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Run underneath It is a particularly difficult novel for me to describe as it tackles many serious topics war post war time history personal relationships men and women yet when you pull back its main thrust is elusive What is this book about Who even is Malina I have no answers and in a way the answers don t really matter Yes I read the afterword with some pretty convincing angles And some of it has validityWhat matters to me is that it is enjoyable at every juncture And it feels so right just in my bones like I buy everything it says Just the whole damn thing seems so necessary and true like a lived thing It seems less a novel and a byproduct of someone s having been aliveOnce one has survived something then survival itself interferes with understanding p146 455Whenever I would pick this up a line or two of a poem ept ringing through my mind The title no matter how hard I tried would not come to mind Finally I took to Google and after a couple of searches found what I was looking for The poem is Translations by Adrienne Rich and a couple of lines match the tone of Malina incredibly wellCertain words occur enemy oven sorrowenough to let me PostgreSQL Server Programming - Second Edition knowshe s a woman of my timeobsessedwith Love our subjectwe ve trained it like ivy to our wallsbaked it like bread in our ovensworn it like lead on our ankleswatched it through binoculars as ifit were a helicopterbringing food to our famineor the satelliteof a hostile power Malina is in part a story of obsessive love The unnamed narrator longs for Ivan More than that she longs to be consumed by him to be nothing without him She writes Beauty is no longer flowing from me it could have flowed from me it came in waves to me from Ivan Ivan who is beautiful I havenown one single beautiful human being nonetheless I have seen beauty in the final analysis even I become beautiful one single time through Ivan Has obsession ever ended happily The Unknown Woman refuses to call herself by any name because she sees herself not as an individual but as an extension of her love She refuses to find redemption through any source other than Ivan And it leads to her breakdown What a fascinating breakdown it is to watch Bachmann presents images in such an original fractured way She jumps from long breathless paragraphs to fragmented dialogue to at one point a musical score What s remarkable is how organic each jump and twist feels Malina doesn t feel like experimental fiction though the the term can be used it feels like the writing of a woman obsessed with Love Its style does not prevent it from articulating longing despair and sometimes hope instead it guides the feelings to their natural conclusion At times it s overdrawn and melodramatic hence the5 star missing but Bachmann never set up an action without feeling which is impressive considering how sterile experimental fiction can be But Malina isn t just an emotional love story it s also a heady allegory examining postwar guilt The Austrian narrator is happy with the Hungarian Ivan Her repeated visions of her father destroys the bond between the lovers She sees murders rewriting of history and most telling of all gas chambers The narrator feels the weight of history every time her father visits her dreams Guilt begins to drive her mad In the end Malina the historian view spoiler removes all record of her existence and possibly lets her die hide spoiler It s disgusting to put all this misery on the market just adding to what s already there these books are all absolutely loathsome What Integrity Restored: Helping Catholic Families Win the Battle Against Pornography kind of obsession is this anyway all this gloom everything s always sad and these books make it even worse in folio editions Malina is an incredibly complex tragedy on the nature of insanity and to I have lived in Ivan and die in MalinaHappy with Ivan I nevernew her when she was living in Ivan Maybe if I were standing across the street I d watch her spinning out of control Her Hungarian
boyfriend who sends avalanches of stone cold epithets Don t ask if I love you don who sends avalanches of stone cold epithets Don t ask if I love you don say I don t make believe important be fun be happy be the first time I saw you Strangers for the last time A dead telephone in her apartment is visited by the spirits of everyone who isn t Ivan I saw her with his two ids their tugging arms and spinning happy The rarest tummy butterfly bright and eye blinking crushed I only saw her living in the never landing When she has to make up everything about zoo animals has anyone else noticed the phenomenon of men reading aloud from placards Any botanical garden zoo museum or anything They read as if the woman it s always a woman is supposed to think this is their combustible wisdom and not the same damn placard right in front of their same faces If Ivan is out of their range she can be what they want If the her of him and the her of they and the her of others collide pop goes the butterflies wings Please let them have ice cream I promised them ice cream Dancing and spinning that is dizzy and on strings If she is happy it happened
before she thoughtshe thought it She thinks about it before it can happen lives in here lies Ivan is important in his absence And it was perfect this way This how he doesn t belong to her if she sends him off to be him without her I never wanted her to love Ivan I begged her inside of me to just forget about him When he tells her who she is This isn t you you re happy you don t write like this The unreal love pulled my butterfli. G toward its riveting finale Malina brutally lays bare the struggle for love and the limits of discourse between women and me. .
