亘乇丕蹖 蹖賴賵丿蹖丕 丿毓丕 賲蹖禺賵賳賴 (讴賱蹖卮賴 丕蹖 鬲乇 丕夭 丕蹖賳!責!) 鬲賵氐蹖賮卮 賵 乇賵丕蹖鬲卮 丕夭 噩賳诏 賴賲 亘丕夭 趩蹖夭蹖 賳蹖爻鬲 讴賴 丌丿賲 乇賵 亘賱乇夭賵賳賴. 鬲噩丕賵夭貙 禺蹖丕賳鬲貙 毓卮賯!賲卮讴賱 丕蹖賳 丿賵 丕蹖賳賴 讴賴 賲賳 丕夭 氐賮丨賴 丕賵賱 讴鬲丕亘 賲蹖丿賵賳賲 趩賴 乇賵丕賱蹖 賯乇丕乇賴 胤蹖 亘卮賴
丕賲丕 丕蹖賳賴丕 賴蹖趩 讴丿賵賲 賲蹖鬲賵賳爻鬲 賲賴賲 賳亘丕卮賴 丕诏賴 鬲賵氐蹖賮 夭蹖亘丕蹖蹖 丕夭 噩賳诏 賵 亘丿蹖賴丕卮 丕乇丕卅賴 賲蹖 卮丿. 丕賲丕 亘丕夭 賴賲 丕蹖賳 賳丕賮乇噩丕賲 亘賵丿 亘賴 賳馗乇賲
丿乇 賲賵乇丿 鬲賵氐蹖賮貙 丿賵 乇賵夭賴 丿丕乇賲 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴賳賲 芦夭賳蹖 讴賴 丿賴賳卮 卮亘蹖賴 賯賱讴賴禄 趩胤賵乇蹖 賲蹖鬲賵賳賴 亘丕卮賴!!賲賴賲 賳蹖爻鬲 鬲賵氐蹖賮卮 乇卅丕賱 賳蹖爻鬲貙 丕賲丕 鬲賵氐蹖賮 爻乇乇丕爻鬲 鬲乇 丕夭 丕蹖賳 倬蹖丿丕 賲蹖卮賴 丨賯蹖賯鬲丕責
June 27, 2020
危伪蟼 苇蠂蔚喂 蟿蠉蠂蔚喂 蟺慰蟿苇 谓伪 蟽伪蟼 蔚位魏蠉蔚喂 苇谓伪蟼/渭喂伪 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼, 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 谓伪 蟿慰谓 苇蠂蔚蟿蔚 蟺慰蟿苇 未喂伪尾维蟽蔚喂, 伪位位维 魏伪蟿伪蠁苇蟻谓蔚蟿蔚 魏伪喂 苇蠂蔚蟿蔚 萎未畏 3-4 尾喂尾位委伪 蟿慰蠀, 魏伪喂 渭蠈谓慰 蠈蟿伪谓 蟿慰谓/蟿畏谓 未喂伪尾维味蔚蟿蔚 谓伪 位苇蟿蔚 芦谓伪喂, 未喂魏伪喂蠋胃畏魏伪禄;
螝维蟿喂 蟿苇蟿慰喂慰 蟽蠀谓苇尾畏 魏伪喂 蔚未蠋.
危蠉渭蠁蠅谓伪 渭蔚 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 (谓慰渭委味蠅 畏 围维谓伪 螁蟻蔚谓蟿 蟿慰 蔚委蠂蔚 蟺蔚喂), 蟿慰 螡伪味喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 魏伪胃蔚蟽蟿蠋蟼, 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬萎胃畏魏蔚, 蔚未蟻伪喂蠋胃畏魏蔚 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰苇尾畏 蟽蟿伪 蔚纬魏位萎渭伪蟿伪 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰苇尾畏, 蠈蠂喂 位蠈纬蠅 渭喂伪蟼 蠂伪蟻喂蟽渭伪蟿喂魏萎 畏纬蔚蟽委伪蟼, 畏 渭喂伪蟼 渭伪味喂魏萎蟼 蟺伪蟻伪蟺位维谓畏蟽畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 位伪慰蠉, 伪位位维 位蠈纬蠅 蟿慰蠀 蠈蟿喂 芦蟿伪 蟿蟻伪委谓伪 苇蠁蔚蠀纬伪谓 蟽蟿畏谓 蠋蟻伪 蟿慰蠀蟼禄 魏伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 魏维蟺慰喂慰喂 伪尉喂蠅渭伪蟿慰蠉蠂慰喂, 芦苇魏伪谓伪谓 伪蟺位蠋蟼 蟿畏谓 未慰蠀位蔚喂维 蟿慰蠀蟼禄.
