The judge and protagonist of this roman noir is Erwin Caldwell. The year is 1992, and the rivers in and around rain-soaked Austin are flooding their banks. The life of the city is thrown into confusion, and Judge Caldwell, a comfortably married man for thirty years, has an affair with the owner of a small bookstore. His stepdaughter returns home after being denied tenure at Harvard, her little boy in tow, and Judge Caldwell learns of the death of drowning of the Dutch philosopher-semanticist Jan van de Rouwers, revered by a generation of Texas university students. Murder or suicide? Van de Rouwers has been discovered to have been not a World War II Resistance fighter as supposed, but a Nazi collaborator and anti-Semite apologist. Caldwell, who is Jewish, ponders the disconcerting turns of history and life in Texas. And what does this all have to do with a dog? Thereby hangs the tale...
"La crudeltà, questo l'ho imparato, ha enormi riserve."
“[...] il male non ci fa immediatamente capire di essere tale. Siamo noi che ce ne dobbiamo accorgere. Insomma, non è come nei film polizieschi alla televisione.”
Il bene e il male. “Due dèi che hanno creato il mondo ognuno per conto proprio e una notte buia s’incontrano stupiti nel mezzo dell’oscurità cosmica”.
Il bene e il male, dicevamo. Soprattutto il male (perché la malvagità ha davvero grandi riserve). Per occuparsi di questo tema Gustafsson prende a prestito le riflessioni di un giudice fallimentare texano la cui vita alienata è popolata di ombre più che di relazioni umane vere e proprie (unica eccezione il tenero rapporto con il nipotino di 6 anni). Le riflessioni traggono spunto da alcuni eventi e dal ricordo (come ama i ricordi questo autore! eppure il passato per lui non è un blocco immutabile dal quale apprendere una lezione, ma materia da plasmare sui pensieri presenti…) di alcuni episodi della sua vita… L’abisso incolmabile che si crea tra lui e la moglie da un lato e una coppia di “amici” vegetariani con cui passano una vacanza; una partita di pallavolo tra i collaboratori di uno studio legale, che si trasforma in un’occasione per dar sfogo ai rancori inespressi; un esimio e stimato professore universitario di filosofia morale di cui viene a galla un passato nella propaganda nazista; la barbara uccisione di un cane; i racconti presi dalla stampa scandalistica della fantasiosa parrucchiera Windy; una tartaruga dimenticata in una scatola e trovata morta; e altro ancora, il tutto legato da un filo incerto… episodi bizzarri o quasi banali, spesso raggelanti. Ogni episodio un pretesto per riflessioni e divagazioni, pensieri, ricordi, conversazioni con un aspirafango. Gustafsson è così. Leggere un suo libro è riaprire un altro capitolo della sua opera, lasciata in sospeso, e riprendere il filo; è incontrare un vecchio amico. A volte tra le sue pagine brilla un quasi impercettibile umorismo; in altri casi, come questo, i suoi pensieri sono più cupi e pesanti.
“[...] possiamo diventare un nulla. E solo perché qualcuno ha smesso di amarci. [...] Quanta sofferenza inutile dovrà contenere questo mondo, prima di finire?”
Mi era venuta voglia di leggere ancora questo autore dopo aver saputo che è morto ai primi di Aprile di quest’anno. Chissà caro amico Lars, se sei uscito da quella bottiglia di Klein che uno dei tuoi bizzarri personaggi supponeva essere il tempo, in un altro libro. Buon viaggio, in ogni caso.
"Non che preferirei essere morto, non è questo che intendo. Ma preferirei non dover essere qualcuno in particolare."
Mit viel Ironie und Leichtigkeit erzählt Gustafsson von einem Konkursrichter, der in Texas am Ufer des (wohlgemerkt kleinen!) Colorado lebt. Gerne beobachtet er junge, attraktive Kassiererinnen, erstellt schon nahezu eine Typologie der Biosupermarkt-Kunden (die hat auch heute, 24 Jahre nach Erscheinen des Buches ihren Charme), berichtet von Vegetariern und den Nöten derer Freunde, die dem Fleisch weder abschwören wollen, noch können. Mit viel Wärme wird aber das Verhältnis zum Enkel geschildert, die Nähe zu ihm und die Sorge um ihn, wenn er dem reißenden Fluss (wir erinnern uns - der kleine Colorado) zu nahe kommt.
