Old Masters

Old Masters❰PDF / Epub❯ ✅ Old Masters Author Thomas Bernhard – Oaklandjobs.co.uk Old Masters is Thomas Bernhard s devilishly funny story about the friendship between two old men For over thirty years Reger, a music critic, has sat on the same bench in front of a Tintoretto paintin Old Masters is Thomas Bernhard s devilishly funny story about the friendship between two old men For over thirty years Reger, a music critic, has sat on the same bench in front of a Tintoretto painting in a Viennese museum, thinking and railing against contemporary society, his fellow men, artists, the weather, even the state of public lavatories His friend Atzbacher has been summoned to meet him, and through his eyes we learn about Reger the tragic death of his wife, his thoughts of suicide and, eventually, the true purpose of their appointment At once pessimistic and exuberant, rancorous and hilarious, Old Masters is a richly satirical portrait of culture, genius, nationhood, class, the value of art and the pretensions of humanity. A book full of anger, philosophy, criticism, humor and emotionality.Zitate wir lieben die Philosophie und die ganze Geisteswissenschaft insgesamt ja nur weil sie absolut hilflos ist Nur die B cher lieben wir in Wahrheit, die kein Ganzes, die chaotisch, die hilflos sind So ist es mit allem und jedem S 43 Wie nehmen die Menschen immer wieder in Schutz, weil wir nicht glauben k nnen und auch nicht glauben wollen, da sie so gemein sein k nnen S 295 Vienna Kunsthistorisches Museum Old Masters Thomas Bernhard s 1985 novel written in the form of one unending paragraph spanning 156 pages is a torrent of passion and ideas that will captivate and fascinate readers who enjoy reflections on art and aesthetic experience, on literature, music and the interplay of culture and society The opening sentence sets the scene Although I had arranged to meet Reger at the Kunsthistorisches Museum at half past eleven, I arrived at the agreed spot at half Vienna Kunsthistorisches Museum Old Masters Thomas Bernhard s 1985 novel written in the form of one unending paragraph spanning 156 pages is a torrent of passion and ideas that will captivate and fascinate readers who enjoy reflections on art and aesthetic experience, on literature, music and the interplay of culture and society The opening sentence sets the scene Although I had arranged to meet Reger at the Kunsthistorisches Museum at half past eleven, I arrived at the agreed spot at half past ten in order, as I had for some time decided to do, to observe him, for once, from the most ideal angle possible and undisturbed, Atzbacher writes Indeed, the tale revolves around the museum s Bordone Room where Atzbacher, the novel s first person narrator, reports how his friend Reger, a man in his eighties, has been sitting on a velvet covered settee in front of Tintoretto s White Bearded Man every other day except Monday for well over thirty years.Longtime widower Herr Reger studied music in Leipzig and Vienna and continues to write music reviews for The Times even in his advanced age Young Atzbacher, in turn, has made a career of art appreciation as well as writing unpublished philosophy essays Alzbacher slides back and forth in his telling between Reger s obsessive thinking and his own Thepages I turned, theReger reminded me alternately of Hermann Hesse s Harry Haller the Steppenwolf and Alceste the Misanthrope from Moli re s famous play There s good reason why Thomas Bernhard labeled Old Masters a comedy Since we are at the magnificent Kunsthistorisches Museum, one of Austria s grand jewels, let s begin with a quote from nineteenth century philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer Treat a work of art like a prince let it speak to you first Well, just so happens Schopenhauer is among Reger s favorite thinkers and Reger let many exquisite paintings from the golden age of the old masters speak to him And what did these revered masterpieces have to say to Reger As we come to learn, Herr Reger judges these so called masterpieces as nothingthan a third rate batch of kitsch created by grossly overvalued bunglersinterested in amassing wealth than anything resembling true art What Why such an outrageous, harsh pronouncement Here s a snippet from Reger s rant that goes on for pages The old masters, as they have now been called for centuries, only stand up to superficial viewing if we view them thoroughly they gradually become diminished, and when we have studied them really and truly, and that means as thoroughly as possible for as long as possible, they dissolve, they crumble for us, leaving a flat taste, in fact most of the time, a very bad taste in our mouths And the main culprit responsible for producing such bad art According to Reger, without question the diabolical prime cause is the state, particularly the Catholic state In support of his position, Reger says, Just look at Velazquez, nothing but state art, or Lotto, or Giotto, always only state art, just as that dreadful proto Nazi and pre Nazi D rer, who put nature on his canvas