Friday, June 01, 2007

The Visit of the Royal Physician

Read The Visit of the Royal Physician, by Per Olov Enquist (Swedish, 2000), 309pp

All about mad King Christian VII of Denmark, and the forces of the enlightenment and the counter-enlightenment which tried to manipulate his position and incapacity.

At first I wasn't so sure about it, it seemed written in a strangely repetitive manner; but after 50 pages or so I read it through very quickly, putting aside all else. The narrative drive is very strong, despite the fact that you know precisely what is going to happen, since he told you the outcome in the first line. In that respect, reminds me of Nabokov's Laughter in the Dark. I think perhaps this desire to get to the end is predicated on the fact that you don't want the outcome to happen, though knowing all along that it inevitably will.

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Bruges-La-Morte

Read Bruges-La-Morte, by Georges Rodenbach (Belgian, 1892) 140pp

A strange and compelling tale, overwhelmed by a sense of gloom and death, whose gothic background is the town of Bruges, complete with pictures. Such tales of men lured from virtuous integrity by delusive obsession appeal to me. I read it in one sitting.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Non-Nobel Prize Winners

I decided, for no particularly good reason, to compile a list, year by year, of people who never did win the Nobel Prize for Literature. This was done according to the following three rules:
  1. The winner has to be still alive when they receive the non-prize.
  2. The winner cannot have won the Nobel Prize itself.
  3. The winner must be dead, as of today - 31st May 2007.
The last rule I imposed so that I didn't nominate writers who, being still alive, might yet win the Nobel Prize.

I had great fun in actual fact compiling this list. I had conceived, before I started, that it would be easier in the early years - since the Nobel Prize committee seemed to make far stranger choices back then, and perhaps it is always harder to see at the time who will be significant - and that it would gradually become more difficult as I got closer to the present day; but this did not turn out to be the case.

I started in 1900, not 1901, so I could get in my first choice, who's one of my very favourite writers and who died in that year.

Year Writer Country
1900 Jose Maria Eca de Queiroz Portugal
1901 Mor Jokai Hungary
1902 Emile Zola France
1903 Anton Chekov Russia
1904 Henry James USA / UK
1905 Giovanni Verga Italy
1906 Thomas Hardy UK
1907 Natsume Soseki Japan
1908 Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis Brazil
1909 Mark Twain USA
1910 Leo Tolstoy Russia
1911 August Strindberg Sweden
1912 Boleslaw Prus Poland
1913 Stanislaw Witkiewicz Poland
1914 Jack London USA
1915 I L Peretz / Sholem Aleichem Poland / Russia
1916 Ruben Dario Nicaragua
1917 Joseph Conrad UK
1918 Jaroslav Hasek Austro-Hungary
1919 Afonso Henriques de Lima Barreto Brazil
1920 Benito Perez Galdos Spain
1921 Maxim Gorky Russia
1922 Marcel Proust France
1923 Katherine Mansfield New Zealand
1924 Franz Kafka Austro-Hungary
1925 Fyodor Sologub Russia
1926 Rainer Maria Rilke Austro-Hungary
1927 Italo Svevo Italy
1928 Jose Eustasio Rivera Columbia
1929 Hermann Ungar Austro-Hungary
1930 Horacio Quiroga / Leopoldo Lugones Uruguay / Argentina
1931 Andrei Bely Russia
1932 Zsigmond Moricz Hungary
1933 George Moore Ireland
1934 Dezso Kosztolanyi Hungary
1935 Fernando Pessoa Portugal
1936 Lu Hsun China
1937 Bruno Schulz Poland
1938 Karel Capek Czechoslavakia
1939 Hjalmar Soderberg Sweden
1940 Mikhail Bulgakov / Isaac Babel Russia
1941 James Joyce Ireland
1942 Robert Musil Austria
1943 Lord Dunsany Ireland
1944 Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette France
1945 H G Wells UK
1946 Sandor Marai Hungary
1947 Alfred Doblin Germany
1948 Stratis Myrivilis Greece
1949 George Orwell UK
1950 Cesare Pavese Italy
1951 Hermann Broch Austria
1952 Nikos Kazantzakis Greece
1953 Dylan Thomas UK
1954 Valery Larbaud France
1955 Pio Baroja Spain
1956 Guiseppe de Lampedusa Italy
1957 Malcolm Lowry UK
1958 Henry Green UK
1959 Arthur Miller USA
1960 Ramon Perez de Ayala Spain
1961 Louis-Ferdinand Celine France
1962 Karen von Blixen-Finecke Denmark
1963 Brendan Behan Ireland
1964 Junichiro Tanizaki Japan
1965 Lao She China
1966 Flann O'Brien Ireland
1967 Jose Maria Arguedas Peru
1968 Witold Gombrowicz Poland
1969 Romulo Gallegos Venezuela
1970 Tarjei Vesaas Norway
1971 Dino Buzzati Italy
1972 Jules Romains / Romain Gary France
1973 Carlo Emilio Gadda Italy
1974 Jose Lezama Lima Cuba
1975 Clarice Lispector Brazil
1976 Raymond Queneau France
1977 Vladimir Nabokov Russia / USA
1978 Yuri Dombrovsky Russia
1979 Mao Dun China
1980 Alejo Carpentier Cuba
1981 Juan Rulfo Mexico
1982 Georges Perec France
1983 R K Narayan India
1984 Julio Cortazar Argentina
1985 Italo Calvino Italy
1986 Jorge Luis Borges Argentina
1987 Primo Levi Italy
1988 Danilo Kis Yugoslavia
1989 Thomas Bernhard Austria
1990 Friedrich Durrenmatt Switzerland
1991 Max Frisch Switzerland
1992 Maurice Blanchot France
1993 G Cabrera Infante Cuba
1994 Abdul Rahman Munif Iraq
1995 Gregor von Rezzori (Too Hard to Say)
1996 Amos Tutuola Nigeria
1997 Bohumil Hrabal Czech Republic
1998 Qian Zongshu China
1999 Roberto Bolano Chile

