L'assistente



[Ebook] ➪ L'assistente ➩ Robert Walser – E17streets4all.co.uk A proposito di una riedizione di questo capolavoro romanzesco del , Hermann Hesse scrisse che rileggere un testo amato trent anni prima era una singolare esperienza Al contrario di molti romanzi famos A proposito di una riedizione di questo capolavoro romanzesco del , Hermann Hesse scrisse che rileggere un testo amato trent anni prima era una singolare esperienza Al contrario di molti romanzi famosi dell epoca, L assistente superava la prova stupendamente E Walter Benjamin scrisse che le storie raccontate da Walser sono di una delicatezza del tutto inconsueta, questo lo pu capire chiunque Non tutti invece vedono che in esse non c la tensione nervosa della vita decadente, ma l aria pura e forte della vita che guarisce Dopo la pubblicazione delle opere complete, Robert Walser, vagabondo, camminatore instancabile, ospite di ospedali psichiatrici e cliniche come di conventi di un culto contemporaneo, ma sempre poeta, stato annoverato tra i maggiori autori di lingua tedesca di questo secolo.L'assistente

Robert Walser, a German Swiss prose writer and novelist, enjoyed high repute among a select group of authors and critics in Berlin early in his career, only to become nearly forgotten by the time he committed himself to the Waldau mental clinic in Bern in January Since his death in , however, Walser has been recognized as German Switzerland s leading author of the first half of the twentieth century, perhaps Switzerland s single significant modernist In his homeland he has served as an emboldening exemplar and a national classic during the unparalleled expansion of German Swiss literature of the last two generationsWalser s writing is characterized by its linguistic sophistication and animation His work exhibits several sets of tensions or contrasts between a classic modernist devotion to art and a ceaseless questioning of the moral legitimacy and practical utility of art between a spirited exuberance in style and texture and recurrent reflective melancholy between the disparate claims of nature and culture and between democratic respect for divergence in individuals and elitist reaction to the values of the mass culture and standardization of the industrial age.

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    If you re looking for a CBR and CBZ reader esse non c la tensione nervosa della vita decadente, ma l aria pura e forte della vita che guarisce Dopo la pubblicazione delle opere complete, Robert Walser, vagabondo, camminatore instancabile, ospite di ospedali psichiatrici e cliniche come di conventi di un culto contemporaneo, ma sempre poeta, stato annoverato tra i maggiori autori di lingua tedesca di questo secolo."/>
  • Paperback
  • 229 pages
  • L'assistente
  • Robert Walser
  • Italian
  • 12 March 2019
  • 8806118102

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  1. says:

    Watching a Train WreckEssential reading for the aspiring entrepreneur evenso for his or her partner Over a six month period, the protagonist, Joseph, observes the disintegration of a family driven to penury by its obsessive paterfamilias Joseph watches as all the emotional and financial resources of the family are consumed by a business project Having recently read Barbara Kingsolver s Poisonwood Bible , I am struck by the commonality of experi Watching a Train WreckEssential reading for the aspiring entrepreneur evenso for his or her partner Over a six month period, the protagonist, Joseph, observes the disintegration of a family driven to penury by its obsessive paterfamilias Joseph watches as all the emotional and financial resources of the family are consumed by a business project Having recently read Barbara Kingsolver s Poisonwood Bible , I am struck by the commonality of experience related in books written a century apart.In The Assistant, the role of Kingsolver s fundamentalist African missionary is played by a Swiss German engineer but the personalities and the sociology in which the action takes place are identical in the two books Both centre on compulsive, irresponsible males who inflict their personal visions on their families The wives are aware of both the incompetence and neurotic drive of their husbands yet they choose to continue their loyalty and support The effects of this complicity in the delusions of male dominance are tragic in both cases One can only marvel how deeply ingrained this deference to male desire for whatever it is they think they want money, power, reputation, redemption in our culture It is shameful, not so much because it exists but because it is so persistent despite widespread publicity about its destructiveness Ever since fiction has been widely available to a literate population, the same theme of the exploitation of families by dominant males is consistently described Yet males continue to provide the excuse of doing it for the family And females continue to believe the male rhetoric, oblivious to both the selfishness and the risk implied by such a rationale Men lie They start by lying to themselves about things like ambition, and personal fulfilment, and making the world a better place They re encouraged to do so by other men who want to justify their own lies And when no one calls their bluff, they lie to everyone else, particularly their families.Apparently, given a chance, women do the same

