Saturday, December 3, 2016

MORAVIAN-NIGHTS-DISCUSSION: ENGLISH LANGUAGE REVIEWS

MORAVIAN-NIGHTS-DISCUSSION: ENGLISH LANGUAGE REVIEWS


SCOTT ABBOTT'S REVIEW AT OPEN LETTERS

http://www.openlettersmonthly.com/a-slow-inquiring-narration/

and here my response to his review

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Let me start with minor and end with my major quibbles to my good friend Scott Abbott's piece on Peter Handke's MORAVIAN NIGHT. 

1-I did did not just translate Handke’s early plays -   the Sprechstuecke of the 60s - but two volumes: KASPAR & OTHER PLAYS + RIDE ACROSS LAKE CONSTANCE & OTHER PLAYS + the 1981 WALK ABOUT THE VILLAGES, 10 plays over the course of 15 years;  in addition, two volumes of poetry, INNERWORLD OF THE OUTERWORLD OF THE INNERWORLD + NONSENSE & HAPPINESS. 


2- The 8 year delay in the publication of MORAVIAN has to do, in large part, with Krishna Winston, FSG's translator of choice, being backed up with work as I might have mentioned in my 

http://handke-magazin.blogspot.com/2016/08/us-handke-publication-history.html 


which Scott has had for some time and where he might have discovered that the reasons for Handke's waning sales are at least threefold: an EIGHT YEAR and not a four year break between the extremely successful publication of LEFT HANDED WOMAN & the collection of three different books of Handke's under the title of the novel contained therein A SLOW HOMECOMING, a lapse that sapped the great interest also manifested in mass paperback sales of the early books as TWO BY HANDKE, THREE BY HANDKE. I was no longer Handke's editor at FSG [of which Handke must have had at least ten during the nearly 50 years of his publication history with the firm] - but, working as an editor in New York, stayed well informed & advised against that delay.     


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And now to serious disagreement on a few points of Scott’s reading of MORAWIAN NIGHT, a book we like equally well, it has become my second most favorite Handke:


“Peter Handke’s The Moravian Night is a novel about storytelling,” Scott writes & mistakes, speciously, effort - a craftsman’s lifelong consideration - for the result  which in the instance produced some of the finest realistic , graphically, painterly  and playfully inventive work that Handke has done. If Handke, a considerable essayist  - note  his THREE ESSAYS - had wanted to write on “story telling” he would have done so in that form and not at epic 150,000 word length and forced Scott’s tiresome iteration of Handke’s thoughtfulness on the matter each time that Handke is thoughtful prior to the demonstration of the result of thoughtfulness, which after all is what manifests itself to readers and provides their experience of the text.


Handke is a slight of hand artist - an artificer par excellence in Joyce’s sense - who can make a text read as though you are experiencing a film, he does here briefly once at the opening of a long marvelous wandering section along the Danube flood plains. 


“Perception,” of  which Scott makes serious fuss, is influenced - also deceived - by any number of matters, including the unconscious, as we have know with some finality; particularly in an instance of a writer like Handke who is hyper-super sensitive to the inside and the outside of the inside - to put it this way and not address the matter in a psycho-neuro-physicist fashion. Just one example: The section set in Corduba/ Krk, which Scott cites, strikes me, the reader as though narrated against a backdrop of a dramatic El Greco painting - Glackens also comes to mind -  corposcular crepuscular - that is the created suggested mood, and appropriate to the grim subject at hand that Handke’s painterly craft achieves. Handke does not “modulate” experience verbally, that would be naturalism, he creates experiences, he is an inventor so as to communicate, to dominate, to play, to make aware & has developed the means to do so. If the book is ABOUT narration it is so only as yet one other virtuoso performance of all or many of the ways that Handke can do so.


