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Bezig met laden... Uit het leven van een faun (1953)door Arno Schmidt
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‘Scene’s From the Life of a Faun’ is a short novel about a disenchanted civil servant and misanthrope, Heinrich During. Spending his time silently opposing the Nazi rise to power, whilst judging the incompetence of those around him including his wife, son, associates and bosses, During occupies himself with literature in the form of a personal library and a lustful infatuation of a young girl he meets daily around his village and on his commute. Managing to engineer a research opportunity, he successfully unshackles himself from the quotidian ennui by ostensibly cataloguing events of local history that may of interest to the Nazis. Surreptitiously however, he uses the position for his own personal interest and exploration, particularly intriguing for him as he gets to nosey around amongst those he mildly abhors.
Despite his misanthropic nature, Schmidt’s main character is entertaining and humourous and combined with the author’s distinct style and way with language, this makes for an excellent read. If you are a connoisseur of fine literature, Schmidt is definitely an author to acquaint yourself with. I look forward to the others of his I have proudly stockpiled since his works are not the easiest to find (relatively affordably!).
An excerpt:
Every writer should grab hold of the nettle of reality; and then show it all: the muddy black roots; the viperous poison-green stalk; the gaudy flower(y pot). And as for the critics, the intellectual flaneurs and the volunteer firemen, why just for once they could stop tatting lace nets to snare poets with and produce something “exquisite” themselves: that would make the world sit up and take roaring notice! ( )