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text æ Párhuzamos történetek Ï Péter Nádas In 1989 the year the Wall came down a university student in Berlin on his morning run finds a corpse on a park bench and alerts the authorities This scene opens a novel of extraordinary scope and depth a masterwork that traces the fate of myriad Europeans Hungarians Jews Germans Gypsies across the treacherous years of the mid twentieth centuryThree unusual men are at the heart of Parallel Stories Hans von Wolkenstein whose German mother is linked to secrets of fascist Nazi collaboration during the 1940s; Ágost Lippay Lehr whose influential father has served Hungary’s different political regimes for The flammable human colloid gathered in the ditches fat and marrow arranged in fine layers according to their relative density; the religion teach or the retired banker watched as fires burst to life with fat and flames flaring up from the depthsThis particular scene is not indicative of the spiralling core of Parallel Stories The novel's soul is of a softer vice one suggestive dispiriting and often spermyThe action occurs largely in Budapest and Berlin though other destinations in Hungary and Germany are featured There are three timelines 1 both before and during the Second World War 2 1956 and 3 1989 The prose floats from scene to scene often returning to an earlier situation but from a different perspective gradually something else occurs Associations are made Narratives are linked Accounts unravel and are dispelled Sins are not confessed Doubts linger A Cubist gestalt doesn't uite triumph but a sense making to paraphrase Herr H stains as it signifiesI read most of this while in Berlin most of which over a single weekend as I was recovering from a classic case of cobble hobbled knee I was asked about the book by my mother in law She asked with a smile I had just read an account of a shadowy orgy in a filthy public restroom I sensed she KNEW I blushed and felt dirty There are a host of disorders swimming through the protagonists Despite the grotesue trappings none of those afflcited appeared contrived nor entirely foreign Péter Nádas has a penned an ugly work one which may be one of the most important novels of the last 20 years

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doc Ù Párhuzamos történetek ¸ Audio CD æ helpyouantib ¼ ➷ Párhuzamos történetek Free ➭ Author Péter Nádas – Helpyouantib.co.uk In 1989 the year the Wall came down a university student in Berlin on his morning run finds a corpse on a park bench and alerts the authorities This Circumstances of their lives may vary greatly their sexual and spiritual longings may seem to each of them entirely uniue yet Péter Nádas’s magnificent tapestry unveils uncanny reverberating parallels that link them across time and spaceThis is Péter Nádas’s masterpiece eighteen years in the writing a sensation in Hungary even before it was published and almost four years in the translating Parallel Stories is the first foreign translation of this daring demanding and momentous novel and it confirms for an even larger audience what Hungary already knows that it is the author’s greatest work REVIEW published in The National November 4th 2011Henry James famously referred to the spate of unwieldy enormous world engulfing 19th century novels that once flooded the literary world and Tolstoy's War and Peace specifically as loose baggy monsters Such monsters are now pretty much a genre Perhaps it's simply that word monster but what critic can resist giving the giant novel that kind of label? And let's face it books featuring hundreds of characters suirrelly plot lines or no discernible plot lines at all can be threatening If the 19th century gave us this species the 20th century literary canon was arguably ruled by such beasts Joyce Gaddis Proust Pynchon Mann DeLillo Musil David Foster Wallace; almost every novelist it seems had at least one monster in them Some even had two or threeWith the publication of Parallel Stories Peter Nádas the Hungarian novelist playwright and essayist has unleashed yet another such 1000 plus pages into the world But don't let that scare you Parallel Stories is uite simply the finest literary monster that our young century has produced; it's both a bloated high modernist anachronism and one of the most fully formed arguments for what the novel is still capable of Here finally is a new way forwardOn its English release in 1997 Susan Sontag called Nádas's previous novel A Book of Memories which had been published in Hungary 11 years earlier one of the great books of the century Well this one is betterBorn in Budapest in 1942 Nádas has lived his life inside the maw of his country's monstrous years Eighteen years in the writing Parallel Stories is the first novel that Nádas has published since the collapse of communism he began writing it in the late 1980s and the first by his own admission to be written without any kind of oppositional political intent Unlike many so called eastern bloc authors who struggled to find a voice to fit the post communist world literary and political freedom suits Nádas Unfettered by both state censorship and the need to oppose the same state Nádas has burrowed deeper