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    Start with that figure at the door early one morning He seems to have materialised out of thin air And now here he is, expected to play the main role in a story, he doesn t seem to know himself how he came to be here There is no indication of his provenance, here he is, here and now, at the door of a free standing, seemingly spruce residence Seemingly Why seemingly Whether a house is spruce and tidy is only ever apparent to the eye, surely That eeriness, that sense of things somewhat o Start with that figure at the door early one morning He seems to have materialised out of thin air And now here he is, expected to play the main role in a story, he doesn t seem to know himself how he came to be here There is no indication of his provenance, here he is, here and now, at the door of a free standing, seemingly spruce residence Seemingly Why seemingly Whether a house is spruce and tidy is only ever apparent to the eye, surely That eeriness, that sense of things somewhat out of kilter, continues It is raining The young man is well nigh astonished to find that he is carrying an umbrella For he never owned an umbrella in his early years aren t these his early years If he s young What child ever owns an umbrella At the end of one down stretched arm there is a cheap, tatty suitcase Before the eyes of this man who had apparently just come from a journey was an enamel sign on which could be read C Tobler, Technical Office He waited a moment, as if to consider something that was almost certainly inconsequential, then he pressed the button of the electric bell, whereupon a person came, to all appearances a maid, to let him in Own translation To all appearances Should we not trust what we see Joseph, for that is his name, announces himself as the new employee der neue Angestellte, a word that connotes a relationship with C Tobler based on contract, on commercial principles, on clearly defined agreements regarding such things as hours of work, payment rendered, notice required for dismissal or resignation, a word that we associate with clear roles and structures, obligations, rights, duties, tax and insurance docked, maybe, maybe the odd perk here and there for outstanding work that goes beyond the line of duty A word at odds with the title Der Geh lfe for that is an outmoded word, one that conjures a farpersonal connection, a personal assistant, helpmate, amanuensis And indeed it is an oddly archaic world that Joseph enters For although Tobler is an engineer who designs thoroughly modern machines that range from the moderately original a clock with added wings on each side for advertising to the bizarre a vending machine for bullets to the potentially useful a wheelchair for the sick , the role he sees for himself is that of Master of All He Purveys Captain of Industry Man of Status Pillar of Society And while he is waiting for Capital to come and Invest in his Brilliant Ideas, at the very least he must give the appearance of Success He must give the impression of prosperity a large house seemingly spruce in the best part of town, a happy family including faithful dog, a housemaid, cook and gardener, and enter Joseph a live in assistant Joseph is to have a room in the copper roofed tower, to share the family meals, to drink his afternoon coffee with Madame on the sunny terrace He may smoke as he works The food is good, tasty and plentiful, the cigars aromatic, the work, initially at least, is not too taxing It sounds charming It could be If it were not for the weird dislocation, the morass of the inappropriately personal bound up in the commercial the boss is capricious and irascible and uses Joseph as his kicking board Madame is sweetly charming, and as lonely as Joseph, but as distant as the moon and the stars and uses Joseph as a companion Pauline, the maid to all appearances disdains Joseph, wants to humiliate him by flirting with him a weird courtship display that involves beating the youngest Tobler child when the parents are out with the others and then rejecting him And Joseph Joseph is lost Joseph has no idea how to behave.Joseph has no idea how he fits in to this bourgeois idyll, what role he should play He is insecure and self doubting He seems to be missing a social compass anyway, one that prevents you saying things that might offend, a characteristic that has prompted some critics of Walser to call his protagonists child like he has an uncanny knack of picking the wrong battle at the wrong moment and using the most inappropriate language to defend his position His attacks are pusillanimous at best, and collapse into abject self recrimination at the slightest opposition Like a depressive, his mood swings from viciously hurtful rebellion to miserable self pity and self loathing, from euphoric intoxication to desolate self castigation And no one here wants to give him any guidance he is taken into the family, but if he criticizes Madame s treatment of that bed wetting youngest child, he is threatened with dismissal He is too afraid of Tobler, too in awe of him to question his business acumen He is lost in a strange country with no map He has a heart But what room is there for a heart in this heartless world Walking, physical activity is the only thing to rely on The body, moving.It cannot last, it will not last C Tobler has over extended himself He is driven by an overweening sense of his own entitlement, his overpowering certainty that his ideas are destined to improve the world if only the idiots out there would recognise their worth, blind to the value of marketing and a realistic calculation of costs and revenue Mehr Schein als Sein all surface, no substance.We were right not to trust appearances.Discomfiting Painful But utterly magnificent

