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Mémoires sauvés du vent (alkuperäinen julkaisuvuosi 1982; vuoden 2004 painos)

Tekijä: Richard Brautigan

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So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away is a beautifully written, brooding gem of a novel set in the Pacific Northwest where Brautigan spent most of his childhood. It is 1979, and a man is recalling the events of his twelfth summer, when he bought bullets for his gun instead of a hamburger. Through the eyes, ears, and voice of Brautigan's youthful protagonist, the listener is gently led into a small-town tale where the narrator accidentally shoots and kills his best friend. The novel deals with the repercussions of this tragedy and its recurring theme of 'what if,' which fuels anguish, regret, and self-blame, as well as some darkly comic passages of bitter-sweet romance and despair. Written and published in 1982, this novel foreshadowed Brautigan's suicide in 1984. Along with An Unfortunate Woman, this is one of the author's novels that is a fitting epitaph to an author who is a complex, contradictory, and often misunderstood genius.… (lisätietoja)
Jäsen:Zuzka
Teoksen nimi:Mémoires sauvés du vent
Kirjailijat:Richard Brautigan
Info:10 (2004), Poche, 167 pages
Kokoelmat:Oma kirjasto
Arvio (tähdet):****
Avainsanoja:2007, emprunt, H, hopper

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So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away (tekijä: Richard Brautigan) (1982)

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    Kalmasilmä (tekijä: Kurt Vonnegut) (CGlanovsky)
    CGlanovsky: characters haunted by childhood accidental shooting deaths, non-linear chronology, written in the same year
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Tündérmese egy elfelejtett Amerikáról, aminek nyomait úgy fújta szét a szél, mint a pernyét. Csakhogy az író egyben okleveles bányász is, aki képes lemerülni saját emlékeinek sötét tárnáiba, hogy felszínre hozzon ezt-azt a mélyből. Így születnek a gyermekkor-regények. (Aztán hogy ez a gyermekkor konkrétan az íróé, vagy valami fiktív entitásé - vagy, mint általában: is-is -, arról vitatkozzanak a kritikusok.) Kisregény, minimemoár, nem csak terjedelmében, hanem céljaiban is: egy jól körülhatárolt kort és hangulatot kíván kismesteri eszközökkel megragadni. Van benne egy központi kérdés, egy dermesztő döntéshelyzet: hogy az ember gyereke ott áll, csörög a zsebében az a semmi kis pénze, és azon tépelődik, hamburgert vegyen-e, vagy töltényt a fasza .22-es puskájába. És persze rosszul dönt. Ebből már mind tudjuk, mire fog kifutni az egész, nem fogunk meglepődni a szemünk előtt kibontakozó tragédián. De nem is a meglepetés a lényeg. Hanem a nyelv. Az a játékos, életteli, őszinte és hajlékony, vidám és szomorú nyelv, amin ez az egész el van mondva*. Ez a brautigani nyelv az, amitől az egész szöveg napfényes tisztás lesz. Pici tisztás, talán jelentéktelen tisztás, de jó rajta időzni, feküdni háton, és nézni, ahogy a zivatarfelhő egyre közelebb lopódzik.

* Bár a fordítás néha-néha döccen kicsit. Az „iskolai hajrákórus” szókapcsolatot ma már Gy. Horváth László is bizonyára tűzzel-vassal pusztítaná ki a szövegből. ( )
  Kuszma | Jul 2, 2022 |
Il dramma aleggia fin dalle prime pagine, eppure il tono è, a tratti, brioso, il che rende il tutto ancora più inquietante. La voce narrante è quella di un dodicenne che parla da adulto e al tempo stesso quella di un adulto nei suoi panni di dodicenne. Un racconto straniante, di un autore dalla personalità che si percepisce problematica e dalla vita difficile. ( )
  Marghe48 | Sep 9, 2017 |
Interesting that Brautigan could foretell what was to come in our present day while looking back in regards to the innocence of boys growing up after WWII who would think nothing of riding their bikes through town, rifles strapped to the handlebars, out to the woods and fields in order to shoot their 22's at cans, or rotten apples, or even a pheasant or two if they could scare one up. Today these kids would be considered terrorists or a potential Adam Lanza. Brautigan remarked within these pages that kids even in 1978 would not be able to partake in this fun activity without drawing the wrath of the townspeople and their authority.

Not much has really changed though regarding the basic shitty family and their like. They keep on producing more offspring just like them and it, we know, is a cycle that is very hard to change. This novel is much too serious for my tastes, and the creepiness of it all is the voice of Brautigan's narrator who says he is forty-three or some such age and yet he still sounds like a kid speaking. Of course, Richard Brautigan always sounded like a kid to me in everything that I read of what he wrote. Somehow this title escaped me, but I think I was already pretty much over Brautigan by the time he wrote this book and then killed himself not long after its publication.

I have a feeling that in the future, that is if I even have much additional time left, that I might be haunted by these words of his every so often when I least expect it. His fat folks on the pond fishing from the comfort of a large couch hauled in on the back of their pickup. The old cook stove and the hamburgers it would make even in light of their nightly catch of at least fifteen catfish each. The fact that they called one another Mother and Father when they rarely would speak sent a chill down my spine that hasn't gone away quite yet. And I won't forget too soon Brautigan's strong image of the old man at the other end of the pond where the bluegills hid, as he did as well in his six by eight-foot discarded thrown-together pallet-shack. Haunting is the operative word. Even the extreme and wordy focus on the hamburger joint downtown and the fateful choice the narrator made between buying a box of shells or a burger and the affect it had on his life, and now mine.

There isn't much else to say about this smallish book. If you like Richard Brautigan I bet you'll like this. If you already hate Dick you will hate him even more because he definitely gets under your skin here. Obviously he hadn't had much luck with the girls as a young man growing up, and you can tell it here between these pages. He is something of a joke to most, but I sort of think the joke is kind of on us if you think about it hard as I have. But most people don't, that is, think about too much it seems these days while being bombarded by humongous flat-screen TVs and the social pages of our internet. But the good people here on goodreads are a different breed of cat. And that makes me glad even in light of how sad his story truly is. Richard Brautigan deserved better, as do most, and there really isn't anything much we can do about anything. But we'll keep trying and hoping some day we get it right. ( )
  MSarki | Jun 5, 2013 |
Perfetto. Lettura che ti dà un piacere allo stato puro. Tanto intenso quanto lieve nel narrare. ( )
  gianoulinetti | Dec 8, 2012 |
Let's say ****1/2. Very melancholy and lacking a lot of Brautigan's usual humor, but something about it affected me really deeply. There's a great ring of truth about it. I like Brautigan best when he's in that semi-autobiographical mode, where you can tell that what he's writing came from some personal experience, even if it's fictionalized on the page. ( )
  RodV | Feb 18, 2012 |
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So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away is a beautifully written, brooding gem of a novel set in the Pacific Northwest where Brautigan spent most of his childhood. It is 1979, and a man is recalling the events of his twelfth summer, when he bought bullets for his gun instead of a hamburger. Through the eyes, ears, and voice of Brautigan's youthful protagonist, the listener is gently led into a small-town tale where the narrator accidentally shoots and kills his best friend. The novel deals with the repercussions of this tragedy and its recurring theme of 'what if,' which fuels anguish, regret, and self-blame, as well as some darkly comic passages of bitter-sweet romance and despair. Written and published in 1982, this novel foreshadowed Brautigan's suicide in 1984. Along with An Unfortunate Woman, this is one of the author's novels that is a fitting epitaph to an author who is a complex, contradictory, and often misunderstood genius.

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