into the human condition one compromised not only by history but by the body itselfLoosely baggily the novel concerns dozens of intertwined characters and nearly 75 years of European history Hungarians and Germans and Jews and Gypsies; Nazis communists and secret associations of nationalists and spies among many others To attempt an untangling of the threads and stories here would be both impossible and a great disservice to the novel The very structure of Parallel Stories is in itself a refutation of the linear mode of storytelling and at times the novel feels like a film hijacked by its extrasParallel Stories is divided into three volumes and twists itself around two families the Lippy Lehrs and the Dohrings and the untold dozens of connected or possibly unconnected characters that orbit them There is family drama a kinky murder mystery and some of the best writing on war this side of WG Sebald's The Natural History of Destruction The themes and historical periods touched upon are as eccentric as they are brilliant Nazi eugenics opera singing pre war architecture and Bauhaus furniture building the trenches of the First World War the Eichmann papers epileptic bath attendants Jewish lumber merchants Hungarian aristocracy undergarment fetishism in post Wall Berlin the Holocaust criminology perfume academic politics and even a chapter that reads like communist Hungary's answer to Who's Afraid of Virginia WoolfNot to be crass but Parallel Stories has an almost Facebook like approach to character plotting We have primary and often reoccurring characters yes our friends but then we have our friends of friends too; and then scrolling deeper into the work our friends of friends of friendsFrom chapter to chapter the reader jumps not only between epochs but between the parallel stories of characters that we struggle to place in relation to other characters From a woman practising her piano to the story of the man who built the furniture with which her flat had once been furnished before the Nazi's defenestrated it; from an unsolved murder in post Wall Berlin to a character dreaming of killing his own grandfather a Nazi prison guard after the collapse of a German death camp on the Dutch borderYou surf the novel as if it were a high modernist social network stalking through photographs or memorabilia of people you are vaguely familiar with or who your friends know getting detailed immoderate personal snippets of stories that by their design can't ever be resolved or expanded on Just that one click or peak in everything hyperlinked to everything else The novel itself an example of chat speak's TMI too much information but like a fractal the whole picture seems somehow contained inside these disparate fragments Or as one character puts it There were secret passages then among individual lives Which she has now uncovered found the trial of but should not tell anyone about lest they think she's gone madMake no mistake there is something maddening about 1000 pages of this though reading a well tempered novel after Parallel Stories can feel a bit like switching from the blazing colour of a cinema to an old black and white televisionMost of the characters in Parallel Stories like the author himself whose mother died of cancer when he was 13 an

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Párhuzamos történetekDecades; and András Rott who has his own dark record of mysterious activities abroad The web of extended and interconnected dramas reaches from 1989 back to the spring of 1939 when Europe trembled on the edge of war and extends to the bestial times of 1944–45 when Budapest was besieged the Final Solution devastated Hungary’s Jews and the war came to an end and on to the cataclysmic Hungarian Revolution of October 1956 We follow these men from Berlin and Moscow to Switzerland and Holland from the Mediterranean to the North Sea and of course from village to city in Hungary The social and political I'm setting this one aside for now Gave it 150 pages but I see no reason to continue on for another thousand It's an utterly bleak humorless 19th century style Realist novel told in fairly conventional prose yes the book's chronology is fragmented and scattered but really that's not particularly inventive or difficult you write 6 small novels and shuffle the chapters like a deck of cards not that Nadas can't write there are some startling descriptions here nicely made images but when the book is not focused on the disgusting aspects of the human body its filth its excretions its pain its antagonism and betrayal of life it takes to describing rather uninteresting buildings and characters in minute detail And then to break that up there is violence or disgust inserted everywhere This may very well be a masterpiece as other goodreaders whose taste I respect and whose recommendations I take seriously declare But this is not for me not right now I do hope that if the history of Hungary in the 20th century is to be told in novelistic form it does not have to be entirely sunk in descriptions of pain and shitting Doesn't Hungary deserve better than that? Again I only read 11% of a very long novel so do not take my word for it Here are a few positive reviews from good people