and killed itThe so called old masters only ever served the state or the Church, which comes to the same thing And the main tool for making sure the Catholic state snuffs out opposition and gets exactly what it wants Both Reger and Atzbacher sharpen their critical swords and go on the attack when speaking of schools, art education and teachers These teachers teach what this Catholic state is and instructs them to teach narrow mindedness and brutality, vileness and meanness, depravity and chaos Atzbacher draws on his own schoolboy days to recall how he received nothing from these feeble minded, perverted mediators of the state but their incompetence, dull wittedness and brainlessness One of his abiding memories is his fingers swollen from repeated canings administered by a hazel switch Beginning at an early age, these dullards ruin a youngster s artistic taste and drive out any spark for art In the spirit of the novel, I can imagine Reger and Atzbacher requiring all schoolteachers and museum guides wear a large placard around their necks to serve as warning I M A DULL, VISCOUS MOUTHPIECE OF THE SOUL DESTROYING STATE Reger s slam continues well beyond the visual arts He is relentless in his attack on literature and one of his fellow countrymen comes in for a particular scalding Adalbert Stifter a writer Reger recognizes as nothingthan a philistine blockhead And the fact Stifler committed suicide alters not one iota his mediocrity and the undeniable fact he was a muddled poopstick capable only of the most cramped verse and constipated prose And German Austrian philosophy Ha For Reger, Martin Heidegger expresses a kind of German sausage feeble mindedness, the women s philosopher, straight from the scholars frying pan This is only the warm up Reger s Heidegger rant goes on for several pages Lets pause and step back Why all the ranting and raging As we discover in the second half of the novel, Reger is a broken man, a man racked with intense unending pain since the death of his beloved wife ten years prior The undeniable, ever present reality of death is the lens through which Reger has come to view all life and art Art has let him down, big time On two counts First, he can see painters, art historians, museum goers, the general public use art as a shield to seal off the reality of death art as a colossal distraction art as sublimation and illusion In Reger s words Art altogether is nothing but a survival skill, we should never lose sight of this fact, it is, time and again, just an attempt an attempt that seems touching even to our intellect to cope with this world and its revolting aspects, which, as we know, is invariably possible only by resorting to lies and falsehoods, to hypocrisy and self deception Secondly, on a profoundlypersonal level, Reger himself has attempted to assuage his suffering over the death of his dear wife by immersing himself evenin music, literature and the arts Try as he might, the arts have failed him The reality of death, the suffering and psychic agony he has had to endure for the last ten years have triumphed Old Masters was my second Thomas Bernhard Gargoyles was my first I can see why the author is considered one of the major voices of postwar Europe Since I m especially drawn to novels of the existential variety, I plan to readThomas Bernhard Austrian author Thomas Bernhard, 1931 1989 nsanl k, tarihi boyunca d nd sa mal klar s ylememi olsayd oktan bo ulurdu, uzun s re susan her ki i bo ulur, insanl k da uzun s re susamaz, nk hemen bo ulur Sayfa 103 If I were to start by saying that this book is one very long paragraph most of which consists of an intemperate rant, written in reported speech but without quotation marks, about Austria and the artsgenerally, I suspect that would sound like hard work Despite all of that, this book is quite readable, entertaining and full of interesting perspectives Ostensibly this is a tale of a friendship between two old men, and we learn very little about one of them, the narrator Atzbacher, who is m If I were to start by saying that this book is one very long paragraph most of which consists of an intemperate rant, written in reported speech but without quotation marks, about Austria and the artsgenerally, I suspect that would sound like hard work Despite all of that, this book is quite readable, entertaining and full of interesting perspectives Ostensibly this is a tale of a friendship between two old men, and we learn very little about one of them, the narrator Atzbacher, who is mostly content to relate the thoughts of his friend Reger, who has summoned him to Vienna s art history museum Reger is a recently widowed critic, who writes music reviews for The Times and has been visiting the museum every other day for over thirty years Reger is disillusioned with almost everything, including the greatest art, music and literature which he is drawn to to escape a culture he founds intolerable, and his dislikes are elucidated at great length Occasionally Atzbacher speaks for himself, and when this happens the change in narrative