Montauk

Caveat lector: I only read this because it features heavily in my winter reading, 'Martutene' by Roman Saizabitoria.

That out of the way, this was quite dull. The idea is a nice one--report honestly on a hopeless love affair--but for the most part the honest reporting seems to have been a few physical movements, then some uninteresting thoughts, followed by more physical movements. I know very well that I'm not moved by this kind of thing; even Greene's End of the Affair left me cold. So, maybe you'll like it more than I did. But the writing is dull (perhaps the translation?), and the whole thing grew particularly annoying after Max had some interesting thoughts about something other than his young lover, and never bothered to return to show more that mode. Had this been half the length, it might have worked.

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Me parece un libro interesante y entretenido. Pensamientos y vivencias plasmados en papel, dispersos y ordenados, al parecer conforme se van originando o recordando, en algunas partes es sumamente mágico y nostálgico, con solo pensar en que es la vida y como pasa en un solo instante; “puede ocurrir que me despierte sobresaltado: Tengo ahora 61, 62, 63 años. Como cuando se mira al reloj y comprobamos: ¡qué tarde se ha hecho!” Montauk - Max Frish.

Autobiografico ma senza dubbio anzitutto narrativo, in nome del lavoro sullo stile e sull'esemplarità che rende personaggi, fatti e situazioni universali. Gran lavoro nell'intreccio dei racconti, nei piani temporali e sulla lingua. Quel che ne risulta è un discorso mirabilmente frammentato e coeso al tempo stesso. Eccellente.

Challenging but rewarding. As some have said, this is what the modern day memoir is, but Frisch is brutally honest and extremely observing. Depicts Long Island wonderfully.

Montauk is a book full of thoughts. It is full of thoughts continously streaming through the Text and pouring into the reader's face and thoughts. It is an easy read if you want it to be an easy read, but if you search for meaning the text lures you with deep insights.

The book is written in a somewhat confusing shift between a first-person perspective and third person perspective. It seems to be a stream of consciousness, but it is by far not as intermittent as James Joyce.

A quick read, and not bad, but I can't really recommend it. It is mostly one long string of thoughts, some of those thoughts quite interesting, but I did not care much for the way the thoughts are strung together.

Écrit sous forme de journal, ce récit autobiographique se déroule au fil de la pensée et des souvenirs. Les femmes, les aventures heureuses et malheureuses, les années d’études et de guerre, l’écriture et la reconnaissance. Une évocation distanciée, peu émotive et qui, malgré l’élégance de la langue, conduit à un certain ennui.