Ingeborg Bachmann writesIn the Psychological Institute in the Liebiggasse we always drank tea or coffee I new a man there who always used shorthand to record what everyone said and sometimes other things besides I don t now shorthand Sometimes we d give each other Rorschach tests Szondi tests TAT and would diagnose each other s character and personality we would observe our performance and behavior and examine our expressions Once he asked how many men I had slept with and I couldn t think of any except this one legged thief who had been in jail and a lamp covered with flies in a room in Mariahilf rented by the hour but I said at random seven He laughed surprised and said then naturally he d like to marry me our children would certainly be intelligent also very pretty and what did I think of that We went to the Prater and I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel because at that time I was never afraid just happy the way I felt while gliding and later on while skiing I could laugh for hours out of sheer happiness Of course then we didn t ever speak again Shortly afterward I had to take my oral examinations and in the morning before the three big exams all the embers spilled out of the oven at the Philosophical Institute I stomped on some pieces of coal or wood I ran to get a broom and dustpan since the janitors hadn t come yet it was burning and smoking terribly I didn t want a fire I trampled the embers with my feet the stench stayed in the institute for days my shoes were singed but nothing burned down I also opened all the windows Even so I managed to take my first exam at eight in the morning I was supposed to be there with another candidate but he didn t come he had had a stroke during the night as I found out just before going in to be examined about Leibnitz Kant and Hume The Old Privy Councillor who was also Rector at the the time was wearing a dirty gown earlier he had received some honorary order from Greece I don t now what for and he began asking uestions very annoyed that a candidate had missed an exam due to demise but at least I was there and not dead yet In his anger he had forgotten what subjects had been agreed upon and during the exam someone phoned I believe it was his sister one moment we were discussing the neo Kantians the next moment we were with the English deists but still uite far from Kant himself and I didn t now very much After the phone call things improved a little I proceeded right away to discuss what had been agreed upon and he didn t notice I asked him an anxious uestion relating to the problem of time and space admittedly a uestion without meaning for me at the time but he felt
uite flattered thatflattered that had asked and then I was dismissed I ran back to our institute it wasn t burning and I went on to the next two exams I passed all of them But later I never did solve the problem relating to time and space It grew and grew Dense fraught and at times stunningly beautiful prose A narrator in love with her own performance and at times too melodramatic for complete empathy A fascinating attempt to combine the world of the personal with the political and the conflicts
of gender I only wish she had been able to finish her plannedgender I only wish she had been able to finish her planned of novels I cannot say that I enjoyed it and doubt I will re read it but would not hesitate to recommend it After reading a succession of novels in the last year inspired by the brilliant Thomas Bernhard it is fascinating to read one where the influence runs in the opposite direction Austrian writer Ingeborg Bachmann was a mentor of sorts to Bernhard and the basis for the poet Maria in his final novel Extinction Malina published two years before her death aged 47 in 1973 was her only novel although intended to be the first of a trilogy called Todesarten Ways of Dying The translation here is by Philip Boehm revisited in this new 2019 edition interestingly one editorial decision in the revised edition was to cut out the footnotes and some glosses on the grounds that the interest reader now has access to the internet Malina is a wonderfully powerful work intense experimental with a narrative that is both fragmentary yet compulsive one that is difficult to absorb on a single reading a novel that would repay much study and yet would still have its enigmas At one point even the narrator admits Something is dawning on me I m beginning to see some logic but I don t understand anything in particular For example is the eponymous Malina with whom she apparently lives platonically yet who seems to not even acknowledge the existence of her lover Ivan a real person or a figment of her imagination a male alter ego we re as different as nights and day or rather is she his female alter ego merely the dispensable product of his rib and perhaps a figment of his There are many excellent reviews on the internet and from the ever excellent Joseph Schreiber and Goodreads so I will content myself with some of my favourite passages The narrator on reading It has less to do with the books above all it has to do with the reading with black on white with the letters syllables lines the signs the setting down this inhuman fixing this insanity which flows from people and is frozen into expression Believe me expression is insanity it arises out of our insanity It also has to do with turning pages with hunting from one page to the other with flight with complicity in an absurd solidified. Bachmann tells the story of lives painfully intertwined the unnamed narrator haunted by nightmarish memories of her father li. .