perspective is not always immediately apparent.This was my first experience of Bernhard, and I found it intriguing without feeling I want to explore his worlddeeply any time soon Reading Alte Meister Kom die I read it in English but wanted to check its original, full, title , I felt for quite a while as if I were standing in front of a Merry Go Round The sentences kept turning and turning in front of my eyes similar phrases that appeared and reappeared appeasing, quenching and enervating me Echoes of Raymond Queneau s Exercices de style came to mind, but this was different Small variations differentiated each turn Nonetheless while looking at its pages was becomin Reading Alte Meister Kom die I read it in English but wanted to check its original, full, title , I felt for quite a while as if I were standing in front of a Merry Go Round The sentences kept turning and turning in front of my eyes similar phrases that appeared and reappeared appeasing, quenching and enervating me Echoes of Raymond Queneau s Exercices de style came to mind, but this was different Small variations differentiated each turn Nonetheless while looking at its pages was becoming a game of finding the pulse, the beat, and the rhythm of the text I ought to correct this, though, for I was not holding a book of bound paper, I was holding a screen, which with its dematerialized form contributed further to my falling into a kind of textual torpor But then I woke up when I realized that gradually with each turn of already familiar material, something new had slipped in The game thus transformed into detecting the new ingredient, the new piece of information that was making the story advance, not circularly but with some still unknown direction These new elements shone and would each time make me perk up out of my less and less tranquil torpor Then, however, my interest dampened when I run into a long diatribe of generalities that appeared like empty balloons that made the overall pessimistic and fatalistic tone of this circular game, resemble too much the speech of cheap politicians Counteracting the tepid sections were also sparks of humour, of self parody, that the subtitle Kom die underscores These were much needed to lighten the despondent and acerbic tale For indeed, rather than a Merry Go Round this seemed a Gloomy Go Round.But what finally grasped my attention was when the series of scattered pieces of information began forming a picture in my mind The tale then acquired a true pathos The failure of Art, Love, Loss, Fear, Death and ultimate Liberty all these concepts took off and the Merry Go Round stopped its senseless turning view spoiler The one star missing is because in the end I disagreed with its main premise and that is that the fact that life has an end does not make life purposeless What a waste to believe so hide spoiler Old Masters is an angry and bitter book and it is wildly sarcastic It is an intelligent and sorrowful contemplation of the modern society.Man is a dichotomous being Duplicity is a part of the human nature and everybody may become in some degree a two faced Janus The protagonist of Old Masters, Reger is one of a kind There were people who said Reger was mad because only a madman could for decades go every other day except Monday to the picture gallery of the Kunsthistorisches Museum, but he d Old Masters is an angry and bitter book and it is wildly sarcastic It is an intelligent and sorrowful contemplation of the modern society.Man is a dichotomous being Duplicity is a part of the human nature and everybody may become in some degree a two faced Janus The protagonist of Old Masters, Reger is one of a kind There were people who said Reger was mad because only a madman could for decades go every other day except Monday to the picture gallery of the Kunsthistorisches Museum, but he did not believe that Herr Reger is a clever, educated man, Irrsigler said.Every man is an admirer and every man is a hater The art historians trade is the vilest trade there is, and a twaddling art historian, but then there are only twaddling art historians, deserves to be chased out with a whip, chased out of the world of art, Reger said, all art historians deserve to be chased out of the world of art, because art historians are the real wreckers of art and we should not allow art to be wrecked by the art historians who are really art wreckers Listening to an art historian we feel sick, he said, by listening to an art historian we see the art he is twaddling about being ruined, with the twaddle of the art historian art shrivels and is ruined Thousands, indeed tens of thousands of art historians wreck art by their twaddle and ruin it, he said The art historians are the real killers of art, if we listen to an art historian we participate in the wrecking of art, wherever an art historian appears art is wrecked, that is the truth.Every man is an altruist and every man is a misanthrope Even as a child I avoided multitudes, I detested crowds, the accumulation of people, the concentration of vileness and mindlessness and lies