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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. Sadly, I didn't review this when I first read it. I might have been hypnotized. It is spectacular, from the first weirdness to the last pitiful joke. It is the only fictional book on fine art that I can stand to read. (Everyone else worships. Bernhard is interested in how art provokes disgust and other much more interesting reactions.) ( )pénible. The relentless voice of Bernhard is unmistakable. Through Reger's monologue, he communicates so much rage and bitterness yet when Reger expresses his grief, it's incredibly moving. Without compunction we empathise with him, probably the grumpiest of all old men. However, somewhat little let down by the ending which lacks conviction. For a comedy this was pretty depressing. A elderly man is trying to cope with his wife's sudden death and spends the book either talking about killing himself or complaining about artists. Just can't understand why this gets so many great reviews? yes! no reviews | add a review
Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0226043916, Paperback)In this exuberantly satirical novel, the tutor Atzbacher has been summoned by his friend Reger to meet him in a Viennese museum. While Reger gazes at a Tintoretto portrait, Atzbacher—who fears Reger's plans to kill himself—gives us a portrait of the musicologist: his wisdom, his devotion to his wife, and his love-hate relationship with art. With characteristically acerbic wit, Bernhard exposes the pretensions and aspirations of humanity in a novel at once pessimistic and strangely exhilarating. "Bernhard's . . . most enjoyable novel."—Robert Craft, New York Review of Books. "Bernhard is one of the masters of contemporary European fiction." —George Steiner (retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:57:51 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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