Flights
Nobel Prize and Booker Prize Winner
(Sprache: Englisch)
WINNER OF THE NOBEL PRIZE IN LITERATURE
WINNER OF THE MAN BOOKER INTERNATIONAL PRIZE
NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST FOR TRANSLATED LITERATURE
A visionary work of fiction by "A writer on the level of W. G. Sebald" (Annie Proulx)
"A...
WINNER OF THE MAN BOOKER INTERNATIONAL PRIZE
NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST FOR TRANSLATED LITERATURE
A visionary work of fiction by "A writer on the level of W. G. Sebald" (Annie Proulx)
"A...
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WINNER OF THE NOBEL PRIZE IN LITERATUREWINNER OF THE MAN BOOKER INTERNATIONAL PRIZE
NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST FOR TRANSLATED LITERATURE
A visionary work of fiction by "A writer on the level of W. G. Sebald" (Annie Proulx)
"A magnificent writer." - Svetlana Alexievich, Nobel Prize-winning author of Secondhand Time
"A beautifully fragmented look at man's longing for permanence.... Ambitious and complex." - Washington Post
From the incomparably original Polish writer Olga Tokarczuk, Flights interweaves reflections on travel with an in-depth exploration of the human body, broaching life, death, motion, and migration. Chopin's heart is carried back to Warsaw in secret by his adoring sister. A woman must return to her native Poland in order to poison her terminally ill high school sweetheart, and a young man slowly descends into madness when his wife and child mysteriously vanish during a vacation and just as suddenly reappear. Through these brilliantly imagined characters and stories, interwoven with haunting, playful, and revelatory meditations, Flights explores what it means to be a traveler, a wanderer, a body in motion not only through space but through time. Where are you from? Where are you coming in from? Where are you going? we call to the traveler. Enchanting, unsettling, and wholly original, Flights is a master storyteller's answer.
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Here I AmI'm a few years old. I'm sitting on the windowsill, surrounded by strewn toys and toppled-over block towers and dolls with bulging eyes. It's dark in the house, and the air in the rooms slowly cools, dims. There's no one else here; they've left, they're gone, though you can still hear their voices dying down, that shuffling, the echoes of their footsteps, some distant laughter. Out the window the courtyard is empty. Darkness spreads softly from the sky, settling on everything like black dew.
The worst part is the stillness, visible, dense-a chilly dusk and the sodium-vapor lamps' frail light already mired in darkness just a few feet from its source.
Nothing happens-the march of darkness halts at the door to the house, and all the clamor of fading falls silent, makes a thick skin like on hot milk cooling. The contours of the buildings against the backdrop of the sky stretch out into infinity, slowly lose their sharp angles, corners, edges. The dimming light takes the air with it-there's nothing left to breathe. Now the dark soaks into my skin. Sounds have curled up inside themselves, withdrawn their snail's eyes; the orchestra of the world has departed, vanishing into the park.
That evening is the limit of the world, and I've just happened upon it, by accident, while playing, not in search of anything. I've discovered it because I was left unsupervised for a bit. I realize I've fallen into a trap here now, realize I'm stuck. I'm a few years old, I'm sitting on the windowsill, and I'm looking out onto the chilled courtyard. The lights in the school's kitchen are extinguished; everyone has left. All the doors are closed, the hatches down, shades lowered. I'd like to leave, but there's nowhere to go. My own presence is the only thing with a distinct outline now, an outline that quivers and undulates, and in so doing, hurts. And all of a sudden I know: there's nothing for it now, here I am.
The World in Your Head
The first trip I ever
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took was across the fields, on foot. It took them a long time to notice I was gone, which meant I was able to make it quite some distance. I covered the whole park and even-going down dirt roads, through the corn and the damp meadows teeming with cowslip flowers, sectioned into squares by ditches-reached the river. Though of course the river was ubiquitous in that valley, soaking up under the ground cover and lapping at the fields.
Clambering up onto the embankment, I could see an undulating ribbon, a road that kept flowing outside of the frame, outside of the world. If you were lucky, you might catch sight of a boat there, one of those great flat boats gliding over the river in either direction, oblivious to the shores, to the trees, to the people who stand on the embankment, unreliable landmarks, perhaps, not worth remarking, just an audience to the boats' own motion, so full of grace. I dreamed of working on a boat like that when I grew up-or even better, of becoming one of those boats.