Much as we should love each individual, I believe, so we hate the mass.Every man is a master and every man is a servant And we Austrians have the most cunning and at the same time most brainless politicians as murderers of our country and state, Reger said Politicians as state murderers are at the head of our state, politicians as state murderers sit in our parliament, he said, that is the truth Every chancellor and every minister is a state murderer and hence also a national murderer, Reger said, and when one of them departs another arrives, Reger said, when one murderer departs as chancellor, another chancellor arrives as a murderer, when one minister departs as a state murderer another arrives at once.Every man is a revolutionary and every man is a reactionary Fussiness and kitsch, after all, are the two principal characteristics of so called civilized man, highly stylized as he has become into a single human grotesque over hundreds and thousands of years, he said Anything human is kitschy, he said, there can be no doubt about that And so is high art and the highest art.Everyone is ruled by one s mind and one s heart Sometimes our emotions and reason are in harmony and sometimes they are in conflict The older we get thedisappointment we accumulate Inertia accrues and we becomeandconservative and hurt I pulled out several drawers and several chests and looked into them and kept taking out pictures and writings and correspondence of my wife and put everything on the table, one item after another, and progressively inspected everything, and because I am an honest person my dear Atzenbach, I have to admit that I wept while doing so Suddenly I gave my tears free reign, I had not wept for decades and suddenly I gave my tears free reign, Reger said I sat there, giving my tears free reign, and I I pulled out several drawers and several chests and looked into them and kept taking out pictures and writings and correspondence of my wife and put everything on the table, one item after another, and progressively inspected everything, and because I am an honest person my dear Atzenbach, I have to admit that I wept while doing so Suddenly I gave my tears free reign, I had not wept for decades and suddenly I gave my tears free reign, Reger said I sat there, giving my tears free reign, and I wept and wept and wept and wept, Reger said I had not wept in decades, Reger said to me at the Ambassador I have no need to conceal anything or to hide anything, he said, with my eighty two years I have no need to conceal or to hide anything at all, Reger said, and therefore I do not conceal the fact that suddenly I wept and wept again, that I wept again for days, Reger said I sat there, looking at the letters which my wife had written to me over the years and read the notes she had made over the years and just wept Of course we get used to a person over the decades and love them for decades and eventually love themthan anything else and cling to them and when we lose them it is truly as if we had lost everything. I have always thought that it was music that meant everything to me, and at times that it was philosophy, or great or greatest or the very greatest writing, or altogether that it was simply art, but none of it, the whole of art or whatever, is nothing compared to that one beloved person The things we inflict on that one beloved person, Reger said, the thousands and hundreds of thousands of pains we inflicted on this one person whom we lovedthan anyone else, the torments we inflicted on that person and yet we loved themthan anyone else, Reger said When that person whom we lovedthan anyone else is dead they leave us with a terribly guilty conscience with which we have to live after that person s death and which will choke us one day, Reger said None of those books or writings which I had collected in the course of my life and which I had brought to the Singerstrasse flat to cram full all these shelves were ultimately any use, I had been left alone by my wife and all those books and writings were ridiculous Fuck people who call Bernhard a cold nihilist This is a great book about love and grief, about the hypocrisy of people ourselves above all and the inability of art to save us, about embracing survival and finding liberation in the face of tremendous loss In the largest sense it is per the subtitle a comedy, and it utterly destroyed me ,Bernhard Thomas Mann,, , , , , , ,Bernhard Thomas Mann,, , , , , ,, , , , ,, , ,, , Tiksinti s zc n n 150 sayfaya yay lm hali Sanat evreleri ve kitsch kavram zerine yap lan g zellemeler bir yana, Viyana ya dair detaylardan dev irilen nefret Thomas Bernhard n detayc l n n en u noktalar ndan biriydi Viyana tuvaletleri ve restoranlarda kullan lan masa rt leri hakk nda yazd klar n okuduk a Viyana da metrob s olsayd daha neler yazard diye d nmeden edemedim. Senryu Review Breathtaking rancourspewed with wicked humour andtouches of pathos.

Old Masters ePUB ¼ Paperback
  • Paperback
  • 256 pages
  • Old Masters
  • Thomas Bernhard
  • English
  • 06 October 2019
  • 0141192712