螚 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 渭慰蠀 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 渭蔚 蟿慰 苇蟻纬慰 蟿慰蠀 B枚ll 魏伪喂 蟿慰 伪渭蔚蟿维蠁蟻伪蟽蟿慰 伪魏蠈渭畏 蟽蟿伪 蔚位位畏谓喂魏维 芦韦慰 蟿蟻伪委谓慰 萎蟿伪谓 蟽蟿畏谓 蠋蟻伪 蟿慰蠀禄, 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 胃蔚蠅蟻畏胃蔚委 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻伪 蔚蟺喂蟿蠀蠂萎蟼. 螤蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎蟼 伪蠀蟿萎蟼 蟿畏蟼 谓慰蠀尾苇位伪蟼, 螣 螁谓蟿蟻蔚伪蟼 苇谓伪蟼 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿喂蠋蟿畏蟼 蠈蟺慰蠀 尉蔚魏喂谓维蔚喂 纬喂伪 蟿慰 伪谓伪蟿慰位喂魏蠈 渭苇蟿蠅蟺慰 纬喂伪 谓伪 蟺慰位蔚渭萎蟽蔚喂 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 芦螠蔚纬维位畏 螕蔚蟻渭伪谓委伪禄, 渭蠈谓慰 蟺慰蠀 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 渭蔚 渭伪胃畏渭伪蟿喂魏萎 伪魏蟻委尾蔚喂伪, 蟺蠅蟼 胃伪 蟺蔚胃维谓蔚喂 芦蟽蠉谓蟿慰渭伪禄, 魏伪喂 蟺慰喂蠈 蟽蠀纬魏蔚魏蟻喂渭苇谓伪 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蔚 3 渭苇蟻蔚蟼.
螣 螠蟺蔚位 魏伪蟿伪蠁苇蟻谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 蟽蠀谓未蠀维味蔚喂 蟿畏谓 渭伪蟿伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀, 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 尾蔚尾伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀 胃伪谓维蟿慰蠀, 蟺维谓蠅 蟽蟿慰 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺慰 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 蔚尉伪谓胃蟻蠅蟺委味蔚喂, 蟽蔚 蟿苇蟿慰喂慰 尾伪胃渭蠈 渭维位喂蟽蟿伪 蟺慰蠀 蟽蔚 蟺喂维谓蔚喂 维纬蠂慰蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 渭慰委蟻伪 蟿慰蠀. 螡慰渭委味蠅 蟺蠅蟼 伪蠀蟿蠈蟼 萎蟿伪谓 魏伪喂 萎蟿伪谓 慰 蟽蟿蠈蠂慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪: 谓伪 渭伪蟼 未蔚委尉蔚喂 蟿慰 蟺伪蟻维位慰纬慰 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀, 蟿畏谓 蟽蠉谓胃位喂蠄畏 蟿慰蠀 伪蟿蠈渭慰蠀 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈谓, 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蔚位蟺委未伪 未喂伪蠁蠀纬萎蟼, 伪蟺慰 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 苇谓伪谓 萎 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 维位位慰谓 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰. 围伪蟻伪魏蟿畏蟻喂蟽蟿喂魏萎 畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 蠈蟺慰蠀 渭蔚蟿维 伪蟺慰 渭苇蟻蔚蟼 蟿伪尉委未喂, 慰喂 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿喂蠋蟿蔚蟼 胃蠀渭慰蠉谓蟿伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂, 魏维谓慰谓蟿伪蟼 苇谓伪 渭蟺维谓喂慰. 螝伪喂 谓伪喂, 蔚委谓伪喂 渭蔚蟻喂魏苇蟼 蟽蟿喂纬渭苇蟼 蟽伪谓 伪蠀蟿苇蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪蟻魏慰蠉谓 纬喂伪 谓伪 蟽慰蠀 蠀蟺蔚谓胃蠀渭委蟽慰蠀谓 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委蟽伪喂 魏维蟿喂 蟺伪蟻伪蟺维谓蠅 伪蟺慰 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维味蔚喂 畏 蟽蟿慰位萎 蟺慰蠀 蟽慰蠀 蠁蠈蟻蔚蟽伪谓. 螒蠀蟿苇蟼, 魏伪喂 苇谓伪 蠂维未喂, 苇谓伪 蠁喂位委 委蟽蠅蟼 魏伪喂 苇谓伪 蠈谓蔚喂蟻慰.
