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People see what they want to see, and in the end they get what they want clear, but false divisions The Paxillus involutus, before being labelled in the modern guides as poisonous, was a tasty mushroom Whole generations have eaten it, because it grows everywhere When I was a child it was gathered in a separate basket so that it could be cooked for a long time and the liquid poured off Now they say it kills you slowly, attacking the kidneys, accumulating somewhere in the intestine to do its harm So by eating these mushrooms you will end up both alive and dead simultaneously, a certain percentage alive and a certain percentage dead It is hard to say at what point one passes into the other For some reason people attach great weight to this one, brief moment of either or Not either or.Both.Both.Night and day.Man and woman Beast and man You and me I am never sure if there is a borderline between what Marta says and what I hear Twins, torn open because the Nazis thought they shared a soul German, Czech, Polish, Silesian.Dream and reality Krysia Oh Krysia, who dreams a voice speaking into her left ear, a man who seems kind, who seems to know her, who sees she is an unusual person, who loves her His name is Amos and he is in Mariand She finds A Mos Almost Almost.Only dreams are real. @Download Pdf ¸ Dom dzienny, dom nocny ⚠ Ein Haus In Den Bergen Nahe Der Tschechischen Grenze Eine Ich Erz Hlerin Und Ihre Alte Nachbarin, Die Voller Geschichten Steckt Geschichten, Die Sich Mit Den Tr Umen Der Erz Hlerin Verweben Und Immer Wieder An Diesen Ort Nahe Der Grenze Zur Ckfinden, Wo Sich Zeiten Und Schicksale Treffen Poetisch Einf Hlsam Zieht Olga Tokarczuk Ihre Leser In Den Bann Der Geschehnisse, L T Ereignisse Und Tr Ume, Die Uns Bei Aller Fremdheit Immer Auch Untergr Ndig Bekannt Erscheinen, In Eine Art Kollektives Unter Und Berbewu Tsein M Nden, Deren Sog Man Kaum Entgehen Kann Taghaus, Nachthaus Ist Ein Gro Er Literarischer Wurf, Der Die Verschiedenen Dimensionen Der Menschlichen Existenz Zusammenf Hrt Und Durchleuchtet Oh boy you know how you dig into a book, not knowing what to expect, and you come across big, glorious ideas about the world, just scattered in among the holey underwear and the bus ride to work This 1988 Polish novel is one of those books I love a book that cannot be summarized at all there s no elevator pitch And why should there be The language is simple, the actions are simple, but the story, the conglomeration of effects, is anything but It s almost like a short story collection, made up of small chunks, titled rather notationally like Velvet Foot a kind of mushroom , and, several times, a dream rather than chapters Dreams figure largely in this book, in a wonderful way, both symbolically and very mundanely It s the kind of five star book that makes you want to demote a lot of other books one notch simply because they can t stand the comparison Yet it is still an Eastern European book where the story itself is of modest people, living very simple lives all but mentally, and there is a tinge of magical realism, in a very Eastern European way, a certain flavor of folktale, though there is the Internet, a certain matter of fact view of the strange, and a Kundera ish tone of, well, alright then So this is what human life is made of What I particularly admire is that she moves to a bigger thought, a bigger idea, as poets do, and so many contemporary Western writers fail to do It s something you don t notice you re missing until you you read a book like this A drunk s irresistible urge and pain here becomes a bird, a big restless bird which lives inside him Is this metaphor or real The metaphor IS real Do not miss this I m not done yet but I can tell this will be one of those books like Dovlatov s The Suitcase which I will be pressing on everyone. R will set up a camera on the east facing terraceEach day he will take one photograph of the sky, where he saw answers to arithmetic and other puzzles as a child , even when the sky is uniformly grey R is certain that in autumn we ll have a set of stills showing a rational sequence of skies, which is sure to mean something It ll be possible to put all the pictures together like a jigsaw puzzle, or to load them one on top of another in the computer, or to make one single sky out of them with the help of a software programme And then we ll know This last paragraph in the book both summarizes its structure and illuminates the power of literature Her vignettes of life in small town Poland have been the catalyst the reader s brain used to create a deep understanding of this small community that no super computer, no photograph, no painting, could ever reach.Takarczuk presents a wide