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insuring life in a single sentence and inlife in a single sentence and in with the sentences seeking insurance in life Reading is a vice which can replace all other vices or temporarily take their place in intensely helping people live it is a debauchery a consuming addiction No I don t take any drugs I take booksSpeed is important not only concentration can you please tell me who can eep chewing on a simple or even a complex sentence without feeling disgust either with the eyes or the mouth just eep on grinding away over and over a sentence which only consists of subject and predicate must be consumed rapidly a sentence with many appositions must for that very reason be taken at tremendous speed with the eyeballs performing an imperceptible slalomI couldn t list the books which have impressed me the most or "EXPLAIN WHY THEY MADE SUCH AN IMPRESSION IN WHICH "why they made such an impression in which and for how long What sticks then you will ask but that s not the point there are only a few sentences a few expressions that wake up inside my brain again and again begging to be heard over the years And the narrator s take I would say Bernhardian take but actually his takes are Bachmannian on Vienna and its decline post the end of the Austro Hungarian empire sentences that one fears may mirror the fate of London and the UK post Brexit I get along well with this city and its diminished and disappearing surroundings which have retired from history Uneasy alarm of Herr M hlbauer Unruffled I proceed You might also say that as an example to the world an empire along with its practices and tactics embellished with ideas was expelled from history I am very happy to live here because from this place on the planet where nothing is happening a confrontation with the world is all the frightening here one is neither self righteous nor self satisfied as this is not some protected island but a haven of decay wherever you go there is decay decay everywhere right before our eyes and not just the decay of yesterday s empire but of today s as well Highly recommended although far from an easy read 45 stars my only reason for 4 not 5 is that I don t feel I did the novel justice rather than vice versa It was murder It took me five months to finish this novel of internalised female pain I had to stop reading after a couple of pages to recover strength when I felt the swamp of passive negativity pull me down until I was choking desperately Why did I finish itMaybe I have a streak of masochism in me like the narrator of the novel Maybe I secretly identify with her loss of identity in a world where she can only exist as a foil for the men that navigate it around her Maybe I am stubborn to the point of self destructive behaviour wanting to finish each task no matter how idiotic it seems at times That personality trait definitely gave me my PhD degree and made me choose my profession and become uite decent at project management but it also made me finish books I don t like step into the 13th church in Rome when my brain is disintegrating and I can t even remember the name of the city I am speed touristing in I even finish nitting shawls I Exile and Pilgrim know I am not going to useThere is something compelling in this novel of complete surrender to negative emotion and passive endurance manifested in a lyrical language which convinces even when the narrative turns too bleak to be acceptable What is it thenI thought about it a lot over the five months it took me to read it What makes it a good novel even though I hated reading itSadly the answer is that I recognised the type of woman It is truthful The generation Ingeborg Bachman describes has made female victimhood an art form It grated on my nerves because I have been fighting my whole life both against the male attitude of condescension and property and the female passive voice of pleasurable sufferingLook at me I amilled by male dominance Don t I look pretty in all my indignationI acknowledge that this ind of literature had to be written and that Ingeborg Bachmann is a fabulous word magician I am just allergic to the dynamics she exposes That is not her fault she is so to say the faultless passive victim of my dislike I think she would have liked that 1 Vienna crumbling between behind and beneath the lines2 delicate cruel funny sad beautiful strange heart tugging pushing pulling boxing issing scratching3 Bachmann understands about the preverbal4 Fading into the wall Why Malina Has no Message for FeministsThe English translation of Malina ends with an academic essay intended to explain the book s cultural and historical references and also to help readers who may be confused by the book s experimental form and content The first purpose is reasonable for North American readers the second is ridiculous The book is hermetic desperately unhappy remorseless disconsolate dissociative and ambiguously realistic mythic and allegorical Those should all be signs that a brief explanation won t be helpful This is how Anderson summarizes the book s receptionTo those familiar with her poetry Malina seems the continuation in narrative of the problems and images informing the lyrica The name alone suffices to be in the world Malina is one of those novels that feels completely natural to me arising almost like an organism without pretense or premeditated designs Its easy playful voice eeps me reading despite the somber themes that. Ves with the androgynous Malina an initially remote and dispassionate man who ultimately becomes an ominous influence Plungin. ,