Elias Canetti was a remarkable writer, but he was recently vilified for his of the still unsung pre-war masterpiece Die Blendung or Auto-da-Fé. UNSPECIFIED () Blind reflections: Gender in Elias Canetti’s Die ‘Blendung’. MODERN LANGUAGE REVIEW, 92 (Part 4). pp. ISSN THE VISION OF MAN IN ELIAS CANETTI’S DIE BLENDUNG. Peter Russell. Victoria University, Wellington, N.Z.. Search for more papers by this author.
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Auo-da-Fe was just such a case for me. He seems to have been loyal to them, though clearly not faithful, and the creative influences are by no means all cxnetti way.
He marries his housekeeper because he believes she is committed blendyng the care of his books, but s This is one of the weirdest books I have ever read, and I couldn’t wait for it to be finished I’m not a quitter – I always stick it out to the end. But this most elusive of 20th-century writers certainly had a reputation for secretiveness.
This casts in a new light those controlling and sexually alluring Magi-figures who stand at the centre of some of Murdoch’s novels and who Canetti is said to have inspired. Want to Read saving…. This is one extraordinary marriage relationship! When he sees that she treats it with greater deference even than he, he decides to marry her, imagining that his library is in very good hands. The humour in the description of the bibliophilic main character is lost to me.
Kien descends to the criminal underbelly of Vienna, befriending a dwarf named Fischerle, who dreams of defrauding Kien and travelling to America to become chess champion.
I use the term ‘real’ loosely, because nothing in this book bears resemblance to what most people would consider a normal reality, and all of the characters are so ugly and unlikeable.
Which leads to the question, is the book entertaining? Kien categorically rejects the ignominiousness and immorality of working for money, and has been living on an inheritance from his father for over a decade. I have, even though I hate doing it, decided to leave it unfinished, because I can’t keep up reading a book that bores me to tears especially such blendkng long book, with such tiny typeface!
Views Read Edit View history. I even skipped pages after half the book, which I very rarely do, and didn’t read most of part 3.
Be that as it may, Canetti hated TS Eliot, whose poetry and reputation were indicative of all that had become wrong with England since the centuries of its cultural glory: The rest of the book is a disturbing series of interconnected incidents of violence and mental, social and sexual depravity.
While being doe criminals. Some parts are cahetti funny. Most of the time however, I’m just bored. This couldn’t have been all bad, because something did keep me reading despite being sorely tempted to quite about every ten pages or so. And so my quest to discover Germanophone literature continues, leaving Canetti on the side of the road.
It is a massive account about a sinologist, Professor Peter Kien, who possesses a vast personal library which he values above all other things in his life. He uses the least amount of furniture possible, to make room for his pacing through his lofty rooms, sleeping on a small divan. Yet if Brecht, whom he met and disliked in Berlin in the late s, surrounded himself with female co-workers who were also his lovers, Canetti courted women who were fellow writers or artists.
It has been published in Germany under the title Party im Blitz. I understand that it being published inthat it is an allegory of the irrationality and violence that overcame Europe between the two world wars.
Books by Elias Canetti. Frankly, I cannot see what exactly is in the book that brought Canetti the Nobel Prize. His “pupil” from the age of 19, Benedikt was from a rich and distinguished Viennese family. A biography is due to appear on his centenary in Honor Klein in A Severed Head is ultimately a pathetic figure, the repeated descriptions of her Jewish features, complete with “tawny” breasts, close to caricature, which is perhaps why Canetti recalls with such distaste at the way in which Murdoch exoticised him.
His papers are wonders of scholarship, although he does not give them himself. In a few parts this is well done – Canetti manages to show the lunacy of his characters in an original manner, where I was delighted by the flow of the prose. Maybe it’s better in the original German. Het begin van dit boek was bevreemdend, maar tegelijkertijd intrigerend.