Woodcutters (Vintage International)

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Inesorabilmente non risparmiano nessuno dei presenti, degli assenti, nemmeno dei defunti seppelliti nella stessa mattinata e neppure sé stessi, proseguendo con la consueta ripetizione ossessiva del linguaggio fino all’unico cambio di prospettiva del romanzo, l’abbandono della bergère per accedere al tavolo da pranzo a più stretto contatto con i convitati, mettendo così maggiormente a fuoco (in tutti i sensi…!) i singoli partecipanti a questo inferno dantesco in brodo viennese.

El entierro de Joanna esa misma mañana, seguido de la cena artística, son dos actos de la misma representación teatral en la de los supuestos intelectuales y almas sensibles representan sus patéticos papeles como artistas y mecenas, tratando de obtener algún beneficio de su asistencia. Ambas reuniones devuelven de repente al narrador al marasmo la vida cultural vienesa de los cincuenta, de la que él mismo fue parte activa hasta que se dio cuenta que permanecer significaría su aniquilación como artista y como persona… como ha sucedido finalmente a la propia Joanna.

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To get ourselves out of a tight spot, it seems to me, we are ourselves just as mendacious as those we are always accusing of mendacity, those whom we despise and drag in the dirt for their mendacity; we are not one jot better than the people we constantly find objectionable and insufferable, those repellent people with whom we want to have as few dealings as possible, though; if we are honest, we do have dealings with them and are no different from them. We reproach them with all kinds of objectionable and insufferable behavior and are no less insufferable and objectionable ourselves—perhaps we are even more insufferable and objectionable, it occurs to me.”

There sit the Marianne Moore, the Gertrude Stein and the Virginia Woolf of Vienna, I thought, and yet they are nothing but devious, ambitious little state protégées, who have betrayed literature – and art in general – for the sake of a few ludicrous prizes and a guaranteed pension, kowtowing to the state and its cultural riffraff, churning out their derivative kitsch for the vilest of motives and spending their time going up and down the stairs of the ministries that dole out subventions. You will find Log Piles scattered around the Grove that you can use to deposit your logs and empty your Wood Box directly into your bank! Bird's Nests If you ever have the feeling you just “got what you paid for” and not the long lasting high quality product you expected, please inform us immediately and we will investigate You’ve always lived a life of pretense, not a real life – a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real. One of Bernhard’s trademark traits: He never shied away from controversy. When “Woodcutters” was first published in 1984, a former friend (composer Gerhard Lampersberg) sued the author for defamation - in consequence, all printed copies were confiscated, which of course caused an enormous scandal (Lampersberg and Bernhard later sought an extrajudicial settlement). And Lampersberg was not the only one who felt offended by Bernhard’s text.

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Meanwhile, after a couple of hours, the celebrated actor appears and promptly monopolises the conversation which is entirely about himself. While the unnamed writer sits in his wing chair thinking how utterly detestable the celebrity is, he becomes aware that the actor is perhaps putting on a show for the diners, and that just maybe he isn’t all that bad. And as the narrator continues observing and pondering, he realises that he himself has been ‘guilty’ of the same ‘offences’ that he observes. In fact these people are a mirror image of his own behaviour. Stopping for a meal after the park closes can be a good alternative to waiting to get out of the car park on a busy day. Swear words, sexual references, hate speech, discriminatory remarks, threats, or references to violence Don't forget to build the Eastern Gate from your Miscellaneous menu to let you upgrade to tier 2! Updates to Woodcutting

Woodcutters is a story about the ruination of artistic hopes – it is a complex, multilayered and caustic tale of life in the world of arts. With this update, we will be giving Woodcutting a modest refresh to bring it more in line with other skills. A lot of this involves behind the scene rearrangements of systems that will allow us to more easily and actively update aspects of the skill - such as adding in new Hatchets or Trees and other rewards. We will continue to improve on the core skill in the future and updates like this help to streamline that process. These numbers are based on 1500 cuts per hour. With trees being felled players will realistically hit lower values, but it's best to have a consistent baseline to compare. Mr. Bernhard's portrait of a society in dissolution has a Scandinavian darkness reminiscent of Ibsen and Strindberg, but it is filtered through with a minimalist prose. . . . Woodcutters offers an unusually strange, intense, engrossing literary experience."—Mark Anderson, New York Times Book ReviewWith that said, there are plenty of updates that players will be able to sink their hatchets into. Hatchet Rebalance In a big, old chair at a late night dinner party, the main character sits and rages silently over his hosts, their art snobbery and the general state of the culture scene in Vienna. Half hidden behind a door, he observes the other guests and reminisce on events from the past. He regrets accepting the invitation to this "late night artistic dinner" with old acquaintances he obviously loathes. My Norwegian translation has a subtitle that can be translated as "An agitation", which is very fitting. The language is rhythmic, almost hypnotic, very repetitive and intense. The whole book is about the main character's agitation, rage, melancholy and despair.

Thurgo can create Imcando hatchets with all four Imcando hatchet fragments and additional materials.Why? I don't know. Maybe that's a lot my own words and thought expended upon something neither particularly insightful nor applicable to Bernhard, here or in whole. And it's a bleak presentation—for if we're in the kind of echo chamber where a corroded mind turns itself against the world, diminishes the latter to the point of execration and simultaneously is leeched of its will by that degraded world it so perceives, where lies the road to salvation? With Bernhard, often in suicide, or early death from the inevitable breakdowns deriving from such severe physical and mental impairment. And if bodily extinction manages to be avoided, it's to pursue the course of isolation: removing oneself from the pathogens of the modern world and its ravenous populace—either by hiding oneself away (preferably in, say, a garret) to pass the days in reading great works, pacing the floor, and burnishing that (one) perfect idea that resides within the mind and should/will/must never be brought out of that idealized womb; or else absconding into the heart of quiet, forested, being-empty nature, where in tranquil silence and arboreal envelopment one can find the harmony so alien to life as experienced within the bustle and schemes, inevitable despairs and spiritual envelopment of mastering civilization.