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    There is a master and there is his assistant what their relations may be like When the master was in a jesting mood, one instantly became a poodle, as the task at hand required one to imitate this droll creature and nimbly catch all the jests and jokes in one s mouth When he was kind, one felt like a miserable wretch When he was rude, one felt obliged to smile Robert Walser writes in a deceivably simple manner so his story seems deceivably simple but his style is quite peculiar and unaffec There is a master and there is his assistant what their relations may be like When the master was in a jesting mood, one instantly became a poodle, as the task at hand required one to imitate this droll creature and nimbly catch all the jests and jokes in one s mouth When he was kind, one felt like a miserable wretch When he was rude, one felt obliged to smile Robert Walser writes in a deceivably simple manner so his story seems deceivably simple but his style is quite peculiar and unaffected so very soon his narration turns magnetic.An assistant serves his master but who in the end is freer a master or an assistant You needn t take anyone in the world into consideration, no one s needs and idiosyncrasies, and no one is keeping you from wandering off into the unknown distance Perhaps this often feels bitter, but how beautiful and free it can be as well When it suits you, and when the few surely not so troublesome circumstances of your life allow, you can go marching off, and when you feel the time for this has come, you can rest again at some given point and location, and who would want and what would want or be able to prevent you And in the end The Assistant turns out to be a tale of kindness limitless and all embracing kindness, kindness almost pathological

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    He pitied Tobler, he felt contempt for him, and at the same time he feared him These were three unlovely sentiments, each as natural as the others, but unfair as well What was prompting him to continue on as this man s employee The salary outstanding Yes, among other things But there was something quite different as well, somethingimportant he loved this man with all his heart The pure hue of this one sentiment made the stains of the three others vanish And it was because of thi He pitied Tobler, he felt contempt for him, and at the same time he feared him These were three unlovely sentiments, each as natural as the others, but unfair as well What was prompting him to continue on as this man s employee The salary outstanding Yes, among other things But there was something quite different as well, somethingimportant he loved this man with all his heart The pure hue of this one sentiment made the stains of the three others vanish And it was because of this sentiment that the other three had always been there as well, almost from the very beginning, and with such intensity For it was inevitable that something a person was fond of, something he felt bound and conjoined to, would cause him distress as well he would have to struggle with it, there would be much about it that displeased him, and at times he would even hate it because he had always felt so powerfully drawn to itI m taken back to two early tales of employment I worked as a prep boy at The Camel s Hump restaurant run by a hot headed Syrian As newly tanned beach girls in short black skirts worked the patrons, I was besmocked back in the hot kitchen with a guy whose idea of a plan to break the chains that bound him to grinding garbanzos summer after summer was to fly to a socio political hotspot, snap roll after roll of film, then fly back to safety and sell the pictures Maybe it worked out for him But given his sweet tempered, stagnant nature, I doubt it Meanwhile during downtimes I d retreat to the walk in fridge to cool off and, aligning the first three fingers of my right hand in a Boy Scout salute, I would consume scoop after scoop of baba ghanoush out of big metal bowls One large order or two in under a minute I had the method perfected Then on to clams on the half shell I suppose I did this out of hunger, but also out of spite, as the hot headed Syrian was a tyrant, and tyrants drive willful individuals to acts of revolt But I also liked the guy, and he liked me Maybe Walser would ve considered it love He liked that I wasn t as subservient as the stagnant dreamer He liked that he could see fire in my eyes when he was a hot head at me But it didn t end well One night I stocked his stove with eleven instead of ten wooden serving platters, and he exploded, calling me an idiot and spitting out that if I couldn t obey simple orders I should just leave So I tossed my baba ghanoushed smock into his hairy Syrian chest and left A couple years later I ran into him and he very interestedly inquired of my life, as if we were the best of friends We chatted then parted free of rancor which is Walser s way.And someone else s Sean Woodhead s A nice guy but mentally deficient For decades I ve tried to expiate my guilt for always referring to him as Slow Woodhead, to rhyme with his older brother Joe Joe and Slow Woodhead I do hope both have found some fairly comfortable place in this world The last I heard Joe was living in solitude on a ranch in Montana Sean I ve heard not a word of One summer Sean was hired by a chicken farmer to rid his chicken houses of the encrustations of chicken shit that over the years become like a wall to wall sunbaked earthen floor in these lowly houses a floor studded with filthy feathers of dead and dying chickens and reeking of ammonia So for six months Sean piloted a Bobcat tractor through this man s chicken houses, scooping up layer after foul layer, depositing it who knows where, in the heat of these houses which in summer months are incubators of every sensory unpleasantness imaginable But the initial terms were that he was hired as a trainee, and so pay was only promised, and ultimately never delivered Poor Slow He never fought it Obedience like that deserves a better place such as a role in a novel by Walser.To overlap my comparative intelligence and willful revolt with Sean s dimwitted trust is to see for a moment Walser s poor main character, Joseph Marti, who suffered the blows of his boss followed by gifts of cigars , and who was never paid as far as I could tell, though he loved well, and ate well, without ever stooping to devious Boy Scout walk in fridge baba ghanoush scooping.

