┴rni Ibsen wrote:
> on 10/23/03 12:31 AM, Frederick Pollack at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> > Alison Croggon wrote:
> >> a passage in W.G. Sebald's book The
> >> Immigrants, when he visits the former caretaker of a decrepit asylum
> >> - do you know it?
> > His death was one of those utterly
> > irredeemable losses, like Camus's (also a victim of cars).
> Sebald, who? Retorts a hollow eternity sans the lingo!
> Sorry ... but ... as ever ...
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Winfried Georg Sebald, born in the Black Forest in 1944. Moved to
England - the Midlands, I believe - in the 1970s. Died in car accident
last December. His first book a poem, After Nature, his last a
collection of relatively conventional essays, The Natural History of
Destruction. His other, more characteristic works - The Emigrants, the
Rings of Saturn, Vertigo, and Austerlitz - are sui generis, combining
with unique seamlessness elements of modernist fiction, historical
essay, and philosophical meditation. Themes of contemporary ecological
and social dereliction are fused with travel narratives and allegories
of the Holocaust. Sebald's style is also unique; precise and
understated as Kafka's, it proceeds via almost dream-like associations
and has a disturbing, unforgettable effect on many readers.