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200 pages, Hardcover
Published January 2, 2026
"We have relinquished and abandoned and left behind and forgotten what we believed we had to relinquish, abandon and leave behind and ultimately forget; we have gone out of ourselves and we have gone away and we have gone down by coming down here, but we have relinquished nothing and abandoned nothing and left nothing behind and forgotten nothing; we have in reality extinguished nothing whatsoever, because our parents never informed us of or enlightened us about the fact that our life process is in reality nothing but a pathological process. We used to be up there, in the company of our parents, locked up in our walls and in our rooms and in our books and papers and everything around us and in us was nothing but lethal, and now we are down here, without our parents, and once again we are locked up in these walls of ours and in our rooms and in our books and papers and everything around us and in us is nothing but lethal." (206)The reality is that I will order a newly published volume of Thomas Bernhard's work without question—in this case, a collection of mostly early and generally lesser-known stories published under the title of one of the more whimsical pieces (by Bernhardian standards): Of Seven Fir Trees and the Snow. Overall, the collection was quite underwhelming to me as far as the stories go in and of themselves. I'd characterize most of the pieces as germs which found fuller form in Bernhard's more substantial works—particularly the novels. Compare, for instance, the passage above (from Lowlands—the final story in the collection) to this one in Corrections:
"We enter a world which precedes us but is not prepared for us, and we have to cope with this world, if we can't cope with this world we're done for, but if we survive, for whatever constitutional reason, then we must take care to turn this world, which was a given world but not made for us or ready for us, a world which is all set in any case, because it was made by our predecessors, to attack us and ruin us and finally destroy us, nothing else, we must turn it into a world to suit our own ideas, acting first behind the scenes, inconspicuously, but then with all our might and quite openly, so that we can say after a while that we're living in our own world, not in some previous world, one that is always bound to be of no concern to us and intent upon ruining and destroying us." (174-175)To me, hearing the echoes and finding the connections to other works was probably the most interesting part of reading this collection.