“At night Amar芒q is coated with a darkness as viscous as unmixed colors, neither the fjord nor the mountains, valleys, lakes, or the river exist, there is only a black mass, a void that spreads across the landscape sporadically, pressing what糖心传媒檚 left but leaving holes that it fills with abstract elements, moving pictures, waves of light in a sea of light.

At night Amar芒q becomes a broad plain that melts the two dimensions into the third, the earth with the sky糖心传媒攕uddenly everything is sky.糖心传媒�

Immediately, Anna Kim’s Anatomy of a Night (translated by Bradley Schmidt) draws us in and confines us to a small, five-hour sliver of life in Amar芒q Greenland: an impoverished Inuit village that is plagued by a wave of suicides. Over the course of these pages糖心传媒攖hrough deep personal ties and chilling alienation糖心传媒攖he topics of poverty, isolation, and suicide swirl around the inhabitants of the town. Is it the poverty and isolation that drives these folks to take their own lives? Is the strained history between Greenland and Denmark a factor? Or is there something more, something deeper and ingrained in Amar芒q?

Anatomy of a Night is broken up into one-hour sections, with each section broken down into smaller vignettes. It is in these snippets that we learn about the villagers and their relationships. We are thrown into this insular society without much of an introduction and only over the course of the novel do we see the relationships between people develop and dissolve, and see the emergence of Amar芒q as the real binding element. All of these characters are inherently tied to the village in one way or another through generations or a personal calling. Because of the evolving web of stories across the whole of the novel, identifying a key example of this intricate technique is very difficult¹; however, one of the most interesting relationships is between Ole and Magnus, two adolescent boys who resolve to commit tandem suicide:

糖心传媒淭hey wrap the scarves around the bedposts, tie knots. They sit down on the carpet, close to the post, wrapping one end around each of their throats, and knotting them under their chins. They work synchronously, their movements are coordinated, practiced.糖心传媒�

And farther down the page:

糖心传媒淢agnus sits back down on the floor, scoots over to the bed, takes the scarf, wraps it around the end of the bedpost, and knots it under his chin; light from the street falls on the wall, on the pictures Magnus had cut out of magazines and schoolbooks. He considered them outrageously beautiful photos, until about a year ago, when he stopped collecting them because he could no longer remember why he had started. It糖心传媒檚 always the same motif: a sandy beach, the ocean in the background so blue it appeared to merge with the sky, but there was no horizon糖心传媒攖he horizon was missing in all of the pictures.糖心传媒�

Even during one of the most intimate moments one person can have with another, there still lingers a sense of loneliness and alienation. Though a little more than halfway through the novel, these passages are like a skeleton key, unlocking a well-guarded secret糖心传媒攐r maybe they just deepen the mystery.

At times, especially at the very beginning, the prose is a little difficult to grasp hold of, but what really catches and draws you in is Bradley Schmidt糖心传媒檚 masterful rendering of Anna Kim糖心传媒檚 text. Schmidt糖心传媒檚 deft touch allows the prose to sing with full force; a pleasure to read from the first word to the last. Anna Kim糖心传媒檚 gorgeous ebook (YES! Ebooks can be gorgeous), published by the new Berlin based Frisch & Co., is a haunting, thoughtful, beautiful work that sticks with you long after it糖心传媒檚 done.

¹ Here is a , illustrating this point.

Jen is a former 糖心传媒 student, and a translator from German. Her first book-length translation, (Open Letter Books), comes out next week.

Here’s the beginning of Jen’s review:

“At night Amar芒q is coated with a darkness as viscous as unmixed colors, neither the fjord nor the mountains, valleys, lakes, or the river exist, there is only a black mass, a void that spreads across the landscape sporadically, pressing what糖心传媒檚 left but leaving holes that it fills with abstract elements, moving pictures, waves of light in a sea of light.

At night Amar芒q becomes a broad plain that melts the two dimensions into the third, the earth with the sky糖心传媒攕uddenly everything is sky.糖心传媒�

Immediately, Anna Kim’s Anatomy of a Night (translated by Bradley Schmidt) draws us in and confines us to a small, five-hour sliver of life in Amar芒q Greenland: an impoverished Inuit village that is plagued by a wave of suicides. Over the course of these pages糖心传媒攖hrough deep personal ties and chilling alienation糖心传媒攖he topics of poverty, isolation, and suicide swirl around the inhabitants of the town. Is it the poverty and isolation that drives these folks to take their own lives? Is the strained history between Greenland and Denmark a factor? Or is there something more, something deeper and ingrained in Amar芒q?

Head over here for the rest of the review.

bq, Working in the traditions of Robert Walser, Robert Pinget, and Laurence Sterne, Ror Wolf creates strangely entertaining and condensed stories that call into question the very nature of what makes a story a story. Almost an anti-book, Two or Three Years Later: Forty-Nine Digressions takes as its basis the small, diurnal details of life, transforming these oft-overlooked ordinary experiences of nondescript people in small German villages into artistic meditations on ambiguity, repetition, and narrative.

Incredibly funny and playful, Two or Three Years Later is unlike anything you糖心传媒檝e ever read糖心传媒攆rom German or any other language. These stories of men observing other men, of men who may or may not have been wearing a hat on a particular Monday (or was it Tuesday?), are delightful word-puzzles that are both intriguing and enjoyable.