MORAVIAN NIGHT is not any kind of ordinary novel or saga but a collage whose slithers are stitched via a narrator who reports an ex-author’s experiences - the slithers if they fit anywhere overall do so in what I call Handke's grand display of his Yoknapawtaka self, in analogy to Faulkner's county where all of that great writer’s books are set. Perhaps Scott can show how these and the other slivers are to be read a part of a novel or saga or whatever you want to call MORAWIAN NIGHT, which is so different from Handke's other books, where Scott's imprecation would make sense. My experience of these great books is of their being unitary experiences that alter my state of mind, kinethetially, analogous to what some of his plays do in inducing catharses, I feel healthy as a consequence, healthier. Here in MORAWIAN NIGHT, I have this sensation only on a few occasions where there is a continuous narrative, the Galicia tunnel section, the wandering around the Danube flood plain - I certainly do not have this sense  during the narrative stitching of these episodes to the evening on board the ship. I maintain that MORAWIAN NIGHT is a collage, a portmanteau for all kinds of things that Handke had not accommodated anywhere else, and for subjects he chose not address in one of what I call his Assayings, those probing essays. If the subject interests your readers they may want to join me and Scott in our ongoing discussion of any number of aspects of this book at:


http://moravian-nights-discussion.blogspot.com/2016/08/main-moravian-night-discussion-page.html

Sincerely Michael Roloff

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http://handke-magazin.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-hub-navel-to-todos-handke.html/ 

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A couple of responses to Michael’s comments:
I wrote at length about the novel as an exploration of storytelling, making the case for that with lots of examples. You ignore the argument and the examples and avoid the question by calling my reading mistaken and specious.
Then you ask me to show how the sections I have so carefully cited and shown to be the formal backbone of the novel “are to be read a part of a novel or saga.” That is exactly what I have done with the essay.
The problem may lie in your very limited sense for what a novel can be (“unitary experiences that alter my state of mind, kinesthetically, analogous to what some of his plays do in inducing catharsis”). Perhaps this is a novel of a different sort. 
Finally, you write that you very much like the translation. I have shown multiple examples of problems with the translation, only one of which could be construed as “quibbling.” I could show you many more — the book is full of problems. Perhaps you could offer some examples of how the translation serves the original well.

