Herta Müller
Hardcover | Pages: 304 pages Rating: 3.89 | 4037 Users | 495 Reviews
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| Original Title: | Atemschaukel |
| ISBN: | 080509301X (ISBN13: 9780805093018) |
| Edition Language: | English URL http://us.macmillan.com/thehungerangel/HertaM%C3%BCller |
| Setting: | Sibiu, Transylvania,1945(Romania) Horlivka,1945(Ukraine) |
| Literary Awards: | BTBA Best Translated Book Award Nominee for Fiction shortlist (2013), Magnesia Litera for Translation (Litera za překladovou knihu) (2011), Deutscher Buchpreis (German Book Prize) Nominee for Shortlist (2009), Franz-Werfel-Menschenrechtspreis (2009), Oxford-Weidenfeld Translation Prize (2013) ALTA National Translation Award for Prose Poetry for Philip Boehm (2013), Mikael Agricola -palkinto (2011), International Dublin Literary Award Nominee (2014) |
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It was an icy morning in January 1945 when the patrol came for seventeen-year-old Leo Auberg to deport him to a camp in the Soviet Union. Leo would spend the next five years in a coke processing plant, shoveling coal, lugging bricks, mixing mortar, and battling the relentless calculus of hunger that governed the labor colony: one shovel load of coal is worth one gram of bread. In her new novel, Nobel laureate Herta Müller calls upon her unique combination of poetic intensity and dispassionate precision to conjure the distorted world of the labor camp in all its physical and moral absurdity. She has given Leo the language to express the inexpressible, as hunger sharpens his senses into an acuity that is both hallucinatory and profound. In scene after disorienting scene, the most ordinary objects accrue tender poignancy as they acquire new purpose—a gramophone box serves as a suitcase, a handkerchief becomes a talisman, an enormous piece of casing pipe functions as a lovers' trysting place. The heart is reduced to a pump, the breath mechanized to the rhythm of a swinging shovel, and coal, sand, and snow have a will of their own. Hunger becomes an insatiable angel who haunts the camp day and night, but also a bare-knuckled sparring partner, delivering blows that keep Leo feeling the rawest connection to life. Müller has distilled Leo's struggle into words of breathtaking intensity that take us on a journey far beyond the Gulag and into the depths of one man's soul.Particularize Of Books The Hunger Angel
| Title | : | The Hunger Angel |
| Author | : | Herta Müller |
| Book Format | : | Hardcover |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 304 pages |
| Published | : | April 24th 2012 by Metropolitan Books (first published 2009) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Historical. Historical Fiction. European Literature. German Literature. Nobel Prize. Cultural. Romania. Germany |
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Ratings: 3.89 From 4037 Users | 495 ReviewsDiscuss Of Books The Hunger Angel
Through the story of one young man, this Nobel Prize winning author tells us the relatively unknown story of thousands of Romanians of German descent who, apparently in retaliation for WW II, were forced into Russian work camps. These people were not prisoners of war; they were men and women rounded up from their homes who lived for five years in borderline starvation eating only two meals of watery cabbage soup and a slice of bread every day. They were so hungry that they traded slices of breadIn each of her books Herta Müller succeeds in creating a very ingenious world, with its own language and idiom that illustrates the traumatic effect of what her main characters have to undergo. Also in this case, the experiences of a 17 year old Romanian German, which at the beginning of 1945 is arrested by the Soviets and transported to a camp, deep in Russia (or Ukraine), to do forced labour. The boy describes his experiences in short chapters, and they are absolutely shocking. But it arent
A book which must not be rushed through, that's how beautiful the language is. It's hard to believe it was translated from the German. A book about the will to live, among other things, and the richness of life even under horribly reduced circumstances. To read it merely as an account of life in the Gulag would be too limiting. It goes much deeper.Late in life a gay man remembers what it was like to be transported from his family home in Romania to the Russian Gulag. It was 1945 and he was a
The quiet poetry of hunger, powerlessness and death, written in perhaps 80 short episodes, often like prose poems, with only occasional changes of tone towards the ironic or mildly humorous. To be read slowly, and not in one sitting...
Around the World: RomaniaI really wanted to like this. It had some impressive moments, some images that caused my stomach to lurch in surprise and I have to give Muller credit for the unique style of this novel. But I just didn't like it. Frankly, I was bored. I couldn't connect to the protagonist, and the level of detail provided about every speck of dust and every scrap of food became wearing and frustrating. There isn't really a moving plot here--just poetic descriptions, images, and
Won this in a goodreads giveway.I write too much for other reasons to ever give reviews any effort, so:Like watching a silk string coil and uncoil in the dirt.Like the slow waves of grass.Leo is nothing but his voice, his observation, his desires, his exhaustion and hunger, his memories. As the years drain by he becomes more and more indistinguishable from what he describes, but never completely, instead more like the shadow of a cloud passing by, and then later the land beneath the shadow.Like
Three nights in a row I was haunted by the same dream. Once again I was riding home through the clouds on a white pig. But this time when I looked down, the land had a different appearance, there was no sea along its edge. And no mountains in the middle, no Carpathians. Only flat land, and not a single village. Nothing but wild oats everywhere, already autumn-yellow. Who switched my country, I asked. The hunger angel looked at me from the sky and said: America. Where did all the people go, I
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