It wasn't a big river, only the Oder, but I, too, was little then. It had its place in the hierarchy of rivers, which I later checked on the maps-a minor one, but present, nonetheless, a kind of country viscountess at the court of the Amazon queen. But it was more than enough for me. It seemed enormous. It flowed as it liked, essentially unimpeded, prone to flooding, unpredictable.
Occasionally along the banks it would catch on some underwater obstacle, and eddies would develop. But the river flowed on, parading, concerned only with its hidden aims beyond the horizon, somewhere far off to the north. Your eyes couldnÕt keep focused on the water, which pulled your gaze along
Clambering up onto the embankment, I could see an undulating ribbon, a road that kept flowing outside of the frame, outside of the world. If you were lucky, you might catch sight of a boat there, one of those great flat boats gliding over the river in either direction, oblivious to the shores, to the trees, to the people who stand on the embankment, unreliable landmarks, perhaps, not worth remarking, just an audience to the boats' own motion, so full of grace. I dreamed of working on a boat like that when I grew up-or even better, of becoming one of those boats.
It wasn't a big river, only the Oder, but I, too, was little then. It had its place in the hierarchy of rivers, which I later checked on the maps-a minor one, but present, nonetheless, a kind of country viscountess at the court of the Amazon queen. But it was more than enough for me. It seemed enormous. It flowed as it liked, essentially unimpeded, prone to flooding, unpredictable.
Occasionally along the banks it would catch on some underwater obstacle, and eddies would develop. But the river flowed on, parading, concerned only with its hidden aims beyond the horizon, somewhere far off to the north. Your eyes couldnÕt keep focused on the water, which pulled your gaze along
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Autoren-Porträt von Olga Tokarczuk
Olga Tokarczuk has won the Nobel Prize in Literature and the Man Book International Prize, among many other honors. She is the author of a dozen works of fiction, two collections of essays, and a children’s book; her work has been translated into fifty languages.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Olga Tokarczuk
- 2019, 416 Seiten, mit zahlreichen Abbildungen, Maße: 19,7 x 12,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Übersetzer: Jennifer Croft
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0525534202
- ISBN-13: 9780525534204
- Erscheinungsdatum: 02.01.2020
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Flights:"What s in a novel? This Man Booker International Prize winner reads like a rigorous response to that question in the best, most edifying (and maddening) way Magnificently translated from the Polish by Jennifer Croft, Flights has the scattered intimate quality of a personal diary, its magic wedded to its singularity. It s an unexpected, funny journey into that most elusive of places the human condition." Entertainment Weekly
A revelation Flights is a witty, imaginative, hard-to-classify work that is in the broadest sense about travel . In this risky, restlessly mercurial book, Tokarczuk has found a way of turning philosophy into writing that doesn't just take flight but soars. NPR s Fresh Air
A beautifully fragmented look at man s longing for permanence ambitious and complex. Washington Post
It s a busy, beautiful vexation, this novel, a quiver full of fables of pilgrims and pilgrimages, and the reasons the hidden, the brave, the foolhardy we venture forth into the world In Jennifer Croft s assured translation, each self-enclosed account is tightly conceived and elegantly modulated, the language balletic, unforced. The New York Times
A writer on the level of W. G. Sebald. Annie Proulx
Tokarczuk s discerning eye shakes things up, in the same way that her book scrambles conventional forms... Like her characters, our narrator is always on the move, and is always noticing and theorizing, often brilliantly. The New Yorker
There's no better travel companion in these turbulent, fanatical times. The Guardian
Dive in beyond physical place to the mind of the traveler in this experimental collection of interwoven stories, essays, and musings as delightfully meandering as wanderlust itself.