    • MORAWIAN NIGHT just is not a novel, or of a kind that Handke has written peviously. It is a grab bag of experiences of his own kind, some of which are altered some of which are not altered. It is a collage. You don’t really give examples except to quote Handke saying he thinks about these matters, I happened to find that the result of the dwelling & the manner in whch this disparate material is sewn narrated together fascinating and impressive but not the subject. The book has a variety of subjects, one major one I think is Handke’s feeling about Yugoslavia/ the Balkans, you notice this toward the end especially after the ex-author after his roundabout ends where he started off & he is rather sad about a lot of the changes that the disintegration has brought, although he does not name these events in those words but refers to the last war.Perhaps his feelings about nationality is even a subject since he fee4ls far more positively about the younger generation than he use to. germany is given that very short negative shrift. handke is a true “central european’ a term he evidently hates and derides, in thinking in terms of nationalities, plus ca change la meme chose in that respect. perhaps paranoia when it comes to women is a subject, it certainly is a poweful theme that keep cropping up in a variety of ways. i don’t think that asking for forgivenes is as tht cornila cheuse woman suggests whose paper i uploaded.
      as to the transaltion, to cite a few major mistakes in a work of 150,000 words is quibbling, and i define where i agree with you: when truly challenged Ms. Winston is not up to th the task. But overall she has given me real pleasure over the years, more so than Handke’s previous chief prose translator did. To be fair would mean to cite the overwhelming number of sucessful paragraphs.
  • A few further thoughts on our disagreement, which I think comes down to those famous words: “the” & “about”.
    I might just agree with you if we substituted “a” for the “the” & “theme” for “subject.” (i will create a page to list the various themes that are touched on an explored)
    If you look at the book, as I suggest, as a collage – how do folks go about “reading collages”? Not like ordinary paintings, although the overall of course leaves an initial usual puzzling, as here, impression – ‘how does all this fit together’ ? and then you notice the threads, the heavy Balkan thread that starts with the location of the narrative, that takes over with the bus ride, moves on to Krk…. keeps being tied, all those disparate stories, observations, this and that, Handke knick-knacks, to the boat where this is being narrated, and ends with very heavy emphasis back in the Balkans… If you look at this picture from the writer’s view who had this wonderful conception of creating a collage and unloading a lot of stuff you can see why it got him hot…though what it amounts to in the altogether?? Perhaps if Handke had not just invented but written straight autobiography? But that would have bored him I think, even though he seems to be exquisitely aware of his life’s progress; there is the love story buried in the book, which may be Peter’s way of indicating how happy is to have regained the second run-away bride, and so he is quite willing to have her [and how many others?] call him as cold as a cadaver as a cold-blooded salamander. There is a lot of mystery in the book, especially of course regarding the situation aboard & that is just as well. Is there the “story” , the one story it appears you find, in the book? In the development and denouement of the Balkan theme perhaps, in Handke’s humorous letting go of it, his making fun of himself as having been one of the last fanatical defenders? Overall it’s a pot pouri & I wonder what if any serious critics tangle with it here will do with the beast.
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Occasionally, the trusted Google Spider fails to bring me a juicy bit of Handke News. One instance of this rare event is a rare review of MORAVIAN NIGHT 
http://moravian-nights-discussion.blogspot.com/2017/04/summary-notice-4-months-after.html
that I might have addressed a year ago with the others
This one in FUSE   
http://artsfuse.org/155874/book-review-peter-handke-a-writer-at-war-with-himself/
by Kai Maristed
http://www.kaimaristed.net
and appeared in February 2017 but came to my attention only now.
Let me make address this not altogether uninteresting and fairlypositive piece on the basis of the dimensions of factuality. 
1]
As to the title “A Writer at war with himself” I see nothing of the kind in Handke’s so utterly productive unceasing bisexual intra-psychic fusing – its most recent example being the 2017 FRUIT THIEF, an utterly youthful adventurous expedition into the language and into the Picardie 

http://handke--revista-of-reviews.blogspot.com/2018/05/revista-of-obstdieb-fruit-thief-reviews.html

Aside the child hood trauma that I have addressed in my pieces on Wounded Lovechild  there were the shocks of the mother’’s suicide and the first wife near simultaneous leaving the cold salamander – Moravian Night - layabroad in the early 70s, a crisis he wrote himself out of over the period of several years;  since womanizing was getting him into hot water there is the vain attempt to become a chaste LEFT-HANDED WOMAN at least in the writing of it while making matters more difficult for the sexually vigorous by seeing no end of pornographic films in Paris; there is a writing crisis at the novel part of A SLOW HOMCOMING coming a cropper in New York in 1978 that is resolved with the great 1981 play WALK ABOUT THE VILLAGES whose influence on Handke’s own work can be seen to persist even now at the end of FRUIT THIEF; we had to flee Salzburg in 1989, woman trouble once again it seems, back to Paris and yet further productive seven year stretches; and the paranoia about women so noticeabla already in SHORT LETTER LONG FAREWELL, also in ONE YEAR IN THE NO-MAN’S BAY, is especially so in MORAWIAN NIGHT, right off the bat, that woman laying for him in the reeds, the crone, the ex and perhaps first girlfriend from KRK! If fear is justfied based on one’s own actions is paranoia the right word???
   We survive the controversy that ensues upon being the voice in the wilderness of human rights hyenas in keeping our grandfather’s faith in a united Yugoslavia, and if you survive that you will survive Stalingrad I suppose and Stalin’s p..o.w. camp. Maristed fails to prove the title of her piece. - Handke stubbornly persists and changes according to quakes inside himself, keeps molting is one way of putting it.