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    The Assistant Afterword

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    Incidentally, I still owe you money, don t I, and I m almost glad of this Exterior ties can preserve the life of inner bonds This book made me smile almost throughout The humor in it is so soft and enjoyable, it doesn t take you hostage It s like a light breeze The inner and outer dialogues of Joseph Marti, the main character, reflects the little noodle in the human cavity that vacillates constantly between being content dutiful grateful polite and being indignant rebellious proud angry T Incidentally, I still owe you money, don t I, and I m almost glad of this Exterior ties can preserve the life of inner bonds This book made me smile almost throughout The humor in it is so soft and enjoyable, it doesn t take you hostage It s like a light breeze The inner and outer dialogues of Joseph Marti, the main character, reflects the little noodle in the human cavity that vacillates constantly between being content dutiful grateful polite and being indignant rebellious proud angry The book essentially has no plot except for these tiny changes in mood, like the changes in weather, but oh is it well written, with such joy and lightness and humor I love Robert Walserwith every passing book Mercantile coups are, as a rule, most successful when they are initiated telephonically

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    Robert Walser was an outcast in the truest sense a man who barely existed on even the fringes of society a lonely and isolated star, whose flame was destined to perish beneath the cruel snowfall of a funereal Christmas morning Yet his works rise, phoenix like, from the ashes of his lachrymose existence, in some ways, with their fantastical environments and deadpan humour they act as a kind of precursor to Kafka, in other ways, with his random, rambling, rambunctious meanderings into irrelevan Robert Walser was an outcast in the truest sense a man who barely existed on even the fringes of society a lonely and isolated star, whose flame was destined to perish beneath the cruel snowfall of a funereal Christmas morning Yet his works rise, phoenix like, from the ashes of his lachrymose existence, in some ways, with their fantastical environments and deadpan humour they act as a kind of precursor to Kafka, in other ways, with his random, rambling, rambunctious meanderings into irrelevant and irreverent topics they echo Gogol Walser himself resembles is very much a Gogolian figure and his characters, with their tedious and unreal behaviours and dialogues resemble the very worst of Dostoevsky Walser is, in other words, a mixed bag of banality and brilliance and it is often difficult to differentiate one from the other.The Assistant is the story of Joseph Marti and his brief employment as a clerk with a failed inventor, Carl Tobler Walser s imagery shimmers with the iridescence of a dream dark, dank and delirious, there is something fundamentally unreal about his prose, as if the mind which created is forever teetering on the oblivion of awakening from a morose, yet magical, slumber Am I only dreaming this, or am I really experiencing it, thought Joseph, and what does the cigar lady have to do with Frau Wirsich Then a magnificently constructed, curvilinear golden boat sailed into the shop, the woman got in, and off she went, far, far away, until she vanished in a black, glaring, acrid stretch of sky, but a tiny dot of her remained suspended in the air Walser has a sensitive eye for the variance of colour in the sky and atmosphere according to the different seasons More than this, however, colours and seasons coalesce to reflect the emotion of the characters Martin in particular as the novel is beset with a variety of colours, blue, red, yellow and green in accordance to the mood of the characters There is nothing particularly convincing or well rounded about Walser s characters, instead they float spectre like round the novel, the rare passages in which they are well fleshed out are drowned beneath the deluge of tedious Dostoevskian dialogue which Walser writes for them This is particularly true for the female characters, whose dialogue and actions are clich ridden and reflect Walser s lack of interaction with other people he is like a man who is staring in a house of people in a darkly tinted window That is not to say that he is unable to elicit our sympathy for the characters Walser has an eye for the pathetic, from the pathetic inventor Tobler, to his lonely wife Frau Tobler and the heart wrenching Silvi, who is subject to constant beating by both Frau Tobler and the maid, Pauline Where Walser best excels, however, is when he lets his imagination run free, his rambles can often be infuriating, but at other times beautiful If you gazed into the yellow realm of the trees, a tender melancholy stirred in your breast If you looked at the house, you felt compelled to laugh, although despotic Pauline was just brushing out rugs at the kitchen window The world seemed to be full of music Above the crowns of the trees, the dazzling gauzy white outlines of the Alps appeared like notes of music fading into the distance Looking at all these things, you were suddenly struck by how unreal it all looked Then another time things were different Other vista, other feelings The region itself appeared to be sentient and to be experiencing different feelings And what was being felt vanished each time into the all encompassing blue His prose has a plastic quality the ethereal and often surreal imagery which dots the novel is permeated beneath a perpetual haze of fog, like a Turner seascape, Walser s futile attempts to recreate people and the world around him are lost beneath the weirdness of his imagination Indeed when Walser ceases to lecture the reader on human nature and gives free reign to his imagination and unique world view, the prose soars with the wonders of his imagination The small paths went snaking pale and yellow through the shimmering white meadows, the limb of the thousand trees were glittering with frost such an utterly sweet spectacle The farmhouses stood there amid all this delicate white branching splendour, like decorative or ornamental houses created only to be looked at and for the understanding of the child