Aber noch etwas anderes bewegt den Richter: Kürzlich starb sein alter Philosophie-Professor van de Rouwers. Immer stärker verdichtet sich der Verdacht, dass dieser Mann, der Vorlesungen über Moral hielt, selbst wenig moralisch handelte, als er zurzeit des Faschismus üble, rassistische Artikel für eine niederländische Zeitschrift schrieb. In den USA kreierte er sich dann schnell eine Widerstandsbiografie. Na, Vorbild erkannt? Paul de Man stand hier ganz eindeutig Pate.
Diese neuen Erkenntnisse werfen den Richter ein wenig aus der Bahn. Da passiert diese titelgebende Sache mit dem Hund. Dann gibt es noch die Affäre mit der Buchhändlerin. Sowie die merkwürdigen Science Fiction-Romane, die ihr verschwundener Mann schrieb. Wie hängt das alles zusammen? So genau kann ich das gar nicht sagen, aber es macht großen Spaß es zu lesen! Das war mein erster Gustafsson, aber bestimmt nicht mein letzter.
A wry, sardonic novel resembling at times a Swedish Kurt Vonnegut. Apart from the short and insignificant tale of the battered canine, this features incidents from the life of the titular Texan bankruptcy judge, a charming if suspicious late-middle-aged man pondering vicissitudes and eking out a surreal and questioning existence. This writer’s voice is unique and invites pleasing comparisons with luminaries Flann O’Brien, Raymond Queneau, and Mr. V as mentioned. Looking forward to plundering the oeuvre (and a tip of the hat to Jonathan for the introduction).
What began as a rather interesting read slowly (and unfortunately) developed into a complete bore. After reading a good 87% of this drivel I decided to throw in the towel. I have one more title to attempt to read before I quit for good on this, what I believed to be, promising author.
Bizarro. Mentre lo leggevo,mi chiedevo se ero nello stesso libro ad ogni capitolo; è divertente, ma in qualche modo sconnesso. Da attribuire all'humour nordico o a qualche intenzione dell'autore nel mescolare le carte?
Den här romanen svajar mellan tre-fyra stjärnor. Bitvis genial, bitvis snurrigt pratig. Romanens undertitel är "Ur en texansk konkursdomares dagböcker och brev." En i större delen av boken osympatisk pratkvarn, ah, det är i och för sig hans dagbok, och i en sån kan man skriva vad man känner för. Svordomar och hat mot djur. Han har slagit ihjäl en hund. Kan det bli värre? Den rev i hans soptunnor, är det verkligen förmildrande? Helt klart är 'dagbokstexten' inte att lita på. Här och där påstår han saker, som han senare återberättar på annat sätt. Alltså kan detta sägas vara en 'realistiskt' fladdrig text. Människor som växer ifrån varandra, förlorar känslan för personer man först tyckt om, relationer kallnar.
Caldwell får dock ett sympatiskt drag när hans styv-barnbarn, Tom, bor hemma hos paret Caldwell en sommar, när styvdottern Nancy just skilt sig. Han känner bandet mellan sig och den lille 6-årige pojken, hans egen sårbarhet kommer nästan upp till ytan inför det sårbara barnet. Innan dess har han stoppat ner allt han inte vill se under sin blanka yta.
Det är inte meningen att vi ska lita på honom. Det går inte att lita på någon i romanen. Romanen visar upp en mycket mörk bild av världen, där alla har mörka sidor och våld på sitt samvete. Djur dör, mördas, människor mördas. Översvämning hotar trakten kring Caldwells tomt vid flodstranden, båtar skadas, träd kommer flytande, bryggor, sedan hela hus/strandskjul. Caldwell börjar funderar över om han måste börja tro på domedagspratet om Global klimatförändring.
Och huvudtemat är frågan om Gud finns eller inte. 'Om Gud inte finns, varifrån kommer det goda? Om Gud finns, varifrån kommer det onda?' Romanen leker med det dystopiska, thrillers och till och med deckare, som ram till många människors virriga tankar kring vad människans livsvillkor innebär. Hans skickliga omtyckta lärare i filosofi och etik, visar sig ha ett förflutet som antisemitisk nazist. och Caldwell själv är jude, men få vet det, och själv visar han inga tecken att ta just det på allvar. Själv får han frågorna kring gudsbegreppet främst från filosofi-undervisning, och senare av att denna professor blir hans granne. Men även genom styv-sonsonens funderingar, och några Sci-Fi romaner. Det är den moderna människans livsram.