2] Maristed quotes her own truims – Maristed the discoverer - that Handke permeates his own work, pray what real writer does not? In Handke’s case it is that he finds surrogates for his ultra, an autist’s, sensitivities for his phenomenology and to liberate his imagination – these surrogates – Sorger, Keuschnig, Loser, the Taxham Pharmacist, the Bankieress of SIERRA DEL GREDOS, Fruit Thief Alexia - are not in any way identical with Handke the person and each functions differently as a „part object” – an accurate and blunt but useful way of getting a handle on their functioning in these contexts. Does Ms. Maristad think that in MORAVIAN NIGHT Handke sat with an Asian girl Journalist and LBJ’s former Attorney General in one of those limetstone indentation on the Slovenian Carso, the last threesome to defiantly proclaim Justice for Serbia?  – the invention of part objects allows Handke playfulness and artistry and dramatic talent to flourish. Those are the only matters worth discussing because nothing else is actually discussable except speculatively. Scott Abbott felt tjat MORAVIAN NIGHT was about narrating, I disagreed in our discussion but conceded that the book certainly manifested a phenomenolgy’s worth of kinds of narration. 

3]
KASPAR was written in 1968 not in 1977, I discusseed my translation with Handke in Berlin in 1969. It is a noisy piece, Max Frisch accurately pointed to it as being a product of the fatherless generation – which did not mean that the fatherless had the war kill those fathers, but that the potential father figures proved not to exert themselves in a positive manner – leaving, in Handke;s instance, an empty grave that had been robbed, doubly empty – Maristed merely notes a visit to a father but fails to note the image which is all that counts, to register the impact. 

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of the extraordinary power of this image – a matter worthy of a psychophysicist’s monograph if you take a closer look at his relationship to his monstrous stepfather Bruno and the man who fathered our bastard!
 
Handke once expressed his unhappiness with  KASPAR to me, dumbfounding someone who had put in no end of work not just on the translation but getting the piece mounted in New York,  revising my work for Peter Brook, working with Herbert Berghof and E.G.Marshall at tthe h B Studio and Carl Weber on it, so that I failed to ask why in 1980 he regretted it, but suspect that the reason may be its attack on language „jeder satz ist fuer die katz”. My own preference in the early work is for the utterly entrancing RIDE ACROSS LAKE CONSTANCE
http://handke-drama.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-handkes-ride-across-lake-constance.html

5]The Big Bad Wolf of Podgorica 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slobodan_Milošević

was never convicted of anything, he died of a bad heart while on trial in Scheveningen, a trial that Handke witnessed and where he met LBJ’s former Attorney General who appears in MORAVIAN NIGHT with an Asian Girl – a love object? - Serbia/ United Yugosloavia defender and and the narrator in one of those limestone indentations in the Carso in Slovenia, a conclave that might tell the attentive reader that Handke can  at least in this instance, be sufficiently witty about his own single-minded defense first of a UNITED  YUGOSLAVIA, secondly, of  a Serbia unjustly  made exclusively responsible in the manipulated court of public opinion and by a pack of intellectual human rights hyenas, whereas  - Milosevic, had he succeeded in keeping the tribes united against the internal and outside forces that wanted to impose a neo-liberal order upon them - and have their vacation spots on the Illyriaan coast - would be known as the „Lincoln of Yugoslavia.” Del Ponte, the Milosvic prosecutor, regretted that the Big Bad Wolf the bête noire  du Jour was NOT convicted before he expired. It seemed every tribe could be nationalistic but the Serbs! And everyone including all those Wilsonian hyenas chimed in as one voice and hated it that Handke who didn’t deny anthing but  wouldnt chime in their chorus. And I,  stepson of an OSS officer, know about the souring of the milk of human kindness, I saw its perversion in one instance already at age 13 in 1949 in Berlin. 