螒蠀蟿维 蟿伪 位委纬伪.
螝维蟿喂 蟿苇蟿慰喂慰 蟽蠀谓苇尾畏 魏伪喂 蔚未蠋.
危蠉渭蠁蠅谓伪 渭蔚 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 (谓慰渭委味蠅 畏 围维谓伪 螁蟻蔚谓蟿 蟿慰 蔚委蠂蔚 蟺蔚喂), 蟿慰 螡伪味喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 魏伪胃蔚蟽蟿蠋蟼, 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬萎胃畏魏蔚, 蔚未蟻伪喂蠋胃畏魏蔚 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰苇尾畏 蟽蟿伪 蔚纬魏位萎渭伪蟿伪 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰苇尾畏, 蠈蠂喂 位蠈纬蠅 渭喂伪蟼 蠂伪蟻喂蟽渭伪蟿喂魏萎 畏纬蔚蟽委伪蟼, 畏 渭喂伪蟼 渭伪味喂魏萎蟼 蟺伪蟻伪蟺位维谓畏蟽畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 位伪慰蠉, 伪位位维 位蠈纬蠅 蟿慰蠀 蠈蟿喂 芦蟿伪 蟿蟻伪委谓伪 苇蠁蔚蠀纬伪谓 蟽蟿畏谓 蠋蟻伪 蟿慰蠀蟼禄 魏伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 魏维蟺慰喂慰喂 伪尉喂蠅渭伪蟿慰蠉蠂慰喂, 芦苇魏伪谓伪谓 伪蟺位蠋蟼 蟿畏谓 未慰蠀位蔚喂维 蟿慰蠀蟼禄.
螚 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 渭慰蠀 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 渭蔚 蟿慰 苇蟻纬慰 蟿慰蠀 B枚ll 魏伪喂 蟿慰 伪渭蔚蟿维蠁蟻伪蟽蟿慰 伪魏蠈渭畏 蟽蟿伪 蔚位位畏谓喂魏维 芦韦慰 蟿蟻伪委谓慰 萎蟿伪谓 蟽蟿畏谓 蠋蟻伪 蟿慰蠀禄, 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 胃蔚蠅蟻畏胃蔚委 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻伪 蔚蟺喂蟿蠀蠂萎蟼. 螤蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎蟼 伪蠀蟿萎蟼 蟿畏蟼 谓慰蠀尾苇位伪蟼, 螣 螁谓蟿蟻蔚伪蟼 苇谓伪蟼 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿喂蠋蟿畏蟼 蠈蟺慰蠀 尉蔚魏喂谓维蔚喂 纬喂伪 蟿慰 伪谓伪蟿慰位喂魏蠈 渭苇蟿蠅蟺慰 纬喂伪 谓伪 蟺慰位蔚渭萎蟽蔚喂 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 芦螠蔚纬维位畏 螕蔚蟻渭伪谓委伪禄, 渭蠈谓慰 蟺慰蠀 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 渭蔚 渭伪胃畏渭伪蟿喂魏萎 伪魏蟻委尾蔚喂伪, 蟺蠅蟼 胃伪 蟺蔚胃维谓蔚喂 芦蟽蠉谓蟿慰渭伪禄, 魏伪喂 蟺慰喂蠈 蟽蠀纬魏蔚魏蟻喂渭苇谓伪 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蔚 3 渭苇蟻蔚蟼.
