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A very odd little book that winds around the theme of memory and vertiginous feelings. The main character is un-named and tells the story of various persons and two sections are about the narrator's journeys through Italy and Germany. I think the idea of it is to describe the unreliability of memory and the similarities of time. The book was not difficult to read, yet it remained a bit vague as to actual meaning or plot. Although the ending section is rather enjoyable, full of interesting details about his old hometown, the rest of the book is rather distant but equally intriguing. if you are in a mood to read, apparently, the next two books, then I would certainly peruse this one.


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Vertigo W G Sebald Michael Hulse Books Reviews

excellent writer
W.G. Sebald is quite possibly the most significant German writer today. At least this is so for the English-speaking world. Because his novels travel well, they work well in English, and his authorial mode works well in the context of English and American literature. His fine combination of impressionistic descriptions of his wanderings with nuanced mullings-over of philosophical positions, downplayed so as to be comprehensible, is unique in recent German literature. He will, I think, go far.
Great!
The review by Gary Jakaitis captures well the structure and method of Sebald's first masterpiece. As for Sebald's intention, as conveyed to this reader, it is to observe -in great detail, real or imagined - how we mortals function in the face of the eternal. In this landscape, our fears are but fragments of a shattered glass, surrounding and reminding us of the inevitable. How does one fight such an overwhelming foe? Sebald finds that he can suspend time, and thus help it endure, by recording in memory and by creating in imagination a deep intuition of being, one in which fact, fantasy, and dreams deserve equal respect, indeed where they need not be differentiated. The resulting narrative celebrates with wonder that people do anything at all, that we are not immobilized by a vertigo resulting from our ever-present knowledge of what awaits. In this theatre, Sebald provides us a brief respite, one in which he grants us the "touching, in a moment of distraction, the knee of the man who was to have been our salvation".
The impact of the book depends on the reader’s ability to identify with periods of history—recent and remote. I liked best the passages concerning Venice and Casanova.
Meandering, strange, and disassociative. Vertigo is a book about travel, the impossibility of travel, the meaning and meaningless of Place and Time, and the memorial mechanics of living in physical places. Prose carries it.
The novel is extremely well written and translated. Having said that, a clear plot or message is difficult to find, at least it was for this humble reader. But that's not to say it was a waste of time. On the contrary, I aim to read more by Sebald, encouraged by this book. His sentence structures are so complex and long that I was reminded of Mozart's music in complexity, and yet simultaneous fluidity. His observations, both internal and external, are very acute and quite elaborately described, but as to what point he makes through or at the end of his work, I believe, each individual should interpret for himself or herself. His novel is a journey worth taking, not for the virtue of its message or the prize at the end, but for the experience of the ride itself.
A very odd little book that winds around the theme of memory and vertiginous feelings. The main character is un-named and tells the story of various persons and two sections are about the narrator's journeys through Italy and Germany. I think the idea of it is to describe the unreliability of memory and the similarities of time. The book was not difficult to read, yet it remained a bit vague as to actual meaning or plot. Although the ending section is rather enjoyable, full of interesting details about his old hometown, the rest of the book is rather distant but equally intriguing. if you are in a mood to read, apparently, the next two books, then I would certainly peruse this one.