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The immediate reaction to the title of this novel conjures images of sex, however the book deals with sexual desire in a round about way. It isn糖心传媒檛 the actual act of sex that is pornographic, but its entanglement with power, domination, desire and obsession. Fryderyk and Gombrowicz believe themselves to be in control, but there are a few moments where the reader catches a glimpse of shifts in power, such as the scene where Karol, Henia and the two men are conversing outside:

Karol kept rocking, his legs spread apart, she raised her leg to scratch her calf糖心传媒攂ut his shoe, resting just on the heel, rose, made a half-turn, and squashed the earthworm糖心传媒ust at one end, just as much as the reach of his foot allowed, because he didn糖心传媒檛 feel like lifting his heel from the ground, the rest of the worm糖心传媒檚 thorax began to stiffen and squirm, which he watched with interest. This would not have been any more important than a fly糖心传媒檚 throes of death on a flytrap or a moth糖心传媒檚 within the glass of a lamp糖心传媒攊f Fryderyk糖心传媒檚 gaze, glassy, had not sucked itself onto that earthworm, extracting its suffering to the full. One could imagine that he would be indignant, but in truth there was nothing within him but penetration into torture, draining the chalice to the last drop. He hunted it, sucked it, caught it, took it in and糖心传媒攏umb and mute, caught in the claws of pain糖心传媒攈e was unable to move. Karol looked at him out of the corner of his eye but did not finish off the earthworm, he saw Fryderyk糖心传媒檚 horror as sheer hysterics . . .

Henia糖心传媒檚 shoe moved forward and she crushed the worm.
But only from the opposite end, with great precision, saving the central part so that it could continue to squirm and twist.

All of it糖心传媒攚as insignificant . . . as far as the crushing of a worm can be trivial and insignificant.

The memory of the worm-crushing resurfaces later in the narrative as Fryderyk糖心传媒檚 obsession with his own perverse games intensifies. This excerpt exemplifies the delicate balance between controllers and controlled, through the narrative and Gombrowicz糖心传媒檚 language constructions. Just as mundane events can represent something greater, so can the linguistic construction of the text. In trying to preserve the dream-like and often stilted world Gombrowicz narrates, Borchardt makes very liberal use of ellipses. In this scene, Gombrowicz has grown anxious over the trip he is going to take with Fryderyk:

Travel there? The two of us? I was beset by misgivings, difficult to express, about the two of us traveling . . . because to take him there with me, to the countryside, so that he could continue his game, well . . . And his body, that body so糖心传媒μ切拇綕peculiar糖心传媒�? . . . To travel with him and ignore his untiring 糖心传媒渟ilently-shouting impropriety糖心传媒�? . . . To burden myself with someone so 糖心传媒� compromised and, as a result, so compromising糖心传媒�? . . .

In the previous English translation (from the French) the ellipses are present, but the word choice in Borchardt糖心传媒檚 translation accentuates the text糖心传媒檚 repetitiveness bringing the sense of anxiety to a new level of confusion and internal anguish. In the Alastair Hamilton translation this excerpt reads:

Should we go? Both of us? I had fearful doubts about the journey . . . What take him so that he could continue his game don there, in the country? . . . And his body which was so糖心传媒o specific? Travel with him regardless of his 糖心传媒渙bvious but hidden indecency?” . . . Look after somebody so 糖心传媒渃ompromised糖心传媒� and therefore so 糖心传媒渃ompromising糖心传媒� . . .

Borchardt糖心传媒檚 disturbances in the flow of the work may seem off-setting in the context of this review, but coupled with the rhythmic repetition of words and phrases throughout the text she brings forward the nuances of Gombrowicz糖心传媒檚 masterful prose. In this isolated psycho-thriller, where anxiety runs high within a small group of people cut off from the terrors around them, obsession and terror still rule.

Jennifer Marquart has contributed to Three Percent in the past and is an aspiring German translator and recent 糖心传媒 graduate.

Witold Gombrowicz is one of the best writers of the twentieth century, and is most well known for Ferdydurke. One of my favorite (apocryphal) anecdotes about Gombrowicz is about how one day in Buenos Aires he was ranting about Borges to his friends (the two authors didn’t really get along), and one of them interrupted to ask if he had ever even read Borges. “Pfft. Why would I waste my time reading that crap?”

On a more serious note, a number of Gombrowicz books have been either retranslated or reissued over the past few years, including: Cosmos (hardcover from Yale is OP, paperback from Grove due out in September), and All are worth reading . . .

Here’s the opening of Jennifer’s review:

Darkly humorous, witty and terrifying, Witold Gombrowicz糖心传媒檚 Pornographia translated for the first time into English out of the original Polish by Danuta Borchardt, captures the tense and surreal lives of two men looking for an escape from city life in 1943 Warsaw. The narrator, Witold Gombrowicz, and his companion, Fryderyk, leave the city and stay with Hipolit, his wife Maria and their daughter Henia and the farmhand Karol. It doesn糖心传媒檛 take long for the men to grow bored of the quiet country life, causing them to devise intricate plans to get Karol and Henia to sleep together. They set up meetings and prod the teenagers with questions of sexual attraction to one another. These simple games escalate to a masterfully choreographed play, aimed at breaking-up Henia and her fianc茅. Part joke and part perverse desire, Gombrowicz and Fryderyk糖心传媒檚 plans take a bizarre turn following the murder of Henia糖心传媒檚 future mother-in-law. Hidden notes, hostages, murder-conspiracies and the ultimate manipulation of youth, love and a detached thirst for power are now in play.

The immediate reaction to the title of this novel conjures images of sex, however the book deals with sexual desire in a round about way. It isn糖心传媒檛 the actual act of sex that is pornographic, but its entanglement with power, domination, desire and obsession. Fryderyk and Gombrowicz believe themselves to be in control, but there are a few moments where the reader catches a glimpse of shifts in power, such as the scene where Karol, Henia and the two men are conversing outside.

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