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Fodor s Travels
Flights works like a dream does: with fragmentary trails that add up to a delightful reimagining of the novel itself. Marlon James
This hypnotizing new novel about travel, movement, and the complexities of distance deserves a place on every bookshelf. Southern Living
Provides food for thought about what makes us move and what makes us tick. Travel may broaden the mind, but this travel-themed book stimulates it. Minneapolis Star-Tribune
Take the time to settle into this unconventional narrative that is by turns startling, moving and profound. Dallas Morning News
An unclassifiable medley of linked fictions and essays. Reading it is like being a passenger on a long trip.... It s amusing, exciting.... It moves... to moments of intense interest and beauty. Wall Street Journal
A disorienting, intelligent, and unforgettable book. Bustle
Prescient, provocative, and furiously comic. The New Statesman
An expansive, probing and enigmatic novel of ideas Chapters range from a few sentences to dozens of pages, creating a kaleidoscope of perspectives on the mutability and movement of humanity. amNewYork
A graceful and philosophic meditation on travel. Newsday
A select few novels possess the wonder of music, and this is one of them. No two readers will experience it exactly the same way. Flights is an international, mercurial, and always generous book, to be endlessly revisited. Like a glorious, charmingly impertinent travel companion, it reflects, challenges, and rewards. Los Angeles Review of Books
An intellectual revelation Flights seeks out bridges between the concepts of cosmopolitanism and cultural hybridity; between discoveries of affection and curiosity toward unknown cultures, and toward the intrinsic multiplicity of one s own place of origin. Boston Review
Flights is epic in its scope and mission. [The novel] reads as a sprawling, surreal meditation on what it is to be alive in an increasingly transient world. Vox
If a strictly linear narrative structure is obligatory to your definition of what makes for a good book, I d encourage you to set that requirement aside for a bit and consider this 2018 Booker Prize winner. Themes and patterns will begin to emerge of lives and loves and a rocket ship ride through the swirl of stars that is us. An added bonus: Jennifer Croft s translation (from Polish) is a joy to read and a template for a translation master class. The Millions
Deftly explores, in limpid, captivating vignettes, the spaces we inhabit bodies, geographies, the expanse of the page and the loves, fears, and wonder that inhabit us. Literary Hub
An indisputable masterpiece. Publishers Weekly, starred review
This host of haunting narratives teases the mind and taunts the soul... exhilarating. Library Journal
Flights works like a dream does: with fragmentary trails that add up to a delightful reimagining of the novel itself. Marlon James
This hypnotizing new novel about travel, movement, and the complexities of distance deserves a place on every bookshelf. Southern Living
Provides food for thought about what makes us move and what makes us tick. Travel may broaden the mind, but this travel-themed book stimulates it. Minneapolis Star-Tribune
Take the time to settle into this unconventional narrative that is by turns startling, moving and profound. Dallas Morning News
An unclassifiable medley of linked fictions and essays. Reading it is like being a passenger on a long trip.... It s amusing, exciting.... It moves... to moments of intense interest and beauty. Wall Street Journal
A disorienting, intelligent, and unforgettable book. Bustle
Prescient, provocative, and furiously comic. The New Statesman
An expansive, probing and enigmatic novel of ideas Chapters range from a few sentences to dozens of pages, creating a kaleidoscope of perspectives on the mutability and movement of humanity. amNewYork
A graceful and philosophic meditation on travel. Newsday
A select few novels possess the wonder of music, and this is one of them. No two readers will experience it exactly the same way. Flights is an international, mercurial, and always generous book, to be endlessly revisited. Like a glorious, charmingly impertinent travel companion, it reflects, challenges, and rewards. Los Angeles Review of Books
An intellectual revelation Flights seeks out bridges between the concepts of cosmopolitanism and cultural hybridity; between discoveries of affection and curiosity toward unknown cultures, and toward the intrinsic multiplicity of one s own place of origin. Boston Review
Flights is epic in its scope and mission. [The novel] reads as a sprawling, surreal meditation on what it is to be alive in an increasingly transient world. Vox
If a strictly linear narrative structure is obligatory to your definition of what makes for a good book, I d encourage you to set that requirement aside for a bit and consider this 2018 Booker Prize winner. Themes and patterns will begin to emerge of lives and loves and a rocket ship ride through the swirl of stars that is us. An added bonus: Jennifer Croft s translation (from Polish) is a joy to read and a template for a translation master class. The Millions
Deftly explores, in limpid, captivating vignettes, the spaces we inhabit bodies, geographies, the expanse of the page and the loves, fears, and wonder that inhabit us. Literary Hub
An indisputable masterpiece. Publishers Weekly, starred review
This host of haunting narratives teases the mind and taunts the soul... exhilarating. Library Journal
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