For entry into to the huge amount of material that the Handke -Yugoslave controversy generated see the handke.yugo.blog http://handke-yugo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lead-page-periodically-updated_10.html

6] Just a Maristad merely notes a visit to the father, she notes an alleged former girlfriend – as likely as that is in the case of someone sexually so driven as a young man as Handke that I just read the other day he asked a Suhrkamp editor’s companion whether he could sleep with Elizabeth Borchers – if Herr Handke had only always asked and not just taken he might have no regrets now that in advanced age he has started to praise the sanctity of marriage! as you too well might with a much younger wife who already has run away once before! 
However, the only thing interesting about the visit to Krk/ Cordula is the description of its fish and animal offal stink, the drama of the old crone – the image Handke creates evoked El Greco for me. As to what actually transpired -  we will never know whether the girl entrapped him; whether the entire event was a fantasy or dream; it is irrelevant – Maristad again -a s throughout her piece - fails to attend to the writing – and supposedly is a novelist.  


 7] Nor is Maristad a judge of translations. Winston’s  MORAWAING NIGHT was not edited, as fellow Handke translator Scott Abbott noted with especial severity; her editor Jesse Colemen took a hike to start his own editorial service. 

http://translation-plus.blogspot.com/2016/08/moravian-night-translation-discussion.html

MORAWIAN NIGHT is a book that grew via several versions, it started off as SAMARRA, the galleys were scrapped and then it greew, and it could grow some more, we could loose the MORAVA and let it become a DUGOUT CANOE and have it swim up stream or down the Danumbe into the Black Sea and Handke could fit in a few more adventures.  As a whole it does not jibe for me in any other way.



Thursday, December 1, 2016

Review: A Slow, Inquiring Narration

This morning Open Letters Monthly published my REVIEW of The Moravian Night. It is one of the most difficult reviews I have ever written, difficult in part because I wanted to get at the important ideas and forms of what I think is a brilliant novel, in part because the translation blocks access to those ideas. See what you think.

AND HERE MY REPONSE TO SCOTT'S REVIEW

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​Let me start with minor and end with my major quibbles to my good friend Scott Abbott's piece on Peter Handke's MORAVIAN NIGHT. 

1-I did did not just translate Handke’s early plays -   the Sprechstuecke of the 60s - but two volumes: KASPAR & OTHER PLAYS + RIDE ACROSS LAKE CONSTANCE & OTHER PLAYS + the 1981 WALK ABOUT THE VILLAGES, 10 plays over the course of 15 years;  in addition, two volumes of poetry, INNERWORLD OF THE OUTERWORLD OF THE INNERWORLD + NONSENSE & HAPPINESS. 


2- The 8 year delay in the publication of MORAVIAN has to do, in large part, with Krishna Winston, FSG's translator of choice, being backed up with work as I might have mentioned in my 

http://handke-magazin.blogspot.com/2016/08/us-handke-publication-history.html 

which Scott has had for some time and where he might have discovered that the reasons for Handke's waning sales are at least threefold: an EIGHT YEAR and not a four year break between the extremely successful publication of LEFT HANDED WOMAN & the collection of three different books of Handke's under the title of the novel contained therein A SLOW HOMECOMING, a lapse that sapped the great interest also manifested in mass paperback sales of the early books as TWO BY HANDKE, THREE BY HANDKE. I was no longer Handke's editor at FSG [of which Handke must have had at least ten during the nearly 50 years of his publication history with the firm] - but, working as an editor in New York, stayed well informed & advised against that delay.     





which Scott has had for some time and where he might have discovered that the reasons for Handke's waning sales are at least threefold: an EIHGT YEAR and not a four year break between the extremely successful publication of LEFT HANDED WOMAN & the collection of three different books of Handke's under the title of the novel contained therein A SLOW HOMECOMING, a lapse that sapped the great interest also manifested in mass paperback sales of the early books as TWO BY HANDKE, THREE BY HANDKE. I was no longer Handke's editor at FSG [of which Handke must have had at least ten during the nearly 50 years of his publication history with the firm] - but, working as an editor in New York, stayed well informed & advised against that delay.     