range of stories, from first person interactions with her neighbors to many interspersed omniscient third person tales about characters from neighboring villages or even medieval Silesia There is no plot, and very little about the narrator or her husband, who move into the village at the beginning of the book The main character is her elderly neighbor Marta, an otherworldly being who we gradually perceive as not a primitive simpleton, but a creature so close to earth and fundamental being that we think she will be the only one left when the repeated vision of a desolate and depopulated landscape finally comes to pass We come to love Marta but not in a sentimental way at all She is beyond our capacity to know.There is also a lengthy tale about compulsion, youth, and gender mutability in the interspersed chapters about the life of a local young noblewoman and the monk who is assigned to make the case for her sainthood This is from perhaps 14th century Silesia.There are local drunks and crazies, including one who has become a clairavoyant following a horrible entrapment in a mine accident I liked two of his reflections after consultations with two clientsPlease keep this a secret he requested the married, middle aged man asking the wherabouts of the girlfriend of his youth, who Leo sees as a monster There was no need to say that, thought Leo afterwards You should never talk about such things Who would believe it anyway That you can see something that isn t there, and that a person may not necessarily be human through and through, that every decision you make is just an illusion Thank God people have the capacity for disbelief it is a truly bountiful gift from God. and, in a parallel with the just read Lolly Willowes However, he found the women s lives touching Sitting opposite him, gazing expectantly at his face, they were like timid creatures, deer, or hares in spring gentle and shy, and at the same time extremely clever at dodging, escaping and hiding Sometimes he thought of a woman s existence as a sort of mask she puts on as soon as she s born, enabling her to go through life in camouflage, never fuly revealing herself to anyone He reckoned they didn t ask tthe questions they ought to ask.I didn t realize until I sat down to write the review that I had just read another book of scenes from life on the southern border of Poland, Dukla by Andrzej Stasiuk The two books do have a certain sharp clarity of description and lack of plot in common, but the differences kept me from noticing the coincidence until I was thinking about her geography His Dukla is toward the east, on the border with Slovakia, while her Nowa Ruda is in the west, on the border with the Czech Republic So there is the heavy sense of Russia and the east in his book, while Germany suffuses hers Several of the pieces make reference to the forced repatriation of Germans from Silesia after WWII In both cases, though, the church is a fundamental presence, as is the land and history the history of passing from scepter to scepter while day to day life remains rooted in earth, water, and the seasons And in hers, rain, so much rain, so much mud, so much dampness that one never gets dry. L unica cosa che posso dire di me stessa che mi lascio vivere, scorro attraverso un luogo nello spazio e nel tempo e sono la somma delle propriet di questo luogo e di questo tempo, niente di pi Si, si pu fare buona letteratura senza squilli di tromba o trovate sensazionalistiche e questo libro ne la limpida dimostrazione Con Casa di giorno, casa di notte, Olga Tokarczuk confeziona un ottimo piatto fatto con ingredienti poveri Poveri ma genuini, veri, non sofisticati.L autrice ci porta a spasso per le strade di Nowa Ruda, una cittadina al confine tra Polonia, Germania e Repubblica Ceca e ci presenta le storie sgangherate di un umanit variegata, composta da personaggi di paese, uomini e donne che sembrano trascinare a spasso le loro esistenze senza vedere oltre il proprio naso Attenzione per a non trarre conclusioni affrettate, perch questa solo l apparenza Come avverte la voce narrante all inizio del libro l immobilit di quanto vedo apparente Basta che lo voglia e posso penetrare l apparenza.Pensieri, parole ed opere di una piccola comunit persa nella campagna polacca dunque, per un progetto narrativo che, mutatis mutandis, sembra avere parecchie analogie con quello di J n Kalman Stef nsson scrivere per non dimenticare, raccontare per continuare a far vivere un mondo che altrimenti sarebbe destinato all oblio che poi la conclusione alla quale giunge anche Paschalis, l incaricato di scrivere la vita della santa lo scopo della sua opera era conciliare tutti i tempi possibili, tutti i luoghi e i paesaggi in un unica immagine, che sarebbe stata