Jakob Von Gunten by Robert Walser
One of the strangest books I've ever read. The first book by Walser I've
read. I've seen his name over the
years, especially recently, as interest in his work seems to have returned or
grown. Published in 1909 in
Switzerland. An English
translation published in New York in 1969. The New York Review of Books reprinted this translation in
1999. Every thirty years, every
sixty years? Pretty good for an
unknown writer. Every writer's
dream, to have your works in print one hundred years more or less later.
Jakob speaks about his life in the home for runaways
where he is being trained for a job in service. Other students and friends, the husband and wife who run the
school and we even see him going to visit his older brother in the city who is
successful and well-off. And after
that, how can we say what the book is about and what the book does for us. Nothing happens much. And yet the tale has the appeal of
dream and reverie, of private meditation, of great innoncence and great wisdom
interwoven without visible seam.
And by the end there is a strange sense of both release and sadness and
a touch of utter bafflement too.
What will happen to Jakob?
The father figure who runs the school offers to take Jakob with him off
on adventures and possibilities.
The mother figure, Herr Benjamenta's wife, has died. Jakob's best friend, the beloved Kraus,
has gone off into his job. But,
again, the book's incredible power and magic are not really about all of this,
quite. The voice of Jakob as he
writes his life, that is the achievement.
Somehow Walser has transposed growing up, the growing up story, and the
family romance that Freud had in mind, into a boarding school series of
episodes so that Jakob's dreamy telling captures us and holds us in its warm,
forgiving outlook on human life. I
thought of Peter Pan as another variant of these themes---family life for
adolescents transmuted through dreamlife and wonder how many scholars have
studied the European fascination with dreams and dream-life at the turn into
the twentieth-century.
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