Jag känner inte att romanen verkligen har något 'svar' den vill förmedla, eller så förstår jag inte det fina i kråksången. Men jag tycker om det som Caldwell kallar 'ensamhetsproblemet'. Att alla har sin egen världsbild/gudsbild, och vi vet aldrig om det andra ser och upplever är detsamma, eller om vi alla har unika upplevelser. Språkförbistringen är problemet. Vi vet aldrig om vi pratar om samma sak. Här känner jag verkligen igen mig.
La verdad, me ha gustado bastante 👌🏼 creo que Lars Gustafsson matiza muy bien problema morales, éticos, sociales y filosóficos. Es crudo para muchas cosas con sus personajes, una crudeza humana.
Este libro es chévere de analizar y pensar desde las moralidades que nos rodean. Tiene sus comentarios sarcásticos y críticos bien desarrollados. Además, entre líneas hay unas cuantas clases de filosofía.
No sé si sea adecuado comenzar a leer a Lars Gustafsson por este libro, ya que estoy esperando Wendy y el Decano al momento en el que escribo este. No son serializados, pero investigando un poco entendí que algo tienen entre sí. Lo que si puedo decir es que es un libro que te va atrapando de a poco.
Like “Sigismund,” a lesser known but stronger work in the Gustafsson catalogue (this is only my second), “the Tale of a Dog” tells a rather inconsequential story in an entirely inventive way. Stylistically, very lucid. The author’s particular brilliances find expression in his plotting. There are, again quite like “Sigismund,” tantalizing crossovers of philosophy and sci-fi and history. For one reason or another, phrases such as “deft obliquity,” which figure not in the book, come to mind.
Leicht gehässiges Sittengemälde der Austiner Universitätsszene in den 90er Jahren aus der Perspektive eines alten weißen Mannes, der sich selbst aber auch nicht sehr gern mag. Mit gelegentlich ausschweifenden Betrachtungen verschiedener Tiere. Hunde, Kakerlaken, Schildkröten.
Uma escrita interessante, um livro curioso em que temos um tipo de investigação policial, em conjunto com questões filosóficas e de lógica. Claramente a obra retrata um ambiente académico, influencia da vida e experiencia do autor.
A 3.5, really, but would have to read again to fully understand, which might make it better. It twists back and forth in time, making it almost impossible to gauge where or when in the narrator's universe I am. It starts out with him admitting to murder and ends on him discovering the murder, leading me to confusion. I suppose it's really an ambitious study of mundanity and loss of human feeling. The narrator is as dead on the inside as he can be; constantly contradicting himself (feeling attached and loyal to his wife, then condescending to her and cheating all the way through) and the novel hints of paranoid schizophrenia (or the beginning of it).In this way it is a powerful look at the inside thoughts of someone very different to the norm, and it draws you in and makes you sympathise.
That said, it was very set up and on several points I disagreed not only with the narrator's views but the author's, which leaked through as opinions from third parties. One such was the discussion between Paul and Erwin, in which a Philosophy student complained that she had never had a moral dilemma to write an essay on, and that Paul was sure there were many like her. This is just a lazy criticism of today's schooling system and the true state of "knowledge" of those attending university, which in some ways is warranted, but made ridiculous when exaggerated. The same air pervades the entire novel and makes it snobbish and at times, difficult to accept. I didn't buy any of the metaphysical mumbo jumbo, either.
"I still find it hard to understand how vegetarians survive. There's no food in their food." (34)
I first heard of this book when Maximus (whose real name is Massimo) was reading it in Italian translation at Lain camp. We talked (in Latin) about this book, which I had to previously heard of, and Umberto Eco's The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, which we had both read and enjoyed (he in the original Italian, I in English translation. As a parting gift for the fact that I had picked him up from the airport and driven him around, Maximus gave me an English translations of this Swedish book largely focusing on a judge in Texas.
While set in Texas, this short novel is distinctly European in its moral ambiguity and its narrative rambling. The judge has beaten a dog to death, and while freely admitting the deed, he does not at all feel guilty for it. There are lots of sub-plots and diversions, and in many ways it's a free ranging exploration rather than a continuous plot. Because the reader hears the tales from the judge's particular perspective (that's his quotation about vegetarians above), and because he is rather sympathetically portrayed, the serious moral questions don't ever seem heavy handed.
Quirky book, kind of interesting, well drawn central character, makes you think about how much you really know about the people around you. Felt a bit too contrived for me, but generally worth a read.
Many words. Few original sentences. Some interesting ideas that remains undeveloped. Could have been five different novels. Maybe I have read too many novels about academic, aging, horny men with a lost sense of purpose. I liked the part with the grandchild. I got bored with the letters.