immobile e non sarebbe mai invecchiata n cambiata.Impossibile dar conto dei mille personaggi che incontreremo lungo il corso di questo viaggio stralunato c Marta, la vecchia fabbricante di parrucche, convinta che i capelli crescendo assorbano i pensieri degli uomini, che parla solo degli altri e mai di se stessa e che immagina gli animali che Dio si dimenticato di inventare C Tal dei Tali, che raccontava l inverno e che riusciva a vedere gli spiriti e c Marek Marek, un tipo la cui sofferenza non veniva dall esterno ma dall interno e che nasceva per la stessa ragione per cui la mattina sorgeva il sole e la notte le stelle , un anima in pena che a causa del dolore che portava dentro di s non poteva portare a conclusione nessun pensiero, doveva cancellarli e scacciarli, cos che smettessero di significare qualcosa Ci sono, intrecciate, la storie di Kummernis di Schonau, la santa barbuta e quella di Paschalis, che ne scrisse la biografia Seguendo la voce narrante capiter di imbatterci in ricette culinarie a base di funghi velenosi e turisti tedeschi che fotografano spazi vuoti e tra questi turisti Peter Dieter, venuto per rivedere il villaggio nel quale aveva vissuto e destinato a morire proprio sulla met del confine Incontreremo Agnieszka con le sue profezie e Franz Frost che vive di certezze, convinto che tutto ci che stato e che sar esiste gi ma che sar messo in crisi dalla scoperta di un nuovo pianeta, al punto da diventare pazzo Se riusciremo ad entrare in sintonia con la trama, non ci stupiranno certo la comparsa di un mostro nello stagno e neppure le profezie di Lew il veggente Sar bello lasciarsi affascinare dalle storie dell uomo di seconda mano convinto di essere la copia di qualcun altro , da quelle di Ergo Sum anche nella sua seconda vita come Bronek , dei Von Goetzen e dei Coltellinai, senza trascurare quelle dell uomo con la sega, di Gertrude Nietsche, di Lui e Lei e anche quella del misterioso R.Insomma storie, tante storie cui star dietro, tante vite da rincorrere con il rischio di perdere l orientamento Sarebbe un peccato per , perch questo libro ha un architettura che poggia su architravi solide una sono i sogni, quei sogni che ricorrono costantemente e che secondo la voce narrante costituirebbero la parte pi vera della vita, l unica davvero autentica mentre la nostra realt di esseri umani sarebbe una specie di stato di sospensione dal nostro vero ruolo L altro pilastro la ricerca di un punto di equilibrio perfetto, aspirazione che sembra rintracciabile all interno di molti degli episodi narrati, una specie di armonia superiore, uno stato quasi di immobilit , fuori dal tempo e dalle passioni, un distacco quasi atarassico dalle cose del mondo Casa di giorno, casa di notte un libro che consiglio, soprattutto a quei lettori che non si sono ancora stancati di cercare storie curiose. Finally I found a book set in Poland by a Polish author that isn t 500 pages long This is apparently an award winner, but to me it often seemed bizarre perhaps something is lost in translation The book is divided into many short segments, moving between a nameless narrator and embedded short stories, a few of which the book revisits in multiple sections The thread binding it all together is the setting of Nowa Ruda, a town on the Czech border that was transferred from Germany to Poland after WWII The German residents were forced to leave, to be replaced by Poles transferred from land that went to Russia, an upheaval that still echoes in the 1990s when the narrator and her husband buy a farm there.The short stories are fairly good, though melancholy They are set in the area of Nowa Ruda throughout its history, from the life of a medieval saint to a late medieval genderqueer monk who wrote about her, from a man who turns into a werewolf after eating human flesh during the war to the narrator s neighbor who goes searching for a man who professed love to her in a dream Magic realism characterizes many but not all of these stories, which are generally interesting in their own right.Unfortunately, the stories comprise only around half of the book The rest of it occurs in the narrator s head, which is taken up by lengthy descriptions of dreams her own and other people s, culled from the Internet , flights of fancy, housekeeping minutiae, and mushroom recipes It is hard for me to fathom the narrator s purpose, as the author tells no particular story about her she faces no challenges and experiences no change Only at the end does she make a startling, though unexplored, discovery about her elderly German neighbor, whose daily habits are also tediously described throughout the book In the meanwhile she occupies herself with detailed fantasies about being a mushroom or containing a house.This book has