Monday, January 19, 2015

W.G. Sebald and When Harry Met Sally

A Place in the Country, 2015

Lately, I have found myself copying passage after passage of W.G. Sebald's work into my notebooks. First, from his novel, The Rings of Saturn, and most recently from his book of essays about place, memory, and creativity, A Place in the Country. Some of the passages I've copied from A Place in the Country are Sebald's own writing and some are the words of the creative minds that helped shape his work.

He drags me down and through what sometimes seems the worst of human existence and then lifts me up into some of the most beautiful writing I've ever read, leaving me feeling as Sally felt about Harry in the end of When Harry Met Sally, during that final New Year's Eve scene. Just when Sebald carries me to the point of feeling I must put the book down for a while, if not for good, he'll throw something like this out there.

There can scarcely be a brighter eulogy than Heinrich’s funeral oration for his young cousin Anna, who passed away long before her time. When the carpenter is rubbing down her newly finished coffin with pumice, Heinrich recalls, it becomes “as white as snow, and only the very faintest reddish touch of the fir shone through, giving the tint of apple blossom. It looked far more beautiful and dignified than if it had been painted, gilded, or even brass-bound. At the head, the carpenter had according to custom constructed an opening with a sliding cover through which the face could be seen until the coffin was lowered into the grave; now there still had to be set in a pane of glass which had been forgotten, and I rowed home to get one. I knew that on top of a cupboard there lay a small old picture frame from which the picture had long since disappeared. I took the glass that had been forgotten, placed it carefully in the boat, and rowed back. The carpenter was roaming about a little in the woods looking for hazelnuts; meanwhile, I tested the pane of glass, and when I found that it fitted the opening, I dipped it in the clear stream, for it was covered with dust, and clouded, and with care I succeeded in washing it without breaking it on the stones. Then I lifted it and let the clear water run off it, and when I held up the shining glass high against the sun and looked through it, I saw three boy-angels making music; the middle one was holding a sheet of music and singing, the other two were playing old-fashioned violins, and they were all looking upward in joy and devotion; but the vision was so thinly and delicately transparent that I did not know whether it was hovering in the rays of the sun, in the glass, or merely in my imagination. When I moved the glass, the angels instantly vanished, until suddenly, turning the glass another way, I saw them again. Since then I have been told that copperplate engravings or drawings which have lain undisturbed for a great many years behind glass communicate themselves to the glass during these years, in the dark nights, and leave behind upon it something like a reflected image.”

And he makes it impossible for me to put the book down and leaves me wondering if I will ever find another who sees the world quite the way he does.

In the passage above, from A Place in the Country, Sebald quotes a character Gottfried Keller created for his 1855 novel, Der grüne Heinrich.

16 comments:

  1. that's very, very poetic, intense, and beautiful! my head's spinning!!! thank you....

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  2. Wow. Gorgeous. That was a deep dive. I'm going to have to get that book.

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    1. Now I want to read more Sebald and Gottfried Keller's novel, Der grüne Heinrich.

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  3. What author wouldn't like to hear that his/her writings evoked a Harry Met Sally moment! That has to be the ultimate good review.

    This literally gave me goosebumps...how beautiful the tint of apple blossoms must have been.

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    1. Just a little silliness with When Harry Met Sally... Sebald is amazing and I'm looking forward to finding this Gottfried Keller novel.

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  4. truly beautiful writing (and, translation) I do not know this author at all. thanks for opening a new literary door, Denise.

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    1. Excellent point about translation. Translating must be an incredibly challenging profession. I don't think most of us know how lucky we are when we read an excellent translation. It's something I've taken for granted until lately. There is also a difficult to describe film about Sebald I recommend, a documentary, Patience (After Sebald).

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  5. That's an absolutely beautiful passage. My brother in law is always reading and talking about Sebald, but I'm yet to read any of his books; ('Austerlitz', a gift from said brother, is waiting on my bedside table.)

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    1. I have not yet read Austerlitz, but I have the feeling I'll be reading all of the Sebald work I can find.

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  6. And you've made me need to pick up that book again. That last sentence in particular - one I don't recall - has set my senses ringing. Thank you!

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    1. So you have read this book. I am not surprised. You have excellent taste. I hope you enjoy rereading it.

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  7. After a week that tore me down completely...I was hesitant to read this passage given your description. And yet, no matter the raw emotions it may evoke, great writing never fails to bring me a bit of peace in this chaotic world. Because of you (and also a little bit of Lori McKenna playing in the background), I am finally feeling a little bit of much needed peace tonight. thank you for that.

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    1. I feel the same way about great writing, Rachel. And yes, good music helps too. I hope you are feeling peaceful this evening. Sweet dreams.

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  8. I like my magic explained, but just a little, and the passage you've shared does it so well. I've not read Sebald, but now I must.

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    1. I read him slowly. His writing is not like anyone else's I've read.

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