By W. G. Sebald
After Nature, W. G. Sebald’s first literary paintings, now translated into English by way of Michael Hamburger, explores the lives of 3 males hooked up by means of their stressed wondering of humankind’s position within the flora and fauna. From the efforts of every, “an order arises, in areas appealing and comforting, notwithstanding extra merciless, too, than the former nation of ignorance.” the 1st determine is the good German Re-naissance painter Matthias Grünewald. the second one is the Enlightenment botanist-explorer Georg Steller, who observed Bering to the Arctic. The 3rd is the writer himself, who describes his wanderings between landscapes scarred by means of the wrecked certainties of past ages.
After Nature introduces some of the topics that W. G. Sebald explored in his next books. A haunting imaginative and prescient of the waxing and waning tides of beginning and devastation that lie at the back of and sooner than us, it confirms the author’s place as probably the most profound and unique writers of our time.
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35 If I suffered from the necessity of producing a systematic interpretation of these objects, I would never take the direction of any of the classical methods of exploring the unconscious, whose reducibility to Oedipus I would, in the best case scenario, presuppose, and would be much more tempted to resort to the somnambulistic method of Objectanalysis as I defined and utilized it in Two Invisible Women Knock on My Door, a Dying Woman Offers Them an Envelope on my Behalf (manuscript, 1944). But my lyrical-subjective and amorousobjective position before the five received objects necessarily prevents me from systematizing the voluptuous vertigo I experience in merely contemplating them and what necessarily is being suggested to me is to maintain and aggravate my vertigo to the fainting point, to allow myself to be passionately drawn towards all the lascivious and chaotic traps which are being set for me.
I am moved to tears by my metallic gaze and the corpse's sneer I sport upon my lips. I am calm and more certain of myself than if I had swallowed a lactating cow. I stroll about with a step of marble, listen with an ear of drums, I scrutinize with an eyeball shooting out of the middle of my forehead like a tree that would tint its leaves its own favorite hue. I challenge myself to a game of marbles, which I extract from my pockets and I am always the winner. Chance is on my side incessantly. It is fruitless to calculate probabilities in matters of chance, chance is nothing if not auspicious.
In light of these atrocious and sudden strikes, veritable alarm signals, the genial embraces that double them suddenly seem suspect to me, and my most urgent necessity alike, projecting the theoretical void that unravels me and paralyzes all of my mental activities, to create around me a corresponding void which, despite its suffocating and unendurable aspect, eliminates the cloying admixture of good and evil furnished to me by the exterior world and which for me is the image of the Oedipal double and the most sinister mask of error.