a definite ambiance, and I do like the way it unfolds the history of a place If it had been a collection of short stories alone, I d probably have given 3.5 stars The stories suffer no lack of plot and are often evocative But as is I wouldn t recommend it, unless you are the sort of reader who actually enjoys dream sequences. What Solingen brought to Nowa RudaKnives to core applesKnives to trim cabbageKnives to slice mushroomsKnives as scissors to shape wigsKnives as razors to shave beardsKnives as swords to slash enemiesKnives as buried treasureKnives as tools for diviningKnives as tenets of religionKnives to cut clearings in forestsKnives to saw wood into coffinsKnives to carve flesh out of snow Knives arming wolves for the fightKnives scoring dark into brightKnives cleaving day out of night One of the best works of fiction I ve ever read This is one of those undefinable, indescribable wonders that make most fiction look so ordinary Most of all it a novel of place, but not in the usual sense It s a novel of exile, but the reasons for its characters exile are myriad and the narrator s unknown It s a novel consisting of stories, but in no way a story collection It s a novel of story telling, but not of storytelling voices, or of stories on a theme It s a novel full of fantasy elements, but not in any way a fantasy novel It isappropriate to call it a novel where some of the metaphors take shape And it is a very sad novel, but so wonderfully so.How everything fits together is left open Everything is left open It s a tightrope walk without a net And over 300 pages Tokarczuk doesn t seem to take a wrong step This is a novel that I will certainly read again.The translation by Antonia Lloyd Jones is also remarkable. Be warned that there are books that I really, really like but that I might not fully understand, resulting in a review that is fundamentally jibberish.This book could serve as the structural template for Olga Tokarczuk srecent and award winning Flights There are various storylines, clearly identified and shuffled together along with, well, stuff, things noticed and stored by the author, and then inserted, perhaps as clues, perhaps as jokes, perhaps just something akin to a cellphone alert.In Flights, Tokarczuk wove travel with human anatomy, merging finally when Chopin s heart was transported back to Poland Here, dreams are told along with a clawing notion of place Like the man who died on a mountain ridge, half his body in Poland and half his body in Czechoslovakia Border guards from each country kept dragging him to the opposite side, so he d be someone else s concern Which, it should now be obvious, is how life is like a mushroom If I weren t a person, I d be a mushroom An indifferent, insensitive mushroom with a cold, slimy skin, hard and soft at the same time I would grow on fallen trees I d be murky and sinister, ever silent, and with my creeping mushroomy fingers I would suck the last drop of sunlight out of them I would have the same capacity as all mushrooms to hide myself from humans by confusing their timid minds.I mean, who could argue with that Words are like mushrooms too Really But then words and things do form a symbiotic relationship like mushrooms and birch trees Words grow on things, and only then are they ripe in meaning, ready to be spoken aloud People are like words in this way too they cannot live without being attached to a place, because only then do they become real Maybe this is what Marta meant when she said something that struck me as odd at the time If you find your place you ll be immortal Marta Marta is an older woman, kind of mystical Our narrator turns to her often for wisdom, perspective She made me think a bit of the character Emerence in Magda Szabo s The Door In fact, I thought it might be worthwhile to read the two books simultaneously, but who would do something as silly as that It takes to the very end before we are confronted with what, not who, Marta is Now I think I know where Marta came from and why she is never part of our lives in the winter, but first appeared in early spring, when we had just arrived and were turning the key in the damp rusted lock. Sounds kind of mushroomy, no There is another story within that only appears near the end It s called A he and a she I mention it here not because I can use it to explain anything I think I ve demonstrated that I can t but because it is a wonderful piece of writing, a tale of a childless, loving couple who separately find adultery The illicit lover of each has the same name, Agni and the narrator s own husband, R, makes an unexpected, single comment during the tale Stuff, maybe.Some mushrooms are poisonous, remember The author happily gives detailed recipes for how to cook them.