"I’m not really sure who I am but I love reading books."
Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1941-1996ok, who was he ? Polish film director and screenwriter
into Moravian Night, a bit. Reading it as a devoted fan reads it. It falls into the group we call "strange" for want of a better term. Handke being lazy? or bored? or trying out this and that, moving forward, no matter what? All of his books are travel books in some sense, the path forward, through landscape. This uses a river boat.
Weds swim day Moravian one of those books we must permit our author to have written. What is he exposing or exploring, emptying out, moving on beyond? A strange book. I suppose much later on we can analyze his whole ouevre and in deep hindsight we will see what we cannot see right now. Just like a trip down a river. Or sort of. He puts a Carthusian monk together with Apaches and Navajos. Why not. Noise is the enemy experience. Noise and sound pollution of every sort. Noise sufferers at borders and thresholds, especially noise from motorcycles and motorbikes. "Another man flinched at the slightest breeze." 91
A dystopian tale of course. The Carthusian who left because the silence in the monastery was fake.
"In the current noise I have come close to losing my soul. . . . A single lovable sound, and my soul will be healed. Secrecy: show me the place where you are hidden." 98
the failed prose writer against the town-talk poet, outsider vs locked up mental case
meanwhile Eric J told me about his great bro trip to see Dawson in Spain and today about the 16th C Jesuit wisdom book of Bathasar Gracian and a Spanish film maker named Saura, film called The Hunt
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