posted by schwartz on July 26, 2006 at 8:10 pm
Thomas Bernhard

Found this today and read it in a single sitting.  Definitely one of the more interesting pieces of fiction I’ve come across in the past year.  (The Sebald-Bernhard connection, narration-wise, is immediately apparent.) Though I might be way off here, this novel could be considered his answer to Thomas Mann’s Doctor Faustus:

From Amazon:

For music lovers, perfectionists, and estheticians, Thomas Bernhard’s The Loser (1983) poses an irresistible drama of failed excellence. In 1953 three friends, among whom is the famed Glenn Gould, study with Horowitz. Rarely sleeping, hardly eating, they burn intensely with the white and ruthless flame of virtuosity. Only Gould ascends. But this is no conventional narrative–neat, action-driven, or linear. It opens with the specter of death–Gould’s at 51, and a suicide. Art exalts even as it destroys, when the aspirant is found wanting. Both Wertheimer, the suicide, and the narrator turn their backs on their musical careers, thus triggering their process of "deterioration." What is the consequence of throwing it all away? And yet, what are the rewards of realized genius? After Gould becomes, indeed, Glenn Gould, the two friends go to visit him in Canada. "He had barricaded himself in his house. For life. All our lives the three of us have shared the desire to barricade ourselves from the world. All three of us were born barricade fanatics."

Bernhard fans will recognize the restrained rant, the execution of an idea carried to a logical, caustic extreme. The rant creates, of the novel, a grand philosophical speculation: What is devotion to one’s art? What is it to truly understand one’s art and to not misuse one’s gift? And, alas, The Loser can also be read as the profound consequence of perfectionism, whereby all efforts to create or execute anything of note are squashed in the critical mind’s ruthless self-scrutiny. The narrator works, for example, on his Glenn Gould essay for nine years, grateful, in the end, that he has published nothing. "How good it is that none of these imperfect, incomplete works has ever appeared, I thought, had I published them…. [T]oday I would be the unhappiest person imaginable, confronted daily with disastrous works crying out with errors, imprecision, carelessness, amateurishness." The one regenerative act seems to be that of self-destruction. Destruction, indeed, becomes the flip side of perfectionist rigor. Thomas Bernhard (1931-89) was his own unique genius and in The Loser, one of his most acclaimed novels, he creates a chilling portrait of tragic compulsion, teasing and testing our assumptions human behavior. —Hollis Giamatteo –This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

posted by christopher on June 4, 2007 at 12:01 am


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