W.G. Sebald, in full Winfried Georg Sebald, (born May 18, 1944, Wertach, Allgäu, Germany—died December 14, 2001, Norwich, England), German-English novelist and scholar who was known for his haunting, non-chronologically constructed stories. Sebald’s work imaginatively explored themes of memory, especially as they related to the Holocaust. His novels include Schwindel, Gefühle (1990; Vertigo), Die Ausgewanderten (1992; The Emigrants), Die Ringe des Saturn (1995; The Rings of Saturn), Logis…
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Reading to write …
How to write about art … Since he applied paint thickly, and then repeatedly scratched it off the canvas as his work proceeded, the floor was covered with a largely hardened and encrusted deposit of droppings, mixed with coal dust, several centimeters thick at the center and thinning out towards the outer edges, in places…
The Rings of Saturn
The first stop on the narrators journey in The Rings of Saturn is at Somerleyton Station Somerleyton railway station – level crossing at end of Station Road
Locus amoenus
Reading The Rings of Saturn is an adventurous journey. Today it led me to have a look at the concept: Locus amoenus latin for “pleasant place”, locus amoenus is a literary term which generally refers to an idealized place of safety or comfort. A locus amoenus is usually a beautiful, shady lawn or open woodland,…
sinking into sand
reading The Rings of Saturn (1) In the opening of The Rings of Saturn the narrator tells us about Janine Dakyns, an unmarried lecturer in Roman languages. Janine is doing research on Flaubert, and is especially interested in his scruples – Flaubert, according to Janine -was convinced that everything he had written was a string…
W. G. Sebald
For a long time I’ve been wanting to read W. G. Sebald, thoroughly, like I’m currently reading the work of Virginia Woolf. Actually I planned Sebald to be my next project – in a year or so – . BUT … it seems I’m no longer the captain of this ship – Sebald won’t wait!…
from Across the Land and the Water
If you knew every cranny of my heart you would yet be ignorant of the pain my happy memories bring W. G. Sebald
sub rosa 