The Voice Imitator
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- 12,99 €
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- 12,99 €
Publisher Description
The Austrian playwright, novelist, and poet Thomas Bernhard (1931-89) is acknowledged as among the major writers of our times. At once pessimistic and exhilarating, Bernhard’s work depicts the corruption of the modern world, the dynamics of totalitarianism, and the interplay of reality and appearance.
In this stunning translation of The Voice Imitator, Bernhard gives us one of his most darkly comic works. A series of parable-like anecdotes—some drawn from newspaper reports, some from conversation, some from hearsay—this satire is both subtle and acerbic. What initially appear to be quaint little stories inevitably indict the sterility and callousness of modern life, not just in urban centers but everywhere. Bernhard presents an ordinary world careening into absurdity and disaster. Politicians, professionals, tourists, civil servants—the usual victims of Bernhard’s inspired misanthropy—succumb one after another to madness, mishap, or suicide. The shortest piece, titled “Mail,” illustrates the anonymity and alienation that have become standard in contemporary society: “For years after our mother’s death, the Post Office still delivered letters that were addressed to her. The Post Office had taken no notice of her death.”
In his disarming, sometimes hilarious style, Bernhard delivers a lethal punch with every anecdote. George Steiner has connected Bernhard to “the great constellation of Kafka, Musil, and Broch,” and John Updike has compared him to Grass, Handke, and Weiss. The Voice Imitator reminds us that Thomas Bernhard remains the most caustic satirist of our age.
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Less than half of the work of this remarkable Austrian novelist, playwright and critic (Wittgenstein's Nephew) has been translated into English, but these books have won him a loyal following here. Originally published in Austria in the 1970s, this collection of 104 parables (none longer than a page, some as brief as two sentences) will not disappoint his admirers. Supposedly drawn from newspaper accounts, hearsay and conversation, these mordant stories posit an ordinary world gone matter-of-factly bizarre. Like Kafka, another German-language master of the parable, Bernhard is interested in the intersection of the normal with the grotesque, the juxtaposition of the smoothly banal social surface with humankind's unrulier private impulses. "To our horror, the very neighbor whom we had for decades thought of as the best-natured and hardest-working and, we always thought, the most contented of all our neighbors has turned out to be a murderer," begins one characteristic story. Others plumb the kind of obsessive, perversely romantic behavior that will be familiar to fans of Bernhard and his typical antiheroes. In "Discovery," a Turin industrialist builds his son a magnificent hotel, only to abandon it when the young man is killed in an accident. In "True Love," a wealthy Italian applies to the church for permission to marry the shop window mannequin that he adores. Whether skewering bureaucratic stupidity, exposing Eastern European political oppression or simply lambasting the indifference of the public to the work of his fellow artists, Bernhard--who died in 1989 at the age of 58--displays a delightfully light and sharp touch.
