Skipping three years to his time in Gaustad Asylum, the story continues in the same style, ratcheting up the misery as Lars seems fated to remain locked up forever due to his violent sexual fantasies and self-abuse. He is ridiculed and humiliated by all his fellow students and tutors in the pub, and these excruciating sections are the most painful to read (sensitivity towards mental illness would need another 130 years). Using a striking technique of near maddening repetition, Fosse captures the inside of Lars’s mind-plagued with visions of smothering black and white clothes, prone to childhood daydreams, completely at remove from reality-as he is kicked out a boardinghouse after falling in love with the owner’s daughter. The first part details one day (assuming a pivotal one) in Lars’s life during his time as a student in his early twenties (in 1853) at the Dusseldorf Arts Academy. This is an exceptional attempt to penetrate into the artistic vision of Norwegian landscape painter Lars Hertervig. i was so glad to see the end of this one, i tell you. Winckelmann?Īnd on and on and on for the whole book. And Elizabeth, my darling sister Elizabeth, why are you just standing there and looking up at Mr.
Winckelmann pull my darling Helene away from me. And my father doesn't say anything, he just stands there with his cap in his hand, in his wooden shoes, he stands there and watches Mr. My darling Helene is being pulled out of the room forever, away from me, away from me forever. Winckelmann who is pulling my darling Helene out of the room. And my father is standing over by the window and watching Mr.
My darling Helene is being pulled out of the room by her arm. Winckelmann just stands in the doorway and watches. Winckelmann is pulling my darling Helene away from me Mrs. Winckelmann's apartment, he is grabbing the arm of my darling Helene hard and pulling her away from me and while Mr. Winckelmann is pulling my darling Helene away from me forever, he is pulling my darling Helene with him, he is pulling her out of the room I rented in Mrs. Winckelmann takes my darling Helene away from me, Mr. Winckelmann pulls Helene toward the door and I have to just sit quietly and watch while Mr. had i opened up TO ANY PAGE i would have known this and have been able to avoid it. for me, i require a fluid storytelling technique and a certain accessibility to the story itself that doesn't seem like in order to get to it, i have to pass fairy-tale style tasks like clearing the brambles to get to it. if you are in the last category, might i recommend this book? it may be just the thing for you. some people read to learn things, some read for escapism, some read to feel like they are trapped in the mind of a demented norwegian painter. there are different books for different people. seuss' older, less successful embittered brother. i thought maybe i would read it aloud a little to see if it helped, but it just made me feel like i was dr. it is so heavily stylized with repetition and insanely neurotic narratorial voice that you never feel you are making any progress.
because i would never never have bought this one. but i learned the value of maybe not just buying every book with a nice cover, or put out by dalkey, or that sounds mildly interesting on the back copy. ** edit to include excerpt because it is hard to explain how painful this book is without making you guys feel it, too.
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