II


However, there are not only the enumerated grave mistakes that Handke's publisher made but    




where you have one single solitary review by a true peer in all these years and can find but a single reprintable review among the whelm of shlock from the New York Times Book Review. - And faithless directors and producers in the matter of the later plays. 


If you want an example of what this country does when someone of a truly higher order appears - artistically that is as well as autistically are the two orders I claim = Handke became exemplary in one manner he certainly did not want to be. And then there is a fickle public made even fickler by the aforegoing.


3-I happen to like Krishna Winston’s translations a great deal




no matter that I, too. find the occasional significant error - very occasional - that if Ms. Winston had sound editors at FSG would have been corrected. When the going gets tough Krishna needs to consult! Scott is entirely unfair. I, too, find one or two sentences to quibble with, as I do in Sott’ work, as I do in my own when I look at older stuff. Quibbling provincial professors of Germanics among the marmots in Utah tend to be particularly myopic. Thus the quality of the translations would seem to be the very least of matters militating against the reception of the work of the mature Handke.     


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And now to serious disagreement on a few points of Scott’s reading of MORAWIAN NIGHT, a book we like equally well, it has become my second most favorite Handke:

“Peter Handke’s The Moravian Night is a novel about storytelling,” Scott writes & mistakes, speciously, effort - a craftsman’s lifelong consideration - for the result  which in the instance produced some of the finest realistic , graphically, painterly  and playfully inventive work that Handke has done. If Handke, a considerable essayist  - note  his THREE ESSAYS - had wanted to write on “story telling” he would have done so in that form and not at epic 150,000 word length and forced Scott’s tiresome iteration of Handke’s thoughtfulness on the matter each time that Handke is thoughtful prior to the demonstration of the result of thoughtfulness, which after all is what manifests itself to readers and provides their experience of the text.

Handke is a slight of hand artist - an artificer par excellence in Joyce’s sense - who can make a text read as though you are experiencing a film, he does here briefly once at the opening of a long marvelous wandering section along the Danube flood plains. 

“Perception,” of  which Scott makes serious fuss, is influenced - also deceived - by any number of matters, including the unconscious, as we have know with some finality; particularly in an instance of a writer like Handke who is hyper-super sensitive to the inside and the outside of the inside - to put it this way and not address the matter in a psycho-neuro-physicist fashion. Just one example: The section set in Corduba/ Krk, which Scott cites, strikes me, the reader as though narrated against a backdrop of a dramatic El Greco painting - Glackens also comes to mind -  corposcular crepuscular - that is the created suggested mood, and appropriate to the grim subject at hand that Handke’s painterly craft achieves. Handke does not “modulate” experience verbally, that would be naturalism, he creates experiences, he is an inventor so as to communicate, to dominate, to play, to make aware & has developed the means to do so. If the book is ABOUT narration it is so only as yet one other virtuoso performance of all or many of the ways that Handke can do so.

MORAVIAN NIGHT is not any kind of ordinary novel or saga but a collage whose slithers are stitched via a narrator who reports an ex-author’s experiences - the slithers if they fit anywhere overall do so in what I call Handke's grand display of his Yoknapawtaka self, in analogy to Faulkner's county where all of that great writer’s books are set. Perhaps Scott can show how these and the other slivers are to be read a part of a novel or saga or whatever you want to call MORAWIAN NIGHT, which is so different from Handke's other books, where Scott's imprecation would make sense. My experience of these great books is of their being unitary experiences that alter my state of mind, kinethetially, analogous to what some of his plays do in inducing catharses, I feel healthy as a consequence, healthier. Here in MORAWIAN NIGHT, I have this sensation only on a few occasions where there is a continuous narrative, the Galicia tunnel section, the wandering around the Danube flood plain - I certainly do not have this sense  during the narrative stitching of these episodes to the evening on board the ship. I maintain that MORAWIAN NIGHT is a collage, a portmanteau for all kinds of things that Handke had not accommodated anywhere else, and for subjects he chose not address in one of what I call his Assayings, those probing essays. If the subject interests your readers they may want to join me and Scott in our ongoing discussion of any number of aspects of this book at:

http://moravian-nights-discussion.blogspot.com/2016/08/main-moravian-night-discussion-page.html