螣 螠蟺蔚位 魏伪蟿伪蠁苇蟻谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 蟽蠀谓未蠀维味蔚喂 蟿畏谓 渭伪蟿伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀, 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 尾蔚尾伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿慰蠀 胃伪谓维蟿慰蠀, 蟺维谓蠅 蟽蟿慰 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺慰 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 蔚尉伪谓胃蟻蠅蟺委味蔚喂, 蟽蔚 蟿苇蟿慰喂慰 尾伪胃渭蠈 渭维位喂蟽蟿伪 蟺慰蠀 蟽蔚 蟺喂维谓蔚喂 维纬蠂慰蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 渭慰委蟻伪 蟿慰蠀. 螡慰渭委味蠅 蟺蠅蟼 伪蠀蟿蠈蟼 萎蟿伪谓 魏伪喂 萎蟿伪谓 慰 蟽蟿蠈蠂慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪: 谓伪 渭伪蟼 未蔚委尉蔚喂 蟿慰 蟺伪蟻维位慰纬慰 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀, 蟿畏谓 蟽蠉谓胃位喂蠄畏 蟿慰蠀 伪蟿蠈渭慰蠀 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈谓, 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蔚位蟺委未伪 未喂伪蠁蠀纬萎蟼, 伪蟺慰 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 苇谓伪谓 萎 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 维位位慰谓 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰. 围伪蟻伪魏蟿畏蟻喂蟽蟿喂魏萎 畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 蠈蟺慰蠀 渭蔚蟿维 伪蟺慰 渭苇蟻蔚蟼 蟿伪尉委未喂, 慰喂 蟽蟿蟻伪蟿喂蠋蟿蔚蟼 胃蠀渭慰蠉谓蟿伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂, 魏维谓慰谓蟿伪蟼 苇谓伪 渭蟺维谓喂慰. 螝伪喂 谓伪喂, 蔚委谓伪喂 渭蔚蟻喂魏苇蟼 蟽蟿喂纬渭苇蟼 蟽伪谓 伪蠀蟿苇蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪蟻魏慰蠉谓 纬喂伪 谓伪 蟽慰蠀 蠀蟺蔚谓胃蠀渭委蟽慰蠀谓 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委蟽伪喂 魏维蟿喂 蟺伪蟻伪蟺维谓蠅 伪蟺慰 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟺慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维味蔚喂 畏 蟽蟿慰位萎 蟺慰蠀 蟽慰蠀 蠁蠈蟻蔚蟽伪谓. 螒蠀蟿苇蟼, 魏伪喂 苇谓伪 蠂维未喂, 苇谓伪 蠁喂位委 委蟽蠅蟼 魏伪喂 苇谓伪 蠈谓蔚喂蟻慰.
螒蠀蟿维 蟿伪 位委纬伪.
February 7, 2017
"Pratik olarak sava艧谋 biz kazand谋k",diyor erin biri,sava艧谋n asl谋nda galibi falan olmad谋臒谋n谋 bilmeden.
Heinrich B枚ll'眉n ger莽ekten de 莽ok g眉莽l眉 bir anlat谋m谋 var.Tekrarlar olsa da s谋km谋yor,hikayeye ba臒l谋yor sizi,aksine peki艧tiriyor ifadeyi.
脰l眉me gitti臒ini d眉艧眉nen Andreas'谋n i莽 hesapla艧malar谋na tan谋kl谋k ediyoruz,kasvetli bir trende giderken ve sonlara do臒ru bir randevuevindeki bir k谋zla konu艧urken.
Kitab谋n son sayfalar谋n谋;tek bir paragraf谋n,tek bir c眉mlenin,tek bir kelimenin bile anlam谋n谋 es ge莽memek ad谋na yo臒un 莽aba sarfederek a臒谋r a臒谋r okudum;buzsuz,sek,barda臒谋n dibinde sadece yar谋m parmak kalm谋艧 bir Chivas Regal'i bitmesin diye yudum yudum i莽er gibi...
Heinrich B枚ll'眉n ger莽ekten de 莽ok g眉莽l眉 bir anlat谋m谋 var.Tekrarlar olsa da s谋km谋yor,hikayeye ba臒l谋yor sizi,aksine peki艧tiriyor ifadeyi.
脰l眉me gitti臒ini d眉艧眉nen Andreas'谋n i莽 hesapla艧malar谋na tan谋kl谋k ediyoruz,kasvetli bir trende giderken ve sonlara do臒ru bir randevuevindeki bir k谋zla konu艧urken.
Kitab谋n son sayfalar谋n谋;tek bir paragraf谋n,tek bir c眉mlenin,tek bir kelimenin bile anlam谋n谋 es ge莽memek ad谋na yo臒un 莽aba sarfederek a臒谋r a臒谋r okudum;buzsuz,sek,barda臒谋n dibinde sadece yar谋m parmak kalm谋艧 bir Chivas Regal'i bitmesin diye yudum yudum i莽er gibi...
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