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    Although I was at first somewhat put off by the overly lyrical expressive style in which The Assistant was written, I eventually became used to it and even came to appreciate it as befitting the story s setting and characters that is, Joseph s character The basic plot centers on a no longer very young and somewhat wayward man named Joseph, who arrives one day to be an assistant to the inventor Tobler, at the latter s beautiful lakeside house Tobler and with him his family is slowly heading t Although I was at first somewhat put off by the overly lyrical expressive style in which The Assistant was written, I eventually became used to it and even came to appreciate it as befitting the story s setting and characters that is, Joseph s character The basic plot centers on a no longer very young and somewhat wayward man named Joseph, who arrives one day to be an assistant to the inventor Tobler, at the latter s beautiful lakeside house Tobler and with him his family is slowly heading toward financial ruin, accumulating debts he cannot repay as he is unable to sell any of his products Joseph as assistant is an intimate witness to this downfall, and everything it entails This was my first experience with Walser I ll be making my way through his work

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    I wasn t in the mood for this book I ve been so busy working on my movie theater and so angry with all of the tiny foibles and petty problems of construction and opening a business that all I want to read is anger and vitriol and misanthropy Basically, all I want to read is noir and Thomas Bernhard.Yes, Walser can write beautifully, but the story alternates between nostalgia and quiet and cutting observations All of the characters are opaque, which is something I love I mean, I find it odd t I wasn t in the mood for this book I ve been so busy working on my movie theater and so angry with all of the tiny foibles and petty problems of construction and opening a business that all I want to read is anger and vitriol and misanthropy Basically, all I want to read is noir and Thomas Bernhard.Yes, Walser can write beautifully, but the story alternates between nostalgia and quiet and cutting observations All of the characters are opaque, which is something I love I mean, I find it odd that I typically knowabout a character I read about than any of my closest friends and lovers on the contrary, I like when a book mirrors how well we typically know anyone s internal state which is, not well at all Anyway, Walser or, his stand end works for an inventor Walser lives with the inventor s family, and all, Walser, the inventor, the family, are all both reprehensible and lovable at the same time But in the end, I m just not in the mood for talk of as it was, even if it is brilliant and touching and beautifully written Maybe I ll try another Walser book later, but not now

  10. says:

    Another amazing work by both Walser and Bernofsky Read my review here Another amazing work by both Walser and Bernofsky Read my review here

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