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Paperback | 304 pages129 x 195 x 27 | 272g
), and unremittingly arcane; by the end I was in tears’ Teju Cole, Guardian The result is a rich meditation on the past via a melancholy trip along the Suffolk coast, and an intricately patterned and haunting book on the transience of all things human. ISBN: 9780811226158 The book's meandering journey through landscapes, both external and internal, is a meditation on history and decay evoking the sense of ,me's inexorable passing, a theme that resonates deeply in my artwork. Sebald's new book is a work of imaginative literature, the fictional record of a journey on foot through coastal East Anglia, Sebald's home for the last 20 years. Publisher: New Directions Mon: closedTue: 10am-6pmWed: 10am-6pmThu: 10am-9pmFri: 10am-9pmSat: 10am-6pm
Published on 5 November 2020 by Vintage Publishing (Vintage Classics) in the United Kingdom.
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Jane from Ann Arbor
and I can’t even read him in his native German. G.
Beach Books Blog
Writer W. Dashes are so strong, they seem almost illegal. Chance to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, was crossed out by his tragic death. My attachment to him is always mysterious-seeming to me.
endless train rides, meals of little import. Sebald’s language is captivating, you listen closely and cling to his back like a favourite rucksack. Sebald enchants. .
” endless allusions to strange histories. History of civilisation is mixed with descriptions of his walk, dreams with reality, an inhale of epochs with an exhale of loss.
Just like a dog, sniffing the wind, Sebald takes us on flights over time and space on every next step he makes. Sebald or rather his character with the same surname sets off to walk up the Suffolk coastline by the North Sea after completing a big job. He died aged 57, in zenith of his career.
Close to impossible to escape the dreamy landscape, that dwells among the pages; it has soaked into my skin and has become part of my thoughts. Black and white xeroxed photos create an illusion that you can trust the written lines, but can you, really?