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darioschmidt's review
5.0
Warum war ich bloß skeptisch? Stilistisch absolut glänzende Miniaturen und sonstige Prosastücke, die aber bei aller (gewollten) Natur des Fragmentarischen doch irgendwie ein einheitliches ganzes ergeben. Wie hat Rilke das nur gemacht? Egal, als nächstes sind die Gedichte dran.
Intensiver kann Literatur quasi nicht mehr sein.
Intensiver kann Literatur quasi nicht mehr sein.
amiboughter's review
4.0
Read a ghost story before bed then woke up in the middle of the night hearing footsteps on the stairs and a creaking bed... There was no one there. Thanks Rilke.
"I am learning to see. I don’t know why, everything penetrates me more deeply, and doesn’t stop at the place where it always used to end. There is a place in me I knew nothing about. Everything goes there now. I don’t know what goes on there."
"I am learning to see. I don’t know why, everything penetrates me more deeply, and doesn’t stop at the place where it always used to end. There is a place in me I knew nothing about. Everything goes there now. I don’t know what goes on there."
aameem's review
5.0
The kind of book you could reread 10 times and still find something new in every time.
julayoung's review against another edition
i’ll get back to it some other time when i have the energy for it
mindthebook's review against another edition
3.0
"Ah, how pleasant it is to be among people who are reading."
Utöver det utropet från Bibliothèque Nationale uppskattade jag också den långa "For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions..."-monologen, liksom leitmotif:et "I am learning to see."
Utöver det utropet från Bibliothèque Nationale uppskattade jag också den långa "For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions..."-monologen, liksom leitmotif:et "I am learning to see."
dukegregory's review against another edition
3.0
3.5
Rilkes Stil platziert alle dieses Distanzes zwischen den Erzähler und den Leser auf eine Weise, die eine unheimliche Atmosphäre der Apathie baut. Malte, obwohl er nicht einer sein möchte, ist wirklich einer der "Fortgeworfenen," die er sehr negativ und anmaßend bemerkt oftmals, und das ist für mich die größte Dilemma dieses Romans. Malte möchte Konnektion mit der Welt der Menschheit aber kann nicht zu viel für anderen Menschen fühlen. Er wird ein "Fortgeworfen." Er seht an die Welt durch eine spezifischen Linse: die Vergangenheit, wirklich mehr noch seine Erinnerungen, die gefüllt mit Geister sowohl metaphorisch als auch real sind.
Der ganze Roman ist ein grimmig Ausblick auf das fin-de-siecle und sein Ton apathisch finster. Die Königlichkeiten eines vergangenen Europas sind tot, und was übrig bleibt, ist Chaos, Misstrauen und ein Mangel an ausgeprägter menschlicher Verbindung, außer mit der Literatur, und selbst dann, welche Verbindung besteht wirklich, wenn Malte kämpft zu lesen.
Rilkes Stil platziert alle dieses Distanzes zwischen den Erzähler und den Leser auf eine Weise, die eine unheimliche Atmosphäre der Apathie baut. Malte, obwohl er nicht einer sein möchte, ist wirklich einer der "Fortgeworfenen," die er sehr negativ und anmaßend bemerkt oftmals, und das ist für mich die größte Dilemma dieses Romans. Malte möchte Konnektion mit der Welt der Menschheit aber kann nicht zu viel für anderen Menschen fühlen. Er wird ein "Fortgeworfen." Er seht an die Welt durch eine spezifischen Linse: die Vergangenheit, wirklich mehr noch seine Erinnerungen, die gefüllt mit Geister sowohl metaphorisch als auch real sind.
Der ganze Roman ist ein grimmig Ausblick auf das fin-de-siecle und sein Ton apathisch finster. Die Königlichkeiten eines vergangenen Europas sind tot, und was übrig bleibt, ist Chaos, Misstrauen und ein Mangel an ausgeprägter menschlicher Verbindung, außer mit der Literatur, und selbst dann, welche Verbindung besteht wirklich, wenn Malte kämpft zu lesen.
helgamharb's review against another edition
4.0
*Note: I suggest not to read this book if you are lonely, depressed, unhappy or dissatisfied with your life.
To be loved means to be consumed by fire. To love is to glow bright with an inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away; to love is to endure.
Rilke wrote this semi-autobiographical novel in 1902 after his move to Paris; "a city where there is no forgiveness".
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge ('Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge') are random thoughts and daydreams of a man who is suffering depression and is consumed by paranoia; who sees only the poverty, filth, sickness, cruelty, despair, hopelessness and death.
There is no beginners' classes in life. What is required of you is always the hardest thing, right from the start.
These introspections are often accompanied by his reminiscences about his childhood, his mother who also was suffering from depression after the death of her daughter and the ghosts he used to see at their ancestral castle.
His mother used to tell him:
'Never forget to make a wish, Malte. One should never stop making wishes. I do not believe that they come true, but there are wishes that keep, a whole life long, and one couldn't live long enough for them to come true anyway.'
In a letter of 18 July 1903 he writes to his friend Lou Andreas-Salomé:
'Paris was an experience similar to that of the military school; just as in those days i was seized by an immense, fearful amazement, so now i was beset by horror of everything that is known, as if in some inexpressible confusion, as life.'
Malte suffers from rootlessness. He is afraid of death, but he is also afraid to be loved by others. Any kind of affection is unnerving. He seeks only one love and that is the love of God. But is he ready to accept that bliss?
The woman who loves always surpasses the man who is loved, because life is greater than fate. Her devotion aspires to be infinite: that is her happiness. But the nameless grief of her love has always been this: that she is required to limit that devotion.
To be loved means to be consumed by fire. To love is to glow bright with an inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away; to love is to endure.
Rilke wrote this semi-autobiographical novel in 1902 after his move to Paris; "a city where there is no forgiveness".
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge ('Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge') are random thoughts and daydreams of a man who is suffering depression and is consumed by paranoia; who sees only the poverty, filth, sickness, cruelty, despair, hopelessness and death.
There is no beginners' classes in life. What is required of you is always the hardest thing, right from the start.
These introspections are often accompanied by his reminiscences about his childhood, his mother who also was suffering from depression after the death of her daughter and the ghosts he used to see at their ancestral castle.
His mother used to tell him:
'Never forget to make a wish, Malte. One should never stop making wishes. I do not believe that they come true, but there are wishes that keep, a whole life long, and one couldn't live long enough for them to come true anyway.'
In a letter of 18 July 1903 he writes to his friend Lou Andreas-Salomé:
'Paris was an experience similar to that of the military school; just as in those days i was seized by an immense, fearful amazement, so now i was beset by horror of everything that is known, as if in some inexpressible confusion, as life.'
Malte suffers from rootlessness. He is afraid of death, but he is also afraid to be loved by others. Any kind of affection is unnerving. He seeks only one love and that is the love of God. But is he ready to accept that bliss?
The woman who loves always surpasses the man who is loved, because life is greater than fate. Her devotion aspires to be infinite: that is her happiness. But the nameless grief of her love has always been this: that she is required to limit that devotion.
faintgirl's review against another edition
1.0
I hope to goodness that I read the wrong translation because my word...I lost the thread at least three times on every page. I have no idea what the point of this was.
flelix's review against another edition
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.0