{"id":8824,"date":"2022-07-31T23:14:12","date_gmt":"2022-07-31T21:14:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lesestunden.de\/?p=8824"},"modified":"2022-08-24T20:05:07","modified_gmt":"2022-08-24T18:05:07","slug":"wieso-jeder-gaito-gasdanow-lesen-sollte-mit-gewinnspiel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lesestunden.de\/en\/2022\/07\/why-everyone-should-read-gaito-gazdanov-with-competition\/","title":{"rendered":"Why everyone should read Gaito Gazdanov (with competition)"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

I have written many times on Lesestunden about the books of Gaito Gazdanov, and I would like to dedicate another post to him \u2014 to write about what his books mean to me. At the end, there\u2019s also a giveaway, and your chances are good, since not that many readers will probably take part \u2014 and there are two wonderful books to win. Why it\u2019s worth participating, and why Gazdanov\u2019s books are something truly special: you\u2019ll find out in this post.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

I lived alone in Munich for several years, and during that time, I spent a lot of time by myself. I also read a lot back then, but I especially remember those hours I spent alone. Often accompanied by quiet, melancholic music, with the ability to enjoy melancholy and let my thoughts drift. It was a feeling of standing apart \u2014 away from the steady flow of life and society, which constantly pushes forward, and from which one can indeed withdraw, though not permanently \u2014 that would be wrong \u2014 but for a brief pause. Even today, I still have those moments, though they have become rarer. That part of me loves the books of Gaito Gazdanov, for that is precisely what defines his literature.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

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His characters \u2014 who are always, in some way, Gazdanov himself \u2014 stand beside life, lost and lonely, though they live in the midst of Paris, though they brush shoulders with the artistic world of the Montmartre during the exhilarating time of the Lost Generation, though they experience the nocturnal Paris in all its facets. In countless small details, Gazdanov observes the people of his time, characterizes them, and with a fine and subtle sensibility, he draws the reader into his world of thought. His writing always conveys a sense of being lost, of searching for answers to the questions life poses \u2014 the great ones and the small, questions about the meaning of existence, of love, and of deep emotions.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

“But in every love there is also sadness [\u2026]. Sadness over the fulfillment and the approaching death of love, if it is happy, and sadness over its impossibility and the loss of what has never belonged to us, if love remains in vain.”<\/p>An Evening with Claire<\/em> (p. 18)<\/cite><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

When reading his books, one feels a flow, and Gazdanov\u2019s language is extraordinarily fine and nuanced. The voice he evokes in me is unique, unmistakable \u2014 and this holds true no matter which translation one reads. After finishing one of his stories, I often feel as though I had just listened to music \u2014 as if a melody had flowed through me. It\u2019s this musical quality in Gazdanov\u2019s language that seems to resonate with my own way of thinking. When I leaf back through the book and read sentences in isolation, they are beautiful, but the music within them only reveals itself when one surrenders to the current of his prose.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

“What actually drove these people in the lives they led? What were their wishes, hopes, and aspirations, and for what goal did each of them, obediently and patiently, do the same thing day after day? What lay behind it all, apart from the dark biological law to which they all submitted, without knowing it and without ever thinking about it? What had called them out of apocalyptic nothingness into life? The chance and perhaps momentary union of two human bodies one evening or night a few dozen years ago?”<\/p>The Return of the Buddha<\/em> (p. 65)<\/cite><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

Gazdanov asks the great questions \u2014 without, of course, offering any satisfying answers. Between the lines, one finds some of his conclusions, but for me, it has always been more important to read how a person asks these questions \u2014 about life, personal freedom, the meaning of love, and even cosmological things.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

“If one were to exclude from life [\u2026] that meager enjoyment which purely physical sensations give us \u2014 warmth, food, bed, Lida, sleep \u2014 what then remains? The enthusiastic face of the Buddha? The ecstasy of Saint Jerome? The death of Michelangelo? For those who know the cold attraction of nothingness, what can this biological trembling of existence still mean?”<\/p>The Return of the Buddha<\/em> (pp. 119f)<\/cite><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

And time and again, he reveals his way of thinking \u2014 a subtle, empathetic, tactful, yet sensitive stream of thought, which resonates with something within me. This similarity I believe to find in his books \u2014 this strong closeness to my own way of thinking \u2014 exerts a special pull on me. Or perhaps it\u2019s simply the beauty of his sentences, in which he interweaves impressions, blending sounds, scents, and visuals into harmony.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

The blossoming youth of Victoria reminded Volodya of his school years, of Lady Hamilton, Dina, and long, romantic dreams \u2014 of a whole world: of music, of women, of slowly spreading blue waves of a distant, imaginary sea. (p. 122)<\/p>The Story of a Journey<\/em> (p. 122)<\/cite><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

I have already presented several of his books on Lesestunden. You can find an overview here<\/a>. One of his most beautiful works is The Phantom of Alexander Wolf<\/a><\/em>, but in truth, every one of his books is worth reading. His well-known works were published by Hanser Verlag. In recent years, however, previously untranslated books have also appeared in German. These include The Pilgrims<\/em><\/a> and Awakening<\/em><\/a> \u2014 his late works \u2014 while the recently published The Story of a Journey<\/em><\/a> offers the German readership a novel more akin to his early period. What\u2019s fascinating about these new releases: no publishing house stands behind them, but rather the translator J\u00fcrgen Barck, who has been translating and publishing these works with great care and at a professional publishing level entirely on his own. For me, this is a wonderful gift, because I still vividly remember how, after reading The Return of the Buddha<\/em>, I desperately searched for more of his books and found none. What a joy it is, then, to hold a previously unread book of his in my hands. And as I know from firsthand information, there\u2019s more to come \u2014 which makes me very happy indeed.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

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The translator mentioned above, J\u00fcrgen Barck, has also kindly provided me with two books, which I would now like to give away in a raffle. You have two weeks (until August 14) to comment on this post (anything at all \u2014 just a thought or a brief note is enough), and you\u2019ll automatically be entered into the giveaway. You can win Awakening<\/em><\/a> and The Story of a Journey<\/em><\/a>. There will be two winners, each receiving one of the books. Both are truly wonderful works that I\u2019ve already featured on Lesestunden. I would be delighted if these books find their way to fellow lovers of literature who can surrender themselves to the beauty of these texts as I have.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

In that spirit: read and enjoy Gazdanov.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

Giveaway Results<\/h3>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

For the drawing, I simply took two twenty-sided dice and \u2014 tadaaa \u2014 here\u2019s what I rolled:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

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The winners are:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n