Sincerely Michael Roloff

http://www.facebook.com/mike.roloff1?ref=name

http://handke-magazin.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-hub-navel-to-todos-handke.html/ 

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RESPONSE TO SCOTT'S RESPONSE

http://www.openlettersmonthly.com/a-slow-inquiring-narration/#comment-2036050

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mikerol mikerol@gmail.com

4:21 PM (32 minutes ago)



to Scott

  
MORAWIAN NIGHT just is not a novel, or of a kind that Handke has written peviously. It is a grab bag of experiences of his own kind, some of which are altered some of which are not altered. It is a collage. You don’t really give examples except to quote Handke saying he thinks about these matters, I happened to find that the result of the dwelling & the manner in whch this disparate material is sewn narrated together fascinating and impressive but not the subject. The book has a variety of subjects, one major one I think is Handke’s feeling about Yugoslavia/ the Balkans, you notice this toward the end especially after the ex-author after his roundabout ends where he started off & he is rather sad about a lot of the changes that the disintegration has brought, although he does not name these events in those words but refers to the last war.Perhaps his feelings about nationality is even a subject since he fee4ls far more positively about the younger generation than he use to. germany is given that very short negative shrift. handke is a true “central european’ a term he evidently hates and derides, in thinking in terms of nationalities, plus ca change la meme chose in that respect. perhaps paranoia when it comes to women is a subject, it certainly is a poweful theme that keep cropping up in a variety of ways. i don’t think that asking for forgivenes is as tht cornila cheuse woman suggests whose paper i uploaded.
as to the transaltion, to cite a few major mistakes in a work of 150,000 words is quibbling, and i define where i agree with you: when truly challenged Ms. Winston is not up to th the task. But overall she has given me real pleasure over the years, more so than Handke’s previous chief prose translator did. To be fair would mean to cite the overwhelming number of sucessful paragraphs.

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A few further thoughts on our disagreement, which I think comes down to those famous words: “the” & “about”.




I might just agree with you if we substituted “a” for the “the” & “theme” for “subject.”





If you look at the book, as I suggest, as a collage - how do folks go about “reading collages”? Not like ordinary paintings, although the overall of course leaves an initial usual puzzling, as here, impression - ‘how does all this fit together’ ? and then you notice the threads, the heavy Balkan thread that starts with the location of the narrative, that takes over with the bus ride, moves on to Krk.... keeps being tied, all those disparate stories, observations, this and that, Handke knick-knacks, to the boat where this is being narrated, and ends with very heavy emphasis back in the Balkans... If you look at this picture from the writer’s view who had this wonderful conception of creating a collage and unloading a lot of stuff you can see why it got him hot...though what it amounts to in the altogether?? Perhaps if Handke had not just invented but written straight autobiography? But that would have bored him I think, even though he seems to be exquisitely aware of his life’s progress; there is the love story buried in the book, which may be Peter’s way of indicating how happy is to have regained the second run-away bride, and so he is quite willing to have her [and how many others?] call him as cold as a cadaver as a cold-blooded salamander. There is a lot of mystery in the book, especially of course regarding the situation aboard & that is just as well. Is there the “story” , the one story it appears you find, in the book? In the development and denouement of the Balkan theme perhaps, in Handke’s humorous letting go of it, his making fun of himself as having been one of the last fanatical defenders? Overall it’s a pot pouri & I wonder what if any serious critics tangle with it here will do with the beast.


In the bye and bye it occurrs to me that Scott has smoked Melchior's incense, and I will leave it at that right now.,