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Saturday, November 04, 2006

Best first lines

There was a quibbling somewhere I read, and in another place some magazine had tabulated the best 100, in its humble opinion; yet these seemed to me no better than any first lines I might take randomly from my bookshelf (being, perhaps, not an average one) - so here goes:

1. "People come here, then, to live?"

2. "I have been unhappy many times in my life, as a child, as a youth, as a grown man; many times, if I think back, I have touched what are called the depths of despair."

3. "September 10. - Colonel Stewart, MM. Power and Herbin, left during the night for Dongola, via Berber."

4. "Yes, it could begin this way, right here, just like that, in a rather slow and ponderous way, in this neutral place that belongs to all and to none, where people pass by almost without seeing each other, where the life of the building regularly and distantly sounds."

5. "I had always suspected that the geographers were talking nonsense when they located the site of the Battle of Munda in the territory of the Bastuli-Poeni, near present-day Monda, about two leagues north of Marbella."

6. "In July my father went to take the waters and left me, with my mother and elder brother, a prey to the blinding white heat of summer days."

7. "A drunken Englishman, whom we met I don't know where and who became our travelling companion for a few days and possibly entire weeks on that wild railway escapade, once said - after many nights without much sleep and during the course of no-one knows what interminable, nocturnal, moribund conversation - that we were no more than some poor deterrents trying in vain to survive."

8. "Apollon Apollonovich Ableukhov was of venerable stock: he had Adam as his ancestor."

9. "Yesterday the sea was as smooth as a mirror; it is smooth as a mirror today."

10. " 'Boom, bloom, alum-bright, Lucifer of alunite!' "

11. "Ooow-ow-ooow-owow! Oh, look at me, I'm dying!"

12. "On the 12th of August 18-, exactly three days after my tenth birthday, for which I had received such wonderful presents, Karl Ivanych woke me at seven in the morning by hitting at a fly just over my head with a flap made of sugar-bag paper fastened to a stick."

