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By Ingeborg Bachmann. New York: Alfred A. May 17, Credit To preserve these articles as they originally appeared, The Times does not alter, edit or update them. Occasionally the digitization process introduces transcription errors or other problems; we are continuing to work to improve these archived versions. MOST of these stories by Ingeborg Bachmann, the Austrian poet and playwright, might be called meditations on universal themes. There is very little in them of developed characterization or conventional actiom Personalities and incidents serve metaphoric truth; an aspect of human experienceis abstracted, dramatized, summarized.
The membership is united in a compelling need to talk. It is given to aggressive explanation and apparently rational argument. Individual members try to hide their true feelings from one another and even from themselves. The murder and madness of the past are seemingly explained away.
The story pleads for any man, a murderer or madman in his emotions and desires, who will choose not to act. Such a man will reject guiilt If he becomes a victim—the author asks—who can say he has been sacrificed to nothing? By a logical accident another young man dies, he comes alive to himself. Whatever the question, it is resolved always by the difficult choice or the uncomfortable insight.
No doubt the more abstract stories lose something in translation. Some of these pieces seem lacking in nuance and overtone. The concern is with characterization and with social and psychological factors.
Still, trust Miss Bachmann not to make a case history; individuality, personal freedom, power and responsibility are among the concepts importantly touched upon.
The Thirtieth Year Quotes
La stessa aria di Bernhard, di Hoffmannstal, di Schnitzler. La stessa aria delle foreste in quota, rarefatta, gelida, impietosa. Dialoghi in alcuni punti che ricordano quelli di Deserto Rosso, di Antonioni. There are two "key themes" that run through all the pieces, in various ways: the unequal relations between men and women, and the moral problem of living in a post-war world. Only "Undine goes" and "A step to Gomorrah" have explicitly feminine narrative viewpoints.
THE THIRTIETH YEAR
By Ingeborg Bachmann. New York: Alfred A. May 17, Credit To preserve these articles as they originally appeared, The Times does not alter, edit or update them.
The Thirtieth Year
Had she not died untimely aged forty-seven then surely she would have at least been considered. The Thirtieth Year was her first collection of short-stories and has been acclaimed as a major work in the post-war era. She explores the strained relationships that succumb to the nature of guilt and self-awareness with an immediacy and shrewdness that worked ever so well. These narratives are not written in the conventional sense, they are rather moments of reflection, impressionistic monologues that delve deep into the troubled waters in which the protagonists find themselves. The other four stories see a confrontation with an unknown murder, a Judge suffering a nervous breakdown, a woman tasting life outside of her patriarchal marriage, before closing with the shortest story about the inhumane world being seen by the water nymph Undine.
The Thirtieth Year: Stories
Akikazahn It is a wonderful piece of poetry in prose which conveys lyrical impressions of people and places and reveals philosophical insights into the human condition. These stories are probably not for everyone, but I still return to this collection every few years. While reading an Ingeborg Bachmann book, the experience is different. La stessa aria delle foreste in quota, rarefatta, gelida, impietosa. Thanks for telling us about the problem.