13. "Inasmuch as many have undertaken to compile a narrative of the things which have been accomplished among us, just as they were delivered to us by those who from the beginning were eyewitnesses and ministers of the word, it seemed good to me also, having followed all things closely for some time past, to write an orderly account for you, most excellent Theophilus, that you may know the truth concerning the things of which you have been informed."

14. "All our scientists claim, and many foreign scientists accept, that the inhabitants of Ibansk are a whole head taller than everybody else, with the exception of those who have followed their example."

15. "A man leaves a dockside tavern in the early morning, the smell of the sea in his nostrils, and a whisky bottle in his pocket, gliding over the cobbles lightly as a ship leaving the harbour."

16. "Before describing the extraordinary events which took place so recently in our town, hitherto not remarkable for anything in particular, I find it necessary, since I am not a skilled writer, to go back a little and begin with certain biographical details concerning our talented and greatly esteemed Stepan Trofimovich Verkhovensky."

17. "As an officer in the French Army, I found myself at the siege of Saragossa."

18. "On the warm windless night of 5 July 1861, the members of the British Legation at Yeddo were seated in the garden of the temple allotted to them by the Japanese Government, watching a strange planet that blazed above the city."

19. "I absorbed the changing locations of my earlier life without resistance."

20. "When I spoke to the Doctor about my weakness for smoking he told me to begin my analysis by tracing the growth of that habit from the beginning."

21. "Jaffa is the darling of the waters: the waves of the Great Sea kiss her shores, a blue sky is her daily cover, she brims with every kind of people, Jews and Ishmaelites and Christians, busy at trade and labour, at shipping and forwarding."

22. "Early in 1878, when the political world was concerned with the treaty of San Stefano, the election of a new Pope, and the changes of a European war, Warsaw businessmen and the intelligentsia who frequented a certain spot in the Krakowskie Przedmiescie were no less keenly interested in the future of the haberdashery firm of J. Mincel and S. Wokulski."

23. "Some years before my beard announced approaching manhood, or, in other words, when I was neither man nor boy, but between both, I expressed in repeated conversations a strong desire of seeing the world, from which I was discouraged by my parents, though my father had been no inconsiderable traveller himself, as will appear before I have reached the end of my singular, and, I may add, interesting adventures."

24. "Beginning this book (not as they say 'book' in our trade - they mean magazine), beginning this book, I should like if I may, I should like, if I may (that is the way Sir Phoebus writes), I should like then to say: Good-bye to all my friends, my beautiful and lovely friends."

25. "A new voice hailed me of an old friend when, first returned from the Peninsula, I paced again in that long street of Damascus which is called Straight; and suddenly taking me wondering by the hand, "Tell me (he said), since thou art here again in the peace and assurance of Ullah, and whilst we walk, as in the former years, toward the new blossoming orchards, full of the sweet spring as the garden of God, what moved thee, or how couldst thou take such journeys into the fanatic Arabia?"

(If the provenance of any of these troubles you - or (heaven forbid!) you should wish to read on, which perhaps is the point - author and work will be revealed on application to the blogger).

Monday, October 30, 2006

Rats

Reading Jack London's The Star Rover (1915). London always strikes me as an underrated writer, though who knows maybe he's more respected than I think. I have little enough knowledge of the literary world's opinion. My favourite pet theory about London is that George Orwell stole all his ideas from him. - Yeah, they both wrote stories about animals, right! - But get this: London also wrote a story (1907) called The Iron Heel about a totalitarian dystopia; and another book (1903) called The People of the Abyss, in which he disguised himself as an American sailor down on his luck in order to investigate the plight of the poor and down-and-out in London. Here's a quotation from The Star Rover where the narrator is discussing methods of torture:

"I was enamoured of the ancient trick whereby an iron basin, containing a rat, is fastened to a man's body. The only way out for the rat is through the man himself."

The Star Rover belongs to that particular sub-genre of novels concerning how much physical and mental punishment a human-being can take without dying. Try A E Ellis' The Rack for another example.